Wen Ning looked at Zhang Siyu's carefully composed expression and found it rather amusing.
"Zhang Siyu."
"Hm?"
"Have you fallen for me?"
Zhang Siyu was drinking water, her hands wrapped around her cup.
At his words, she froze, then set down the cup and rolled her eyes hard.
"Boss, are you feeling all right?"
She plunked the cup onto the table, her voice dripping with disdain.
"I'm worried you'll get a girlfriend and neglect your career. You're only in your twenties. This is the time to work hard, you know?"
Wen Ning laughed at that.
"So by your logic, even when I'm seventy or eighty, it'll still be time to work hard?"
"Of course."
Zhang Siyu spoke with absolute conviction.
"A man must keep striving until his dying breath. That's a timeless truth handed down by our ancestors."
"Which ancestor taught you that?"
"The ancestor I just made up."
Zhang Siyu didn't bat an eye.
"All right, enough banter. Aren't you tired? Go get some rest."
Wen Ning chuckled and stopped arguing with her.
"I'm going to bed."
Behind him, Zhang Siyu muttered,
"And with brains like that, he's a god."
Then she went back to fussing with her box of discounted shower gel, the bottles clinking and clattering together.
Wen Ning returned to his room, took off his jacket, lay down on the bed, and closed his eyes.
He hadn't done all that much today, but his trip to the Underworld and his conversation with Chen Mu's parents had left him mentally drained.
Before long, his thoughts slowly emptied out, replaced by a deep darkness.
Wen Ning knew he was dreaming.
He stood in thick fog, damp soil beneath his feet and the fresh scent of trees filling the air.
The fog around him was so dense that he