Special Agent’s Rebirth: The Almighty Goddess of Quick Transmigration - Chapter 229

On this side, Lin Ye saw the news on Jianghu Express—Ye Shang Chuyang and Yi Jian Zhujiu had become in-game partners.

The cigarette he had just lit nearly burned him in his distraction.

“Mr. Lin, is there an issue with the proposal?” The design department manager beside him asked nervously.

Smoke curled upward, blurring Lin Ye’s face slightly.

“No problem,” he exhaled a puff of smoke and waved the manager away.

On the screen, countless players were congratulating the pair, with the Fengxing family members chiming in without exception.

Lin Ye’s emotions were complicated.

He admitted he had been quite interested in Ye Shang Chuyang, but seeing that photo had left him conflicted.

Though he still felt she was different, the flutter of excitement was gone.

Lin Ye had seen too many beauties in his life—even Xian Hua Nongying, the game’s universally acknowledged top beauty, hadn’t struck him as particularly stunning.

But after hesitating for just a moment, Yi Jian Zhujiu and Ye Shang Chuyang had already tied the knot in-game.

At this moment, Lin Ye felt a strange twinge in his heart, though he had no intention of interfering.

What he couldn’t understand was this: Women chasing after Chu Yun could circle Qing City several times over.

Any one of them was more beautiful than Ye Shang Chuyang—so why had Chu Yun chosen her as his in-game partner?

He stubbed out his cigarette and went straight to Chu Yun’s office.

“Snap out of it.” Seeing the secretary frozen outside Chu Yun’s office with a stack of documents, Lin Ye clicked his fingers.

The secretary jolted back to reality, embarrassed, and hurried to leave—only to remember she still hadn’t delivered the files. She turned back and handed them to Chu Yun, not daring to lift her head the entire time.

“Fourth Brother, are you okay?” Lin Ye had originally intended to ask why Chu Yun had partnered with Ye Shang Chuyang. “Fourth Brother?”

But when he arrived, he found Chu Yun sitting at his desk, seemingly dazed.

Only when Lin Ye called out did Chu Yun snap back to attention.

He lowered his gaze slightly, concealing the flicker of excitement in his eyes.

He reached for a pen to sign some documents. “I’m fine.”

It took him a while to calm down.

An offline meetup.

Ye Shang Chuyang had asked to meet him.

Chu Yun stared at the string of numbers she had sent him in-game—her QQ ID.

She was even going to send her phone number later.

Opening his seldom-used QQ account, his hands trembled slightly as he typed in the digits.

Seeing Chu Yun lost in his thoughts again, Lin Ye rapped his knuckles on the desk. “Fourth Brother, what’s up with you today?”

Chu Yun refocused, carefully sending a friend request to the account named “Ye Shang Chuyang.” “It’s nothing. Push back the Jianye collaboration meeting by a day.”

“Postpone it?” Lin Ye paused, narrowing his eyes. “Are you serious?”

The Jianye deal was something Chu Yun had spent three months preparing for—the entire company valued it highly.

And now he wanted to delay it?

Taking the coffee an assistant handed him, Lin Ye felt something was off.

“Yeah. I’m meeting Ye Shang Chuyang the day after tomorrow.” As Chu Yun spoke, his gaze softened.

“Pfft—” Lin Ye nearly spat out his coffee. He stared at Chu Yun in disbelief. “Y-you… Seriously? You actually like that?”

Before the online photo surfaced, Lin Ye had been eagerly anticipating meeting Ye Shang Chuyang.

He might’ve even shamelessly tagged along with Chu Yun.

But now? He had zero interest.

Sure, she had an interesting personality, and they clicked in many ways.

But there was one thing—she didn’t look anything like what he’d imagined. Not even “plain.” Frankly, she was… kind of ugly.

Her vibe was worlds apart from what he’d pictured.

Lin Ye didn’t press further. He figured Chu Yun would be disappointed once they met.

Changfa Jiyao (Long Hair Reaching the Waist) was one of the players who had interacted the most with the original host.

In a way, she could be considered half a mentor to the original host—she had helped her through the beginner quests back then.

Since Ye Shaohua planned to meet Changfa Jiyao, the next day she went to a pre-booked gift shop to pick up a set of figurines.

When the butler mentioned Ye Shaohua was going out to meet a friend, Ye Qingkun was even more excited than she was.

Then he heard she had bought a gift for that friend.

Ye Qingkun’s enthusiasm faltered.

Deep in thought, he went upstairs.

Two minutes later, he came back down.

Rolling up his left sleeve conspicuously high, he sat across from Ye Shaohua, who was organizing the figurines, and raised his wrist to check his watch. “My eyes aren’t what they used to be. Butler, what time is it?”

The butler watched as his boss came downstairs wearing a different watch and resisted the urge to facepalm.

With perfect professionalism, he replied, “Sir, your watch is broken.”

Ye Qingkun glanced at Ye Shaohua, who showed no reaction. Before she went upstairs, he made sure to lift his wrist a few more times in her line of sight.

The butler adjusted his glasses expressionlessly.

Sir, if I called you an idiot, would you even dare to respond?

Truthfully, Ye Shaohua wasn’t used to interacting with elders. She just found Ye Qingkun’s behavior a bit odd tonight.

But preoccupied with her upcoming meeting with Changfa Jiyao, she didn’t pay much attention.

Changfa Jiyao’s flight was scheduled for around 3 PM. The airport was quite a distance away, and the drive took nearly two hours.

Changfa Jiyao had sent Ye Shang Chuyang a photo of the yellow dress she’d be wearing and was now scanning the crowd for her.

But she didn’t spot Ye Shang Chuyang—instead, a well-dressed man in a black suit approached her politely. “Excuse me, are you Miss Changfa Jiyao?”

Seeing the man’s impeccably tailored suit, Changfa Jiyao knew he meant no harm and nodded. “Yes, that’s me. You are…?”

The butler bowed slightly and took her luggage. “Our young lady asked me to wait for you here. She intended to come personally, but she and the master were involved in a minor car accident on the way and are currently at the hospital.”

“An accident?!” Changfa Jiyao panicked. “Is she okay?”

“Nothing serious—just a minor scrape on her arm,” the butler replied, his smile warm at her concern. “Please follow me, Miss Changfa. She’ll be here shortly.”

Ye Shaohua had chosen a renowned local restaurant for the meetup—one Ye Qingkun had recommended.

While Ye Shaohua was on her way, the butler had been tasked with receiving Changfa Jiyao.

Being the first to arrive, Changfa Jiyao had even called Ye Shaohua to confirm. Hearing her voice, unchanged as always, she finally relaxed.

Ye Shaohua had created a group chat with Changfa Jiyao and Yi Jian Zhujiu.

Before inviting Yi Jian Zhujiu, she had asked Changfa Jiyao’s opinion.

Changfa Jiyao, fascinated by the legendary “Sword God,” had no objections to a third person joining.

Sitting in the private room, she hadn’t waited long before a new message popped up in the group.

Yi Jian Zhujiu tagged them both, saying he was on his way.

Changfa Jiyao replied with a dancing emoji, then received a message from a gaming friend—someone she often teamed up with in the guild.

Nightfall: Heard you’re meeting Yi Jian Zhujiu and Ye Shang Chuyang IRL? Be careful. If Yi Jian Zhujiu turns out to be some creepy old man, message me immediately.

Frowning, Changfa Jiyao didn’t reply.

In-game, any moderately good-looking guy had rumors swirling around them—except Yi Jian Zhujiu.

Everyone assumed he was a greasy middle-aged man.

Just as she was lost in thought, there was a knock at the door.

The butler went to answer it.

A young man stood outside, head bowed as he typed on his phone.

Hearing the door open, he looked up politely. “Thank you,” he said to the butler.

The light from the room illuminated his face, revealing exquisitely handsome features. His long lashes cast faint shadows as he lifted his gaze, and even the dim hallway behind him seemed to brighten.

Changfa Jiyao’s eyes widened. She couldn’t reconcile this refined, aristocratic man with the image of a sleazy, middle-aged gamer.

Chu Yun spoke first. “Hello, I’m Yi Jian Zhujiu. You must be Changfa Jiyao.”

Even standing still, he exuded an effortless elegance.

His low, unhurried voice filled the room.

It took Changfa Jiyao a moment to recover. “Y-yes, Great God. Hello.”

The butler adjusted his glasses, studying the young man with a complicated expression.

Changfa Jiyao discreetly picked up her phone and sent Ye Shaohua a private message.

Changfa Jiyao: HOLY CRAP, XIAO YE! I JUST SAW THE GREAT GOD! THIS WORLD IS TOO DAMN UNREAL!

Changfa Jiyao: Also, Xiao Ye, did you ask to meet him because you actually like him?

Ye Shang Chuyang: Mhm. I’m here.

Reading the reply, Changfa Jiyao bit her lip. A guy like Yi Jian Zhujiu probably had girls lining up for him. She worried for Ye Shaohua.

Changfa Jiyao: I’ll come down to get you.

She set her phone down just as the butler stood. “I must return to the hospital now. The young lady will arrive shortly.”

Changfa Jiyao stood, but before she could speak—

Chu Yun interrupted. “I’ll come down with you.”

The three of them headed downstairs.

At the entrance, the butler pointed to a black car parked across the street. “The young lady has arrived.”

Hearing this, both Chu Yun and Changfa Jiyao instinctively looked up.

The passenger door of the black car opened.

A slender figure stepped out.