Deadly Game: Almighty Boss’s Guide to Making Money

Chapter 1037. The Infinite Time-Space Hotel (77)
That night, Lin Xi and the others stayed at Meng Ye's daughter's house.

Because there are two rooms and two beds upstairs for my daughter.

Lin Xi and Huang Jingjing pulled up their blankets and slept on another bed.

It also allows us to monitor Meng Ye's condition at any time.

Zhang Yutong, Zhang Xuesong, and Gan Ning stayed in the living room on the first floor.

The living room was quite spacious and had just been cleaned by Meng Ye.

One person slept on the sofa, while the other two summoned their sleeping bags.

The only downside is that, apart from Lin Xi, no one else can become invisible.

Lin Xi simply stopped hiding.

"Meng Ye doesn't seem to be able to see us," Lin Xi whispered to Huang Jingjing. "The system has isolated us from her again."

“They probably don’t allow us to offer assistance,” Huang Jingjing said.

—It really is invisible.

—Not only can they not see, but they can't hear either.

—The players and Meng are in two different worlds; they are just bystanders.

—When they were in the hotel, they were in the same world.

—But it did not affect all of Meng Ye's decisions.

I can't even teleport to see that guy.

—Who can argue with that? It's entirely from Meng Ye's perspective.

As it turned out, Lin Xi was absolutely right.

They could see Meng Ye, but Meng Ye couldn't see them at all.

The light that indicated Meng Ye's mood and mental state quickly turned red again after Meng Ye's daughter left, without any transition.

Meng Ye did not fall asleep immediately.

Lin Xi went to Meng Ye's bedroom to check on her several times. She kept tossing and turning, and sometimes she would pick up her phone to look at her chat interface with her boss.

It was completely blank.

Originally, Meng had saved her boss's contact as "Boss," but ever since that man added her, she hasn't changed the contact name; it still shows his nickname.

Meng would glance at the phone, sigh, or frown and shake his head, then toss it aside.

Meng Ye had already gone to bed late and woke up several times in the middle of the night. He finally managed to fall asleep, so much so that Lin Xi and the others had finished breakfast long before Meng Ye got up.

He also seemed very listless.

Meng could only send a message to reschedule the interview for the afternoon.

The other party agreed, but was clearly very unhappy.

Meng also made himself some noodles, boiled an egg, and had a simple breakfast.

Or it could already be considered lunch.

—Meng Ye can actually cook now.

—She's over 50, not a young girl in her early 20s anymore.

—No, no, Meng also seemed to have said at the hotel that she couldn't cook.

—Well, it's just making noodles and boiling an egg, that shouldn't count as knowing how to cook!

After dinner, Meng started to tidy herself up. She washed her face, put on light makeup, and wore the dress she usually wore to work before setting off.

Lin Xi and the others set off with Meng Ye.

Meng remained calm throughout the journey, taking the subway, the high-speed rail, and upon arrival at her destination, she took the light rail and then walked for a while to reach the interview location.

She tried to contact someone, but it seemed like the other person wasn't responding.

Meng went straight to the interview location.

The receptionist was a quiet but very dedicated young woman.

"Excuse me, what can I do for you?"

"Hello, am I here for an interview? The person who contacted me is... Manager Liu."

There were three people at the front desk, and they glanced at each other.

"I'm sorry, Manager Liu was here this morning, but he left this afternoon."

"It's alright," Meng said with a smile.

—Is it because you think Meng doesn't keep to the time?

—Probably. —The interview was supposed to be in the morning, but he only showed up in the afternoon. Nobody likes someone who's not punctual.

—Sigh, Meng's sleep has been delayed as well.

Meng Ye's mood was alright, nothing had changed.

—It was already a red light, how could it change?
Meng found a place to have lunch, then walked to the light rail station and bought a ticket back to the city where she works.

I also took pictures of the scenery along the way during the walk.

She calmly swiped her ticket, entered the gate, and waited for the train.

On the surface, nothing seems to have changed.

However, the two red lights, symbolizing mood and mental state, flickered on and off.

—What's wrong?
—She's about to have a mental breakdown.

—Her face changed; she was perfectly fine just a moment ago.

—Is it... that she doesn't want to go back?

Meng found a seat, sat down, and took a deep breath.

Then, she placed her hand on her chest and closed her eyes.

—Damn, my heart is starting to hurt again.

--Me too.

—This broken game allowed us to share Meng Ye's emotions.

—When she's in a good mood, do we only share when she's in a bad mood?

Meng stood up and asked the staff member next to him.

"Excuse me, I bought a ticket to come in. If I don't want to leave, can I get a refund?"

"I'm sorry, we can't," the staff member replied politely.

She doesn't want to go!

—That's true. She just left yesterday and went back today. She must be emotionally unstable.

—She seemed quite calm when she left yesterday! Well, her mood has been consistently bad.

For her, red lights had become a source of peace.

—But it keeps flashing now, I guess she's on the verge of a breakdown.

The car arrived, and Meng let out a long sigh of relief before getting on with everyone else.

There weren't many people on the bus, and Meng sat in the seat closest to the door.

The bus drove smoothly forward, having already stopped at two stations.

Meng kept looking at her phone, seemingly wanting to chat with someone, but she didn't send any messages to anyone.

—Meng really enjoys going against himself!

—If she finds someone to chat with and relieves her feelings, she might not feel so sad anymore.

—She absolutely has to go for the interview. She loves this job so much, even if the conditions aren't as good as her previous hotel, she still has to go.

—Yes, she would feel much better if she went back to doing the job she loves.

—Once I get busy, I won't think about anyone.

--broken!!!
—The lights went out!!!

Lin Xi frowned as she looked at the three lamps.

The sleep light is still red, and the other two lights have both exploded.

Tears welled up in Meng Ye's eyes, and she muttered something under her breath.

"So, I can't go back."

After saying that, Meng stood up and got off at the next stop.

As soon as she got out of the car, Meng squatted down, tears streaming down her face.

"So I can't go to that place after all," Meng muttered again.

—Wow, this isn't just liking someone, she must really love that person.

But what's so great about loving someone who isn't even that great?

—Meng Ye, where is your cold indifference from your youth?
Where is your youthful rationality?
—I really think she's living life backwards.

—If you shed all those tears in your 20s, you probably won't have to cry anymore when you're in your 50s.

Meng cried for a while, then stood up, wiped her tears, and walked towards the staff.