I started as a spirited young man, and the system made me a male god.

At nine o'clock in the morning, in the old city of Guangzhou, a well-known century-old teahouse.

The private rooms on the second floor, by the window, offer views of the bustling crowds below and the silhouettes of modern buildings in the distance.

Lu Ziyue sat alone in the private room.

Today she wore a light green, modern Chinese-style cheongsam made of Xiangyun yarn with subtle patterns, and the cut was extremely flattering.

This outfit perfectly complements the antique-style teahouse environment; it was her carefully chosen "battle robe" for today's photoshoot.

Several exquisite tea snacks were already laid out on the table, and a pot of aged Pu'er tea was being warmed on a small stove, emitting wisps of steam.

She didn't bring an assistant, nor did she meet up with her best friend.

A high-end portable tripod was set up next to the table, with her phone on it.

She adjusted the angle to make sure she could capture the refreshments on the table, the rustic background, and her best profile and cheongsam.

"Okay, let's begin." She said to herself softly, pressed the time-lapse button on her phone, then quickly returned to her seat, picked up her white porcelain teacup, made a tea-tasting gesture, and looked out the window with a relaxed smile on her lips.

"Click."

"Click."

She changed several poses and angles, interacting with different tea snacks, sometimes lost in thought, sometimes smiling gently.

The movements were skillful, and the facial expressions were well-controlled.

She knows which angle best highlights her strengths and what kind of composition is more eye-catching on social media.

Filming has come to an end.

She got up, retrieved her phone, and began processing the photos she had just taken.

Soon, a set of nine photos was ready.

The background is the carved wooden wall of the teahouse, the foreground is exquisite tea snacks, and the center is an image of her wearing a cheongsam, with outstanding looks and unique temperament.

She'd also come up with the caption: "On my last morning in Guangzhou, I'll say goodbye with a traditional morning tea. The cheongsam and the dim sum are both flavors of time. #GuangzhouMorningTea #NewChineseStyleOutfit #SoloRomance"

She checked it over, confirmed it was correct, and then sent it to her several platforms.

Only after doing all this did she begin to enjoy her slightly cooled morning tea.

While eating, I scrolled through my phone, watching the number of likes and comments start to grow rapidly.

"Yueyue looks absolutely stunning in that cheongsam! Her elegance is incredible!"

"As expected of a young lady from a wealthy family, even a casual dim sum meal looks like it's from a movie!"

"I know this teahouse! It's incredibly hard to get a reservation at! Yueyue certainly has good taste!"

"After Anya, she's going to be a young lady from the Republic of China era? What will she be doing next? Please give us a preview!"

"Eating dim sum alone can be so ceremonial, I love it!"

Seeing the fans' generous praise and envy, Lu Ziyue felt that the breakfast tasted even better.

However, the breakfast was soon disrupted by an untimely phone call.

The phone displayed "Dad" as the caller ID, accompanied by a rapid ringing.

Lu Ziyue's smile vanished instantly. She frowned and stared at the name for two or three seconds until the ringing was about to end. Only then did she reluctantly slide to answer and put the phone to her ear.

"Hello, Dad." Her tone was reluctant and full of impatience.

The voice of Lu Jianhua, the father, came from the other end of the phone. The background noise was very quiet, probably from his office or car.

"Ziyue, where are you? Don't forget what I told you yesterday. Your flight back to Shanghai is this afternoon, and your follow-up appointment is scheduled for tomorrow morning. It's very difficult to get an appointment with Dr. Feng, so you must be on time this time. Remember before the examination..."

Follow-up visit. Examination. Director Feng.

These words were like cold needles, plunging her into despair.

"I know," she interrupted her father, her voice flat. "I'll be there on time."

"Okay, that's good. Your health is your own responsibility, so take care of it. Let me know the results after the checkup." Lu Jianhua gave a few more instructions, nothing more than the usual advice about taking care of your health and taking your medicine on time, before hanging up the phone.

After the call ended, Lu Ziyue held the phone tightly, not putting it down immediately, her grip tightening as if she wanted to crush something.

She held the phone in that position for a few seconds, then suddenly slammed the screen down onto the white tablecloth, making a loud thud.

The private room fell silent again, but all her good mood had vanished with that phone call.

The remaining red rice sausage in my mouth suddenly tasted bland and tasteless; no amount of soy sauce could help, and it was so greasy that it made me feel nauseous.

She put down her chopsticks, picked up her teacup, and found that the tea had gone cold.

She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled, trying to suppress the deep-seated fear in her heart.

You can't think about it, and you can't show it.

She is Lu Ziyue, a popular cosplayer, and a wealthy young lady who seems like a winner in life in the eyes of her fans.

Vulnerability and fear are not part of this role.

However, other images involuntarily surfaced in my mind.

It was Chen Fei, and Meng Sixian.

The last time they flew kites together by the river was a rare moment of relaxation that allowed her to temporarily forget everything.

Chen Fei's strange behavior made her feel that there was a two-dimensional world or another world in reality, which gave her some hope.

Meng Sixian is also gentle and kind, making people feel relaxed without realizing it.

But... last time she made her point so clearly, even going so far as to send that kind of photo to hint at it, Chen Fei deftly deflected it.

She thought that by taking such a proactive approach, Chen Fei would at least reveal some information, but to her surprise, she was turned away.

She wrote a lot of words, but in the end she deleted them, thinking that if she left Chen Fei hanging, he might come to her on his own. Unfortunately, there has been no new news to this day.

Lu Ziyue picked up her chopsticks and unconsciously poked at the cold pastries on the plate.

There are two shrimp dumplings left in the steamer, two red rice rolls have been eaten, and four steamed pork ribs are left—all even numbers.

Eating dim sum alone can be a bit awkward and... lonely. Ordering too much is wasteful, while ordering too little means you won't get to try many dishes.

This wasn't the first time she'd eaten alone, but after her father's phone call disrupted her mood, she suddenly felt that she lacked many things a young woman should have in this teahouse, a place perfect for casual conversation.

For example, a real romantic relationship.

The thought startled her for a moment, then she chuckled self-deprecatingly, picked up her teacup, and gulped down a few mouthfuls as if she were drinking alcohol.

I'm someone who probably won't live past thirty, what right do I have to date? I might be going to be bald from chemotherapy in a few years, what guy would like a bald girl?

But then... Chen Fei's face popped up again.

He now has Meng Sixian, Shen Shaoting, and Lin Jingyi by his side.

The three girls each had a different style, but none of them were less attractive or less attractive than her.

What made me think that a few suggestive photos would be enough to make him obediently hand over his secrets?

too naive.

If bribery doesn't work, and seduction has limited effect, what other methods are there?

Suddenly, a desperate idea, like a match struck in the dark, leaped into Lu Ziyue's mind—to make him fall in love with her.

If Chen Fei has developed feelings for me, given the responsible and caring way he treats the girls around him, it's possible that he truly possesses some unusual ability or secret.

So, once he learns about his situation, he will most likely offer his help!

The idea made her heart race slightly. It was more difficult than any cosplay she had ever done, because her opponent was a man whose mind was unpredictable and who was surrounded by outstanding women.

But was Lu Ziyue ever afraid of challenges? The more difficult it is, the more interesting it is, isn't it?

She glanced at the time; it was still early.

With six hours until her afternoon flight, she still had time.

Lu Ziyue quickened her pace and stuffed the already cooled but still palatable snacks on the table into her mouth.

I just happened to be wearing this special cheongsam today, and my makeup was perfect. If I go back without seeing her, wouldn't it be a waste of this outfit?

She called the waiter to settle the bill, packed up her tripod and handbag, and got up to leave.

As I walked past the openwork wooden partition wall of the private room, my gaze inadvertently drifted to the private room next door.

With just one glance, she stopped in her tracks.

There were two people sitting in the next private room. The man with his back to her was wearing a simple black short-sleeved shirt. His back and profile... were actually Chen Fei, the man she wanted to find!

Sitting opposite him was a strange woman.

She wore a high-quality white shirt, a well-tailored dark gray suit jacket, and slim-fit blue jeans.

Wait a minute, Lu Ziyue's sharp gaze fell on her feet: beneath the jeans, a section of black Balenciaga stockings was faintly visible.

In a place like a teahouse, to dress like this... in such a haphazard and scheming way?

Shen Shaoting, Lin Jingyi, Meng Sixian, and now there's another career woman in black stockings?

Chen Fei, you really have a wealth of talent around you.

However, this made Lu Ziyue feel that her thought of "making him fall in love with her" had come at just the right time.

Intense competition makes things more challenging; there's no time like the present, and fate has brought us together.

So she stopped in her tracks, stood there for a few seconds to observe, and casually straightened her cheongsam, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

Just then, a waiter came over with a teapot, but Lu Ziyue politely stopped him, saying, "Hello, I'll just take it in, thank you."

Seeing how refined Lu Ziyue was, the waiter handed her the teapot without much thought.

After Lu Ziyue took it, she carried it with a calm and elegant gait and walked straight toward the private room where Chen Fei was.