My roommate's online boyfriend won't spend any coins, but he'll give me tons of gold

From the age of 25, Chen Zhiye has been having the same dream.

The person in my dream resembled him, yet he didn't.

They have identical faces and body shapes, yet their lives are completely different.

In the dream, Chen Zhiye's bloodline still retained an indelible ferocity. He was no longer indifferent, having shed all his killing and violence, no longer desolate. He was gentle, relaxed, and humane.

At first, Chen Zhi also sneered, and couldn't help but think, "What a little brat."

Until he saw a little girl with sweet eyes and a bright, star-like gaze. She rushed into his arms, her soft little hands wrapped around his waist, her posture both dependent and affectionate.

She tilted her little face up, her voice soft and sweet, and called out to him, "Brother Chen~"

At first, he looked at all of this with a cold expression.

For two years, no matter how the dream scenes changed, or how day and night turned, she was always there.

Or rather, the little one stayed by her side every step of the way.

One dream after another cycled through him, and he looked into the pure love in her eyes, and saw how she unconditionally accepted the version of himself in his dreams.

Where did that little brat get such incredible luck?

Before this, he suffered from severe insomnia for many years, his mind was tense, he was world-weary and indifferent, and the long nights were nothing but torment and deathly silence for him. But since this dream, his life has found its anchor for the first time.

He developed an almost rigid daily routine.

I fall asleep and dream at the same time every day, without any deviation.

until a certain day.

That night, he went to bed on time as usual.

But the night was pitch black and utterly empty.

He suddenly stopped dreaming.

He will never dream of it again.

Chen Zhi also tried hypnosis, psychological intervention, subconscious guidance, and used every means possible to recall his dreams.

Without exception, they all failed.

That tender dream closed its door and will never open to him again.

He began to mobilize his men, using the information he had gleaned from his dream to launch a full-scale search.

The search lasted for a long time, with messages coming back from all directions, but the results were exactly the same.

No such person found.

Two subordinates changing shifts whispered among themselves, "Who is the boss looking for? He's been looking for half a year, practically turned half the world upside down, and still hasn't found him."

It's important to know that their intelligence network spans the entire world.

If they can't find someone, then that person doesn't exist at all.

"I don't know. I only know that the other person is a dancer. First, I searched all the dance schools in the country, but I couldn't find them. Then I searched all over the world, but I still couldn't find them."

He wanted to say something more, but when he caught a glimpse of Jiang Che walking over with something, he quickly shut up.

He tugged at his companion's clothes again.

The two quickly stood at attention.

Jiang Che ignored them, walked past them, and pushed open the door to go inside.

The living room was dimly lit, and the air smelled of tobacco.

Chen Zhi leaned back on the sofa, a cigarette between his fingers, white smoke billowing from his lips, swirling and blurring his handsome yet weary features. His back was slightly slumped, and he looked listless, his gaze unfocused on the ground, lost in thought.

Jiang Che saw this scene at a glance, quickly walked to the opposite side of the sofa, threw the file bag he was carrying on the table with a dull sound, breaking the silence of the room.

"Didn't they stop the investigation a long time ago? Why is he still half-dead?"

Jiang Che pulled out a chair and sat down. "How about we have our people continue the search? Maybe we've missed some places."

Chen Zhi also took a drag of his cigarette. As the smoke entered his throat, he exhaled softly, his tone flat and devoid of emotion, revealing only weariness.

"No need."

I've been searching for more than half a year and still haven't found him. Maybe he doesn't even exist. Continuing to search will just be a waste of time.

Jiang Che pondered for a moment before getting down to business.

"The job I've picked for you is a high-seas cruise ship hunting mission."

"The target is a long-established black market boss who has been hiding at sea for years with a group of loyal henchmen. We demand that everyone be eliminated."

"Your squad could have handled it, but I specially brought it over to you. You've been holding back too much lately, go out and have some fun to vent your anger."

Chen Zhi flicked the ash from his cigarette, nodded slightly, and said in a low, dry voice, "Okay, I'll go."

The next day, in international waters.

The vast blue sea stretches to the horizon, the blazing sun hangs high in the clear sky, and the sea breeze carries a salty, damp scent.

A top-of-the-line private luxury cruise ship lies across the sea, its hull entirely white and its decks intricately designed.

Chen Zhiye walked alone along the corridor, wearing a black shirt, tall and straight, his steps suddenly stopping as he turned the corner of the carved corridor.

A slender figure stood on the railing of the deck overlooking the sea.

The girl wore a long white dress, the fabric light and soft. She rested her hands on the metal railing, tilted her head slightly, and looked out at the boundless deep sea.

A strong wind swept across the sea, her long, seaweed-like hair billowing freely behind her, and her skirt fluttering in the wind.

The warm golden sunset enveloped her, outlining her soft and clean features.

Chen Zhi stood there, stunned, as if something had suddenly pounded in his chest.

The sea breeze kept howling.

Looking at the churning sea, Shen Sui'an felt a sense of bewilderment.

It's so high and so deep; if you jumped from here, you'd probably sink to the bottom of the sea in an instant.

The thought lingered in her mind when a deep, cold male voice suddenly rang out beside her, catching her off guard and reaching her ears.

"Jumping into the sea is hardly a dignified way to die."

Shen Sui'an froze and turned around.

Not far away, a man stood behind her, dressed in black, with a slender and upright figure. Most of the shadow of the setting sun fell on his face, leaving only a pair of dark eyes fixed on her.

He resembles the person in his dream.

In the brief moment of her dazed and confused state, Chen Zhiye slowly approached her. "Why do you want to die?"

Shen Sui'an's pupils contracted.

How did he know?

Did you figure it out?

Was her desire to die so obvious?

For some reason, seeing him filled her with endless grievances and fear. She instinctively leaned back, her voice trembling.

"I was captured by them."

She never imagined that her first trip abroad would result in her being kidnapped and then transferred to this cruise ship.

I experienced countless moments of despair during that time.

They said it was a ship that would never stop, and once she got on, she would never have a chance to get off. They also said they would send her to someone's bed that night.

That person liked Asian girls with a pure and innocent look the most.

She didn't want to end up like that, so she thought she might as well jump into the sea and end it all.

But now that she was actually standing there, she didn't dare to jump.

Chen Zhiye looked at her reddened eyes and suddenly smiled. He reached out his hand to her, "Forget about jumping into the sea. Come with me, I'll take you off the ship."

Shen Sui'an's eyes lit up: "Really?"

Chen Zhiye looked at the light in her eyes and nodded silently.

What a little white rabbit.

"I trust you!"

Chen Zhiye suddenly smiled, but the meaning of his smile was ambiguous.

Shen Sui'an jumped down from the railing and placed her hand in his palm. "I'll go with you."