Reborn as the Harem King-Chapter 131 I Miss You

After briefly replying to Su Ning, Zhou Yi hurriedly went online to look up the wealthiest individual in Huaihai.

The search results revealed none other than Kong Xiaohe's father—Kong Weizheng.

"Goodness me," Zhou Yi muttered under his breath, "Forbes-ranked billionaire... with a staggering net worth of $19 billion."

The dinner arranged by Kong Xiaohe, Zhou Yi realized, was likely far more intricate than it initially appeared.

At first, Zhou Yi considered asking Kong Xiaohe about it, but quickly dismissed the idea—it felt awkward and intrusive.

Instead, he resolved to feign ignorance of Kong Xiaohe's background. After all, when he'd helped him before, he truly hadn't known who he was.

Perhaps this was an instance of good karma finally catching up?

With that thought, Zhou Yi made a mental note to do more good deeds in the future. Who knew? Maybe one day it would lead to something extraordinary.

However, there was a problem: Kong Xiaohe had scheduled the dinner for Saturday, while Zhou Yi already had plans to visit several film companies to review scripts. These visits required him to leave Huaihai, as none of the companies were based locally.

This left Zhou Yi in a bind. If he sent Jiang Ruolan alone, she wouldn't have the expertise to assess the scripts' commercial viability. Only his unique intuition—his so-called "Light of Entertainment"—could determine whether the films were worth investing in. Therefore, his presence was essential.

Frowning slightly, Zhou Yi mulled over the situation. He decided to postpone the script reviews for now; after all, he still had "Oppenheimer" lined up, so there was no immediate urgency.

Once he'd settled on his decision, Zhou Yi informed Jiang Ruolan of his plans.

"Ruolan, cancel our trip to Province A this Saturday. Instead, accompany me to another dinner engagement."

"Yes, Mr. Zhou," Jiang Ruolan replied without hesitation.

As always, Jiang Ruolan trusted Zhou Yi implicitly. Whatever decision he made, she believed, must have been well-considered.

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Next, Zhou Yi turned his attention to the progress of their long-form video platform development.

Jiang Ruolan summoned the head of the video department—a man in his late twenties wearing glasses and dressed in a classic black-and-white checkered shirt. His appearance fit the stereotype of a programmer perfectly, save for his unusually thick head of hair.

Zhou Yi smirked. "Impressive hair you've got there," he remarked teasingly.

Gao Si chuckled. "All thanks to a recent hair transplant, Mr. Zhou."

With the lighthearted exchange out of the way, Zhou Yi adopted a serious tone.

"How is the software development progressing?"

"It's nearly complete," Gao Si replied. "Would you like to take a look, Mr. Zhou? Any feedback at this stage would be invaluable."

Zhou Yi nodded and followed Gao Si to the video department's office, which was isolated from the main workspace and housed only eight employees.

There, Zhou Yi examined the prototype of the software. It bore a striking resemblance to YouTube from his previous life, much to his relief.

"We're planning to launch it on mobile app stores next month," Gao Si explained.

"Excellent work," Zhou Yi said approvingly. "Let me know if any issues arise."

"What shall we name the software?" Gao Si asked.

Zhou Yi paused, struggling to come up with something original. Finally, he shrugged and suggested, "Let's call it... VooTube."

Though unoriginal, the name was serviceable enough. Satisfied, Gao Si began sketching ideas for the software's logo.

Everything was proceeding smoothly.

In the days that followed, Zhou Yi found himself juggling responsibilities between school and the company. Around noon each day, Jing Wen would arrive at the office to deliver meals. The portion intended for Zhou Yi was always prepared separately by her.

Jing Wen was beautiful and gentle, qualities that endeared her to everyone in the office. Whenever she arrived, employees greeted her warmly.

"Sister Wen is here!" someone called out cheerfully.

"What delicious treats did you bring today?" another chimed in.

"My favorite cilantro beef and tomato scrambled eggs!"

"And don't forget the corn and pork rib soup!"

Jing Wen and another employee carried the dishes inside, drawing a small crowd. After distributing the meals, she hesitantly asked,

"Is Mr. Zhou in today?"

Wu Ying, nibbling on a piece of corn, nodded enthusiastically. "Yes, he's in the CEO's office."

Jing Wen smiled softly. "Thank you, Wu Ying."

From a separate bag, she retrieved a carefully packed meal and made her way to Zhou Yi's office.

Once Jing Wen had left, the group couldn't resist speculating.

"What's the deal between Sister Wen and Mr. Zhou?" one employee wondered aloud. "It seems like she always brings him a special meal."

Fan Hong perked up, eager to hear more.

"Oh, nothing special," Wu Ying interjected dismissively. "Sister Wen once mentioned she's Mr. Zhou's older sister. They might be related."

"Really? She doesn't look anything like him," someone countered.

"Maybe they're distant relatives," another suggested.

"Do you think I'd stand a chance if I pursued Sister Wen?" Lao Ma mused aloud.

"If you had a younger brother as handsome as Mr. Zhou, would you even consider dating an ordinary guy?" Wu Ying quipped, bursting everyone into laughter.

Fan Hong chimed in mischievously. "Maybe Sister Wen just doesn't want people gossiping. Perhaps her relationship with Mr. Zhou isn't purely platonic."

Wu Ying tilted her head thoughtfully. "Even if they were romantically involved, they'd make such a perfect pair. Both are incredibly attractive. Who wouldn't fall for a woman like Sister Wen? If I were her, I'd be smitten too."

"But personally," she added with a grin, "I'm more invested in Sister Ruolan. My OTP can't end tragically!"

"Wait—you ship them too? Me too!" another exclaimed excitedly.

Fan Hong sighed inwardly as the conversation veered wildly off-topic. Deciding it wasn't worth pursuing further, especially given how much Jing Wen did for them daily, he resigned himself to eating quietly.

Meanwhile, Jing Wen was chatting with Zhou Yi in his office. She unpacked each dish meticulously, explaining her choices with evident care.

"This chicken soup will help restore your strength. Drink plenty of it."

"I bought these fresh shrimp early this morning. Try them—they're exquisite."

"And I've already extracted the crab meat for you. Just enjoy."

As Zhou Yi ate, Jing Wen continued to serve him, ensuring his plate remained full. Every day, she prepared four dishes specifically for him, even when he wasn't present. In those cases, she distributed the food among the employees instead, ensuring nothing went to waste.

"Does it taste good, Xiao Yi?" she asked gently.

"Of course it does. Your cooking is always amazing," he replied sincerely.

Her eyes crinkled with joy, betraying her happiness at seeing him.

"Let me tidy up your office for you," she offered.

Zhou Yi stopped her, pulling her down to sit beside him. "Rest for a moment. There's a cleaning staff for the office. How could I let you handle chores?"

"It's no trouble," Jing Wen insisted. "I enjoy doing things for you. It makes me happy."

Her words softened Zhou Yi's gaze, filling him with a pang of guilt.

"You seem thinner than usual. Has the shop been keeping you too busy?" he asked, concern evident in his voice.

Jing Wen shook her head. "Lao Hai takes care of most things at the shop. I'm not overwhelmed—it's just..." Her cheeks flushed as she admitted, "I miss you."

Her eyes brimmed with affection, and Zhou Yi set down his chopsticks before pulling her into his arms.

"I'm sorry," he murmured. "I've been so caught up in work lately that I haven't paid enough attention to you."

Leaning against his chest, Jing Wen felt an overwhelming sense of comfort. She tenderly looped her arms around his neck, her movements radiating dependence.

"A man like you has important things to focus on—it's only natural that you'd be busy. I understand completely, so don't feel guilty about it. You don't need to explain anything to me; I chose to fall for you willingly."

After saying this, she lifted her head slightly and brushed a soft kiss against his lips before continuing,

"Just being with you fills me with joy. Put your heart into your work without carrying this as a burden, alright?"