The young lady hired me to help her and the young master have an online romance.

Jiang Wan stared at that face, and her heart skipped a beat for no apparent reason.

Silver-black micro-split cap, narrow phoenix eyes, and smoky gray pupils.

His facial features are three-dimensional and deep, exuding a languid yet highly aggressive aura.

The mixed-race features are just right; any more would be too strong, and any less would be too weak.

I have to admit—

The task target perfectly matches her aesthetic.

......etc.

Jiang Wan quickly pulled herself out of the brink of being "bewitched by beauty".

This guy suddenly sent photos, is he trying to show off to her?

They used her good looks as an excuse to attack her in various ways.

She hadn't forgotten that Shang Shixu had called her a toad.

Have you ever seen such a beautiful toad?

Jiang Wan opened her social media feed, where several selfies of Gu Manning were displayed.

She has well-defined features, long, straight black hair, and a good figure. While she might not be considered stunning, she is definitely a beauty.

If he knew what she looked like, he'd probably call her a toad.

It can only be said that in the eyes of Shang Shixu, this arrogant king, everyone is a toad.

Jiang Wan snorted coldly and exited the page.

......

It's 8 PM in Haicheng, which is 8 AM in Boston.

Jiang Wan sent over the photos of peach blossoms she had taken that afternoon.

Nice Rabbit Squid: [The peach blossoms at school are as beautiful as you.]

The praise mode has arrived, albeit late.

A classroom at Harvard Business School.

In a classroom with six or seven students, the old professor had just begun his lecture.

Shang Shixu's phone screen lit up briefly.

He lowered his eyes and nodded, a barely perceptible smile playing at the corners of his lips.

Then he looked back at the podium with a blank expression.

An hour later, the bell rang to signal the end of get out of class.

Pei Heyun picked up his backpack, stood up, and patted Shang Shixu on the shoulder. "Let's go, Brother Xu, they've already arrived at the basketball court."

After saying that, he took the lead and walked out.

Shang Shixu leisurely stuffed his laptop into his backpack, casually slung it over his shoulder, and put one hand in his pocket, ready to leave.

Suddenly, a bird song came from outside the window.

He paused, his gaze sweeping across the area.

The oak tree was lush and green, and a blackbird perched on a branch, flapping its wings and singing merrily.

As if possessed, he took out his phone and snapped a picture.

Open Facebook and send it to someone.

Lie: [You're as ugly as this bird]

Jiang Wan had just finished showering and hadn't even dried her hair when she saw this message, and she immediately rolled her eyes.

It's like her little mouth has been smeared with arsenic.

I complimented you on your beauty, and you called me ugly.

They not only insulted me, but also insulted the blackbird.

What did that bird do to you?

Jiang Wan was about to reply with a random emoji when she suddenly stopped.

Over the past month, she has always been the one to initiate conversations and never let Shang Shixu's words fall flat.

Even if he sends a period, she'll reply with an emoji.

How about we give it a try this time?

I won't reply or send a goodnight message. Let's see if he'll message me first.

This is a good opportunity to verify how well she is doing with her mission.

Thinking of this, Jiang Wan put down her phone.

*

Boston, indoor basketball arena.

Both sides were eager to fight and were warming up enthusiastically.

At the edge of the court, Shang Shixu, dressed in a basketball uniform, held a mobile phone in his hand.

He opened Facebook.

The last message in the message box was still the one he sent: "You're as ugly as this bird."

More than half an hour had passed since he sent the message.

It's past 9 PM in China right now.

Did you go to sleep before 10 o'clock?

And what about the unwavering "goodnight"?

So the only explanation is that he's angry and deliberately not replying.

With a cold expression, Shang Shixu tossed his phone into his bag and turned to go on stage.

The competition begins.

The business timeline didn't involve any watering down.

He was throwing three-pointers like they were free, and the big guy on the opposing team was furious.

As soon as the game ended, the big man rushed up aggressively and grabbed him by the collar.

He was spouting trash talk, like he was rapping.

Pei Heyun rushed forward in a flash, grabbed the big man's wrist, and retorted with a string of "Zu'an greetings" without backing down.

Teammates from both sides quickly came off the field to break up the fight.

Everyone was talking at once, making it as lively as a vegetable market.

Standing in the center of the crowd, Shang Shixu, whose collar was being grabbed, indifferently pushed Pei Heyun's hand away.

"Stand back."

Pei Heyun, who had just been pushed aside, had just uttered a single word: "Prologue"—

The word "brother" was still stuck in his throat when a sharp gust of wind swept past him.

"Thump—!"

A muffled thud.

The burly man who had been so arrogant just moments before was now lying on his back, letting out a loud cry of pain.

Shang Shixu stepped forward, raised his foot, aimed at the wrist that was gripping his collar, and stomped down hard.

After a crisp cracking sound, a pig-like scream echoed throughout the basketball court.

"ah--!"

No matter how pitifully the man cried out, no one dared to approach him.

Shang Shixu coldly looked down at the people on the ground. His voice wasn't loud, but it sent chills down everyone's spine.

"My lawyer will contact you."

"Feel free to sue."

When you're done, turn around and leave.

Pei Heyun quickly followed, and before leaving, he warned the big man, "You've been given a second chance at life, so if you know what's good for you, you'd better keep a low profile."

"If you're not satisfied, come and sue us. We're ready to fight anytime!"

*

In the locker room.

Shang Shixu took off his rumpled shirt and threw it into the closet.

He expressionlessly put on clean clothes and took out cigarettes and a lighter from his bag.

With a "bang," the cabinet door was slammed shut.

He turned around, leaned against the cabinet, and lit a cigarette.

Pei Heyun followed in, his voice filled with excitement, "Brother Xu, that move you just made to break free was absolutely awesome!"

"Could you teach me sometime?"

Shang Shixu ignored him.

Pei Heyun had grown up with him since childhood and immediately sensed that something was wrong.

He dropped his playful grin and leaned closer. "What's wrong? Still upset?"

That shouldn't be the case.

Given his personality, if he's not satisfied, he'll definitely retaliate; he'll never keep it bottled up.

Pei Heyun smiled ingratiatingly, "Tell me who upset you? I'll help you get revenge."

Shang Shixu took a drag of his cigarette, remained silent for two seconds, and then suddenly spoke.

"I'm asking you."

"What kind of mentality is it for a woman to be after your wealth and status, yet still dare to argue with you?"

Pei Heyun raised an eyebrow, knowing perfectly well who he was talking about.

After thinking it over, I carefully considered what to say.

"Didn't we have that kid Di Wenjun inquire about it before?"

"The message he sent was that Gu Manning is definitely not a love-struck person."

"She is career-driven and wants to take over the family business, but unfortunately her father has an illegitimate son who is eyeing her business."

"She wants the family fortune, that's why she's clinging to you."

"But there's a saying—"

"I pretend to love you for ten hours a day, how do you know that not a single moment of it is genuine?"

Pei Heyun paused, observing Shang Shixu's expression, and cautiously added a sentence.

"I guess... she has real feelings for you, so her emotions sometimes show genuine feelings."

The core logic behind his statement is very simple.

With such an outstanding brother, it's no wonder that any girl would fall for him.

After listening, Shang Shixu remained silent.

He took another drag of his cigarette.

The inexplicable feeling that had been stuck in my chest seemed to suddenly ease a little.

He stubbed out his cigarette, opened the cabinet, and took his phone out of his bag.

It's almost noon.

Domestically, it's not even midnight.

Shang Shixu stared at the dialog box for two seconds.

The "little toad" still hasn't replied to him.

He pursed his lips and typed a line on the keyboard.

Delete it.

Knock again.

Delete it again.

Finally, he closed his eyes, as if he had thought of something.

Type and send.

Lie: [Do you want to see my abs?]