This Isn't Some CPU of Mine

Jiang Yang had been keeping a close eye on the progress of the hospital surgery. Even if Ye Qingwei didn't call him on her own, he would find a way to get her over anyway.

After all, the apocalypse was coming soon. When morals collapsed, if Ye Qingwei refused, he'd just take her by force.

Get it done first.

As for what came after?

Familiarity breeds fondness!

Ye Fan, Ye Fan, you were right—I did come with an agenda.

Your green-tea little sister is working part-time for me, and I'll raise your little sister nice and plump too!

An evil grin spread across Jiang Yang's face. Just then, his phone rang.

He answered, and a soft, pleasant voice came through.

"Hello... is this Brother Jiang? I... I'm Ye Qingwei."

"I'm willing to join your company. If you're free, can we talk in person..."

At Linjiang Hospital, Ye Qingwei had just left the Operating Room when she called Jiang Yang.

She had a strange illness—her whole body was weak, and her long, fair, slender legs had no feeling at all. What a waste.

The key point was, without treatment, death was only a matter of time.

Globally, you could count the number of people with this disease on one hand.

Her surgery this time was very successful.

At least her life was saved.

Now, she just had to wait for the apocalypse to arrive. Given her current condition, it wasn't impossible for her legs to regain feeling immediately.

"Qingwei, I found a summer job—ten thousand a month. I have to go move some stuff today, so I'll head out first. I'll come see you another day."

Ye Fan walked over and looked at his sister. For a moment, she felt strangely unfamiliar, as if they could never go back to how things were.

Especially when he saw her calling Jiang Yang—it made him deeply uncomfortable, even jealous. But there was nothing he could do.

"Mm, go ahead, big brother. Don't work too hard. And apologize to Sister Tang Ya."

Ye Qingwei knew Ye Fan was just looking out for her, so she wanted to seize the opportunity Jiang Yang offered. That way, Ye Fan wouldn't have to keep worrying about her.

That evening, Jiang Yang invited Ye Qingwei to the city's most luxurious Five Seasons Hotel for dinner. She still needed a wheelchair.

Jiang Yang patiently pushed her to her seat.

Everything around them was resplendent, glittering with lights and wine.

Ye Qingwei had never seen anything like this. Back when she could still walk, even eating at a regular restaurant was a luxury.

For a moment, overwhelmed by inferiority and shyness, the girl tucked her head down, curled up, and blushing furiously, handed Jiang Yang a sheet of manuscript paper. In a soft voice, she said, "Brother... Brother Jiang, this is a new song I wrote recently. Take a look..."

Jiang Yang patted her shoulder and smiled. "Qingwei, relax. You call me Brother Jiang—just think of me as an older brother. No need to be so formal."

"Mm-hmm." Ye Qingwei nodded happily.

She didn't mind the physical contact. In fact, it helped her relax.

Ye Fan was good to her.

But he had never been as reliable as Jiang Yang—at least on the surface, the difference was huge.

Not that Ye Qingwei cared much about looks, but people are visual creatures, especially when a relationship heats up.

Jiang Yang picked up the song Ye Qingwei had written.

They are all brave...

...

Love you walking alone in the dark alley

Love your resilient face

Love you facing despair

Without shedding a tear

Love your tattered armor

Yet daring to block fate's gun

Love how you're like me

Same flaws...

...

Holy crap, isn't this Lone Warrior?

Did this world's Lone Warrior come from this girl? Novels really are different from reality—these details don't get written out.

But hey, this doesn't seem like the final version of Lone Warrior. Heh, heaven helps me!

"Not bad." Jiang Yang cupped his chin, pretending to be satisfied, and nodded. "Qingwei really is a talented girl!"

"Not at all." Receiving Jiang Yang's praise, Ye Qingwei lowered her blushing little head again.

Jiang Yang continued, "But I do have a few rough suggestions. Qingwei, see if you think these revisions work..."

With that, Jiang Yang made changes based on the final version of Lone Warrior—

...Love you walking the dark alley alone Love you refusing to kneel Love you facing despair head-on Refusing to shed a single tear Love you in your tattered clothes Yet daring to block fate's gun Love you being so much like me Our flaws the same...

Seeing Jiang Yang's edits, Ye Qingwei's lips parted slightly. First came shock, then an unprecedented joy!

This song—she'd never been fully satisfied with it.

She hadn't quite figured out where the problem lay.

Now, with Brother Jiang's guidance, everything suddenly clicked.

As expected, Brother Jiang truly understood her!

"Brother Jiang, you're amazing!"

"Aren't you a finance major?"

For a moment, Ye Qingwei stared at Jiang Yang, her eyes shining.

"To be honest, I love music."

"Actually, it's not just music—I love a lot of things."

"But there's no helping it. I still have to inherit the family business."

At this, Jiang Yang couldn't help but sigh.

"A lot of people think I'm rich and can do whatever I want every day. But my life is actually very busy and dull—I have to manage the family business and deal with all kinds of social obligations."

"You might not believe this, but sometimes I'm even forced to date girls I don't like. Sigh..."

"Your song really struck a chord with me. Ever since I was old enough to understand, I've been expected to do things that kids my age couldn't even imagine. While everyone else was dating or playing games, my dad forced me to sit in on all kinds of meetings every day. Hmph—he called it 'learning by osmosis.'"

Hearing this, Ye Qingwei's eyes filled with concern. She said softly, "So Brother Jiang has been through so much hardship, with so many troubles... Maybe... maybe it's because of your status that they... they spread those rumors..."

As she spoke, Ye Qingwei lowered her head.

She thought, with a pang of inferiority—

Could it be... that she was one of those girls Brother Jiang didn't like?

Brother Jiang only appreciated the music she created; he didn't actually like someone as useless as her...

Jiang Yang was no ordinary man.

He quickly picked up on Ye Qingwei's self-doubt.

Seizing the moment, he reached out, gently lifted her chin with his fingers, and leaned toward her cherry-like lips.

"A lot of people have never truly understood me. You say I understand you—but I'd rather you understood me..."

Their posture was incredibly intimate. Ye Qingwei's face burned red. Jiang Yang timed it perfectly, brushing his lips against hers briefly before pulling away—measured and restrained. It conveyed affection and appreciation without greed.

Ye Qingwei's beautiful eyes trembled violently, her cheeks flushed with shyness. Amidst her flustered shock, she revealed the bashful expression of a girl experiencing first love for the very first time.

Jiang Yang chuckled inwardly. This isn't some CPU move on my part—I'm just helping a blossoming young girl gain a little more confidence.