Going home for the Chinese New Year with a year-end bonus of 100 million

It was the 20th day of the twelfth lunar month, early morning.

Strings of red lanterns are hung along the main streets of the city, huge upside-down "福" (good fortune) characters are pasted on the glass doors of shopping malls, and festive New Year songs are playing on a loop from the speakers.

The festive spirit of the New Year!

It's getting stronger!

Amidst the traffic, a yellow electric delivery vehicle was parked in front of an office building.

Yang Fan took off his helmet, revealing a face that was slightly red from the cold wind.

He took a carefully wrapped paper bag from the insulated box and strode towards the slender figure who had just gotten out of the taxi.

"Wanrou, here's your breakfast."

Su Wanrou took it, and looked up at him with those eyes that were always filled with affection and shyness:

"Yang Fan... thank you. But... I really don't need to trouble you anymore in the future."

"My family introduced me to a potential partner through a blind date. We got along well, and I plan to go back home to meet him during the Chinese New Year."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Fan's face revealed a complex expression of hurt and a hint of resentment.

His lips moved, as if a thousand words were stuck in his throat, but in the end, only a dry sentence came out:

"...Was it his request? Is he...good to you?"

A fleeting, almost imperceptible hint of satisfaction and disdain flashed across Su Wanrou's eyes. She adjusted her scarf, her tone softening with a touch of resolute determination:

"Yang Fan...don't ask so many questions!"

"You're great, really."

"But we... aren't really a good match."

"The Lunar New Year is just around the corner, let's all calm down and think carefully about our future, okay?"

After saying that, without giving Yang Fan a chance to argue further, she turned around and disappeared behind the glass door with an elegant and resolute gait.

calm?

Think about your own path?

Yang Fan stood there, all the carefully crafted emotions on his face receding like the tide, leaving only a cold smile:

"As expected of a top-notch tea master!"

For a whole year, I braved wind and rain, never missing a single meal or afternoon tea, and was always there whenever I needed anything.

Is it inappropriate to say it now?

But that seems normal... He knows Su Wanrou too well.

The seemingly gentle and dignified rejection was actually clearing obstacles for her "blind date spree" during the Spring Festival, fearing that this "veteran backup" would jump out at the crucial moment and ruin her image in front of her family and new target.

The so-called "temporary disconnection" is merely a phased dredging of the fishpond.

Once the New Year is over, if the new fish is not doing well, or needs someone to run errands or provide emotional support, a WeChat message asking "How have you been lately?" will most likely be sent casually again.

"pity!"

Yang Fan smiled and shook his head:

"My year-end bonus has arrived, who has time to play along with your sequel?"

"..."

He knew Su Wanrou was a top-notch tea master, yet he still frantically fawned over her.

It all started on the 20th day of the twelfth lunar month last year.

One year ago today, unable to afford a hard-seat train ticket, he could only huddle in his cold rented room, using the lie that he was "too busy with work to buy a ticket" to fob off his parents' increasingly disappointed inquiries over the phone.

The deep-seated embarrassment and shame of not being able to face his elders in Jiangdong almost overwhelmed him.

Just as he was looking out the window at the lights of other people's houses and feeling utterly worthless—

A system called "Roulette of Fate" suddenly bound itself to him.

This system encompasses many categories, including a super-rich system, a sycophant system, a cashback system, and so on...

The lottery was conducted by spinning a wheel, and unfortunately, he won the "Simp System" on his first try.

The rules are simple: set an initial goal, act as a sycophant, persist for a year, and finally receive a "year-end bonus" based on your performance throughout the year.

However, if genuine feelings develop towards the target midway through the mission, or if the target develops feelings towards you, the mission will fail.

Fortunately... Su Wanrou didn't disappoint him. She licked him for a whole year, but he didn't react at all.

As of today, his mission can be considered successfully completed.

Just then, a heavenly notification sound rang in my mind right on time:

【Ding! 】

[The annual "simp" mission is successfully completed.]

[Rating: Pass.]

[Year-end bonus has been paid: RMB 100,000,000 (after tax). The funds have been transferred to your account.]

The next round of the "Roulette of Fortune" will begin in 30 days.

Immediately afterwards, my phone vibrated.

The bank notification lit up, and that long string of zeros instantly evaporated the winter chill and past frustrations.

It's true, a hundred million has been deposited!

A surge of hot air rushed from his chest to the top of his head, and his hands gripping the handlebars trembled slightly.

It wasn't fear, but rather an extreme sense of excitement and liberation.

A whole year!

He exhausted almost all his energy to play the role of this "lovestruck simp".

I live like a pre-programmed robot, with no more than three digits in my pocket for years.

But thankfully, the hard times are over!

Last Spring Festival, he didn't dare to go home because he had no money.

His parents' cautious inquiries over the phone and the unspoken comparisons among relatives pricked him like needles.

But this year is different.

Returning home in glory is a longing many people dream of in the dead of night.

Now, he has that desire firmly in his grasp!

"Screw the simp! Let whoever wants to be one be one!"

Yang Fan stood up abruptly, his face showing no hesitation or lingering attachment.

His only goal now is to go home for the Chinese New Year!