Quick Transmigration: The Divine-Looking Host is Always Pampered by a Powerful Boss

That night, Mr. Shen had a strange dream.

He dreamt of Xiaozhuo and Xiaoyu when they were two years old and had high fevers.

After the younger brother was pronounced dead, a transparent, tiny soul emerged from that no longer vibrant body and climbed onto another hospital bed.

The tiny, transparent soul saw its brother on the hospital bed and instinctively rushed over affectionately, hugging the equally small body: "Brother, don't be too hot, brother, wake up."

The older brother was in a coma with a high fever and couldn't wake up. The younger brother called out to him for a while, but when he realized his brother wasn't responding, he tried to return to his own body but found he couldn't get back in.

He could only cling to his brother and murmur, "Brother, my body seems to be damaged by a fever, I can't fit inside. Can I stay in your body for now?"

Perhaps it was the blood connection between the brothers, but the sleeping older brother unconsciously called out, "Xiaoyu, don't be afraid." Suddenly, the younger brother, who had been lying on top of his older brother, darted into his body.

The young couple in the ward had recently learned that one of their sons had passed away and that their other son had been suffering from a persistent high fever. The man had his arm around the woman's shoulder, and the young parents were filled with grief.

The doctor issued an ultimatum: if the high fever didn't subside by nightfall, the older brother's body would be damaged, leading to unpredictable consequences.

From their unseen perspective, the younger brother's transparent soul entered the older brother's body, temporarily alleviating the older brother's high fever.

The unconscious brother opened his lips and silently called out the word "brother".

That was when Xiaoyu was born.

When he woke up again, the older brother forgot his younger brother. The doctor said that the fever had lasted too long and that children's bodies are very fragile. Forgetfulness is a sequela of high fever, so there is no need to worry.

Mr. Shen woke up from a bizarre dream and turned to find Mrs. Shen also with her eyes open. The sky was just beginning to lighten outside, and the couple listened to each other's breathing.

"I just had a strange dream," Mr. Shen said first.

Ms. Shen said, "Me too," and then recounted the contents of her dream word for word. After she finished speaking, she saw the shocked expression on Mr. Shen's face and knew that they had the same dream, with even the details being exactly the same.

Mrs. Shen snorted: "Are we still going to bring up your dual personality theory now?"

Not only did he have the same dream as his mother, but his younger brother even said the exact same things in the dream. Shen's father was completely convinced. His eyes were dry and his heart was pounding: "I was wrong. I'll apologize to Xiaoyu later."

The hibernating 001 was forcibly awakened by a special background notification sound. Upon clicking on it, it was discovered that the host had actually completed a hidden mission.

After Chu Zhuo got up and washed up, 001 mentioned this to him: [Host, you completed the hidden mission?!]

Chu Zhuo was also surprised: [001, what is a hidden mission?]

001 replied: [The hidden quest won't be triggered manually. You'll only receive a notification after completion. The key information displayed in the backend is that Shen's parents learned of his younger brother's existence. Host, you're amazing! You've already accidentally completed a hidden quest in your first world!!]

The client's hidden mission was to let their parents know about their younger brother's existence? Even though hatred overwhelmed their reason, a sliver of clarity remained in their heart for their brother.

She's so gentle.

After finishing her meal, Chu Zhuo went to her studio.

Employees generally prefer bosses who pay well and have little work. Today, an internet celebrity came by reputation and hired a photographer from the studio. When Chu Zhuo arrived, the photographer had just left.

In addition to the three well-known photographers, there were also those recruited through post-production interviews.

The works are not yet mature, but the style is bold and innovative. Initially, several were selected by Chuzhuo, and now the studio has more than a dozen people.

If you include the makeup artists and other staff, there are probably several dozen people in total.

One of them boldly greeted, "Boss, I'm really lacking inspiration lately. Can I take some photos of you to help me find some inspiration?"

Chu Zhuo raised an eyebrow: "You have no inspiration but you still let me shoot? Are you using me as a trial-and-error cost?"

"No, boss, it's a shame not to use your face for taking pictures." The one who asked the question was a new photographer who had just arrived. His style was eccentric, and he especially liked to mix in some feudal customs for satire.

"Alright, I'll do whatever you want with today." Chu Zhuo let the makeup artist work on his face.

After spending two hours on her makeup and styling, Chu Zhu shook her head, the tassels on her hair swaying slightly. "Why does it look a bit seductive?"

"Ah, this version features a male courtesan," the photographer said. "The background is a prosperous dynasty, an era in which men and women bravely pursue love and indulge in unrestrained behavior."

He had wanted to shoot this series for a long time, but he could never find suitable models.

When the background was mentioned, Chu Zhuo knew exactly how to cooperate. The young man who had recently said he had no inspiration was now snapping away at Chu Zhuo.

After the shoot, I asked for a copy of the finished product. Chu Zhuo looked at it one by one and said, "You shot it well."

The bold photographer then revealed a hint of humility, saying sincerely, "Is it because you're so good-looking, boss? How could I possibly take a bad picture of your face? I'd have to change careers then. Boss, can I post these photos on my social media accounts?"

"Okay." Chu Zhuo picked a photo to use as her profile picture and sent a few to Lu Tingzhou.

A few minutes later, Lu Tingzhou replied: [It looks good. Can I choose one as my profile picture too?]

Chu Zhuo glanced at Lu Tingzhou's blank profile picture and generously replied, "You choose, I still have some left."

Lu Tingzhou seized the opportunity: [What else? Let me take a look.]

Chu Zhuo quickly sent them all over.

As Lu Tingzhou clicked on each photo, viewed the original image, and saved it, a smile involuntarily appeared on his lips.

This one is beautiful, and this one is beautiful too.

Finally, I chose a photo of my profile with my face partially obscured as my profile picture.

Outside the office, Assistant Yan paused slightly as he sent a document, hesitantly clicking on the unfamiliar WeChat profile picture.

Familiar chat logs appeared in the chat box; it was definitely the boss. I thought I had accidentally saved someone's contact name incorrectly.

Assistant Yan looked around nervously, then clicked on Lu Tingzhou's profile picture and recognized the person in the photo as Chu Zhuo.

The WeChat profile picture, which hadn't changed for years, has now been changed to Mr. Shen. It seems that President Lu has really fallen, fallen completely.

*

Qi Yu's company was on the verge of bankruptcy in just two months, partly due to Chu Zhuo's whistleblowing.

The amount of information uncovered last time was enormous, far beyond Qi Yu's smooth sailing in recent years. It also included his clandestine, irregular business dealings, bribing officials, tax evasion, and selling inferior goods as superior ones... His career was now over.

It was at this time that Chu Zhuo received a call from Shi An.

"Mr. Shen, I... I will try my best to pay you back. I have already built my own brand, and I will make money as soon as possible for its future development." Shi An spoke incoherently, clearly having suffered a blow and still not recovered.

Chu Zhuo gently comforted him: "Shi An, you know I don't lack money. You can pay me back the money you borrowed from that card in your lifetime. Just go at your current pace and don't rush."

After hanging up the phone, Shi An silently shed tears, her last remaining thought of Qi Yu completely severed.

During this time, he deliberately avoided thinking about Qi Yu and didn't answer any of the calls. But he never expected that Qi Yu would sue him in court and make him pay back the money he had paid for his mother's medical expenses.

When Qi Yu lent him the money, he said he didn't need to pay it back, as that amount of money wouldn't even buy him a car. Shi An didn't say anything, but he thought to himself that once he started working and earned money, he would definitely pay Qi Yu back.

A relationship should be a give-and-take, mutually beneficial one, rather than a one-sided one-way giving.

He never considered not paying it back. After all, three million was nothing to Qi Yu, but a huge sum for ordinary people. Even if Qi Yu said he wouldn't pay it back, he himself couldn't get over it in his heart.

But he never expected Qi Yu to sue him. The court summons was a huge blow to him. In such a short time, where would he come up with three million?

You'll need it.

Chu Zhuo's words from our last meeting still echoed in my ears.

After crying her fill, Shi An wiped away her tears and went to the bathroom to wash her face.

Cups of cool water splashed across her cheeks. Looking at her swollen eyes in the mirror, Shi An forced a smile and whispered, "Shi An, it's all over now."