The next day, Xia Yu took a leave of absence and entered Wen Ziying’s body.
Wen Ziying was watching an animated show, a story about the love and magic of three magical girls.
“Why did you suddenly start watching childish animations?” Xia Yu asked.
“Who says it’s childish? If it’s on CCTV, can it still be considered childish?” Wen Ziying’s defense sounded weak.
“It’s true that it aired on CCTV, but it was on the Children’s Channel,” Xia Yu replied.
“How do you know it was the Children’s Channel?” Wen Ziying asked, surprised, “Are you also a fan of this show?”
Wen Ziying was currently watching the online version, which had no channel watermark. Unless someone had seen it before, there was no way to know which channel had aired it.
“Because my little sister used to watch it every day,” Xia Yu said after a brief silence, repeating Wen Ziying’s words with deep meaning, “Yes, also a fan.”
Wen Ziying gave up on defending herself. “So what if I’m watching a childish animation to relax? You should believe that animations created by forty- or fifty-year-old otaku aren’t meant only for kids!”
“Should I buy you a magic wand? It can light up and play the theme song,” Xia Yu continued teasing her.
“Stop it,” Wen Ziying chose to surrender.
The two then turned to serious matters.
“Do you want to take a break, or should we start a new task right away?” Xia Yu asked. Although he said that, in reality, he didn’t want Wen Ziying to rest. If she did, his mission would be delayed.
“No, I feel too uncomfortable being idle. Let me get into some intense and exciting work as soon as possible,” Wen Ziying said.
Xia Yu then sat up and wrote down Yu Ningmeng’s phone number.
“After I return, this number will call you, and you can follow her to start working,” Xia Yu explained.
“It’s not your number?” Wen Ziying asked.
Wen Ziying’s question immediately reminded Xia Yu of Zhu Mei, who had also constantly tried to discover his true identity.
He coughed and said to Wen Ziying, “I’m an alien from the M78 Nebula. You won’t be able to see me.”
“But two days ago, you said you were a Stand user,” Wen Ziying exposed Xia Yu’s lie.
“Okay, actually, I’m in outer space,” Xia Yu said again.
He continued with more nonsense about being blasted into space by a volcano, lightening the mood before watching the animated show together with Wen Ziying.
Eight hours later, Xia Yu returned to his own body.
He took out his phone and called Yu Ningmeng, informing her about the matter.
“That retired Wen Ziying? I already suspected you two were involved,” Yu Ningmeng said.
“We don’t have any kind of relationship. And when you talk to her, don’t reveal who I am,” Xia Yu reminded Yu Ningmeng.
“You’re playing the role of a helpful citizen?” Yu Ningmeng was surprised. “Don’t tell me she hasn’t even met you yet.”
“We go to the same school, so of course we’ve met. But she really doesn’t know that I’m me,” Xia Yu replied.
“Tsk, you young people sure know how to play,” Yu Ningmeng said. After hanging up, she called her secretary and asked her to check the company’s positions.
Later, she called Wen Ziying and invited her for an interview.
Translation is a job where faking ability is impossible; titles and certificates are useless, and only real skills count.
Yu Ningmeng had originally planned to offer Wen Ziying a position based on personal connections, but Wen Ziying’s abilities turned out to be exceptionally strong.
Yu Ningmeng directly recommended Wen Ziying to Yu Liang, who frequently attended international conferences and events, and having Wen Ziying accompany him was perfect.
A week passed, and finally, Xia Yu received a prompt that the mission was completed.
After claiming the mission reward, Xia Yu looked at the star fragment in his hand. It was a translucent piece the size of a palm, emitting a faint glow, with what seemed like golden dust flowing inside.
[Star Fragment: A piece with incredible power, a treasure produced in the cracks of the Star Realm.]
The description was sufficiently mysterious, but essentially, it was like reading nothing at all.
Holding the fragment, Xia Yu tried placing it on his forehead, holding it in his palm, putting it over his heart, and even looking through it like a lens, but found no extraordinary properties.
As he was playing with the fragment, Yu Ningmeng was reporting to An Siyao.
“I’m sure Xia Yu has never actually met that woman. But that woman often approaches me to ask about him,” Yu Ningmeng said, recounting her observations of Wen Ziying’s behavior.
“Uh-huh,” An Siyao responded absentmindedly, as she was arranging flowers—yesterday, Xia Yu had praised her for the flowers she arranged.
“Oh, and one more thing, you should tell Xia Yu,” Yu Ningmeng noticed An Siyao’s indifference and moved on to the next topic.
“What is it?” At the mention of Xia Yu’s name, An Siyao’s attention shifted to Yu Ningmeng.
“That Zhu Mei’s situation seems to be changing. The monarchists didn’t lose before—they were just lying low. Now, domestic public opinion in District 14 has shifted, and people are pushing for Zhu Mei to inherit the throne.”
Yu Ningmeng sighed. Although District 14 wasn’t as powerful as District 1, it was still one of the top-ranking countries. Zhu Mei had gone from being a runaway princess from District 232 to possibly becoming the queen of District 14—it was quite a legendary journey.
“So Zhu Mei is going to be queen?” An Siyao was stunned.
“Maybe, but it’s not certain yet. It depends on the struggle between the monarchists and the anti-monarchists. But most likely, the anti-monarchists will win. There won’t be a queen—she won’t become queen. You should tell Xia Yu that we will ensure Zhu Mei’s safety, so he doesn’t need to worry,” Yu Ningmeng briefly explained the situation.
“Okay,” An Siyao agreed, then hung up the phone.
She walked to Xia Yu’s door and knocked.
“Come in,” Xia Yu’s voice came from behind the door.
Opening the door, An Siyao saw Xia Yu playing with the star fragment. She walked forward and silently hugged him.
“What’s wrong?” Xia Yu asked, puzzled. He put down the star fragment and looked at An Siyao.
“Zhu Mei might become queen,” An Siyao said gloomily.
“Queen? How did she suddenly become queen?” Xia Yu was greatly shocked.
An Siyao repeated what Yu Ningmeng had said.
“Oh, I see,” Xia Yu nodded. He patted An Siyao’s head and said, “Don’t worry. Even if she becomes queen, I still like you the most.”
Based on previous experiences, Xia Yu could accurately guess what An Siyao was worried about.
“No matter how much she pays?” An Siyao looked up and asked.
“This isn’t about money,” Xia Yu wanted to explain but didn’t know where to start. “Anyway, just relax.”
An Siyao became cheerful again. “I’m almost done arranging the flowers. Do you want to come see?”
“Call me when you’re done,” Xia Yu replied.
Returning to the study, An Siyao continued arranging flowers. After finishing, she examined her work with satisfaction, confirmed everything was perfect, and ran to open Xia Yu’s door.
The room was empty.
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