Quick Transmigration: Will Even a Foolishly Popular Person Be Forced to Love Him?

The young man's tone was gentle and affectionate. Yun Zhi was overshadowed by Gu Shihe's tall figure and could only stare at him blankly.

Gu Shihe chuckled softly, pressed his fingertip against the door, and half-coaxed Yun Zhi as he leisurely walked in.

……

Every circle has one or more "masterpiece wives" and one or more "masterpiece articles."

As the most famous idol in Zhongzhou, Yunzhi has an astonishing number of admirers, and her fan art community is overflowing with countless works inspired by her dreams.

Among them, the most famous is a big fan named Crane.

With his single creation, he suppressed the entire fan fiction community of Yunzhi.

This post, a renowned masterpiece in the literary world, originally didn't even have a title; it was later summarized by others as—"She."

The post doesn't actually start off captivating; it's even a bit like Versailles.

Born into a privileged family, the young master of the Celestial Dragons had a smooth and successful life. He grew up with a silver spoon in his mouth and later smoothly took over the family's power, transforming from a young master into a ruler. His overly smooth life made everything seem boring and dull.

The story begins simply: the slum has been abandoned for too long and needs to be redeveloped.

As the largest source of capital, we were invited by the authorities to come here to do some prestige projects and, incidentally, make some investments.

I never imagined that the corruption here was so rampant and the road conditions were so terrible that my car broke down on the way back.

The man in power was reading documents in his car. When he got tired and rolled down the window to relax his eyes, he encountered his destined revelation—

Before his fate struck, he even wrote down his inner journey with great interest.

The road conditions were terrible, and the drive was very long.

Area E is like a giant balloon filled with trash, teetering on the brink of collapse, ready to burst at any moment.

I don't regret it, because it was my own decision.

[I don't have overly negative emotions, after all, everything that has happened so far has been beyond my control.]

But his subordinates were terrified and sweating profusely.

I don't know why, but even though I consider myself an easy-going person, they always seem afraid when they're around me.

This time was no exception. They were so afraid of making me angry that they didn't dare say a word. I found it somewhat amusing.

I know that many people are actually a little afraid of me. They treat me with respect on the surface, but secretly they think I'm a cold-blooded demon.

Why don't they consider this: if I were truly that kind of person, why would I allow them to quarrel like this in private? They should be genuinely grateful for my magnanimity.

I pretended to close my eyes and rest. Suddenly, the noisy crowd outside inexplicably quieted down, and even my subordinate, who had been on the phone with staff outside, paused for a moment in surprise.

Something terrible must have happened.

【—What's wrong?】

I felt something was off, so I looked over.

I was stunned.

When I first saw that child, I felt as if I had seen an angel fallen to earth.

She had very fair skin, beautiful eyes, and a slightly timid expression, like a kitten lost and wandering aimlessly through the streets.

She was a very pretty child; even with her dusty appearance, her beauty was undeniable.

The sunlight that day was actually quite ordinary.

[Sector E was always a gray area, and that day the sky was hazy, even the smiles on people's faces seemed tinged with a sense of gloom. So when she walked over, the whole world seemed to brighten.]

The girl, with her long, flowing black hair, was actually quite petite.

If she walked past me, she would probably only reach my chest.

Is she malnourished? Or are her parents not feeding her? In a place like District E, they can't even properly raise a child like her.

As she walked, eyes followed her everywhere.

Many people were secretly watching her, but she ignored them all.

Perhaps it's because she's a bit slow on the uptake, or maybe she simply doesn't care about others. In any case, she's lost in thought, and everyone just stares at her, lost in thought.

Perhaps out of sheer boredom, I couldn't help but pay some attention to her.

Her eyes were downcast, her eyelashes were long, and her quiet demeanor actually conveyed a sense of loneliness.

Why are you wandering the streets at this hour?

Is it because they don't have money? Or are they skipping class? At this age, they might still be in school.

How could her teachers, her elders, her friends, all those close to her, let her come out alone?

This world is prosperous, safe, and more beautiful than any flower, but that's only true for a select few.

For a girl like her, this world might seem fake and dangerous.

Perhaps many people want to hold her hand and walk with her into that bright and beautiful world; but many others will also watch her with greed and resentment, wanting to drag her down with them.

I felt a pang of pity and had one of my assistants go up and inquire.

When spoken to by an older woman, she looked somewhat bewildered and nervously clenched her fingers.

The assistant seemed moved as well; I saw a gentler, more patient expression on her face than ever before.

The distance wasn't far; you could vaguely hear a conversation.

[Leaving aside the fact that my five senses are more acute than most people's, reading lips is a piece of cake for me.]

"You seem a bit troubled. Is there anything I can help you with?" the assistant asked.

[As if finally realizing her assistant's intention and sensing the kindness, the girl's slightly furrowed brows relaxed like spring grass, and her eyes opened like flower buds blooming on a lawn.]

In that instant, the girl, who seemed like an angel, descended to earth like a real human being.

Then, with a slight smile, she revealed her pearly white teeth.

"Thank you, I was just spacing out."

The assistant paused, leaned closer and said something, then gestured in my direction.

I guess the assistant was telling her my identity and how rare this opportunity was for her.

[A normal person would probably understand by now, especially those from Zone E, who understand best what the assistant's words meant.]

Although I haven't done anything like that, it's undeniable that some young masters and ladies from Zhongzhou, in order to demonstrate their "kindness" to outsiders, occasionally select lucky individuals in District E to provide financial assistance.

At this point, as long as the requests aren't excessive, these lucky individuals' requests will generally be fulfilled.

However, I'm different from those people.

They might also want something in return, needing the lucky ones to cooperate with their promotional efforts. But I want nothing.

I just... thought she looked a little pitiful.

I don't know if it was because I stared at her for too long, or if it was something my assistant said that struck her, but she looked at me with a hint of curiosity.

Beneath her wispy hair, those round, bright eyes were indeed more beautiful than crystal. I instinctively sat up straighter, like a lovesick fool. Afterwards, I even felt a moment of regret.

But she only glanced at me briefly before looking away.

The assistant asked her the same question again, trying to persuade her, but the girl just laughed.

"No need." A voice even more childlike and adorable than a little bird's made the refusal sound so sweet.

She didn't understand what she had refused, she just shook her head, took nothing, and left.