Galaxy Network.

Just as Wu Yun expected, Wang Chao and Qi Fei reacted the same way Ling Yi and Lu Changsheng had at Kunpeng Games. They were thrilled and delighted to be part of a project with such enormous potential.

Of course, the two percent equity stake was certainly a factor. After all, by their estimates, they would be joining the billionaires’ club not long after the game went live.

The smile on Wang Chao’s face was irrepressible. "President Wu, I think your concept is brilliant," he said. "First off, the PC version of this game already has a huge audience. But not everyone can be at their computer all the time, so if a similar mobile game comes out, we won’t have to worry about finding players at all."

Wu Yun nodded. "Well, the heavy lifting is in your hands now. I’ve heard Tencent is planning to develop a similar mobile game, and I believe we must release ours before they do. Your current task is to get the art assets done first and register all possible patents. The rest is up to you! I hope to hear good news from you soon."

Lately, Wu Yun had been swamped with work, juggling two new game projects and company acquisitions. His life had fallen into a simple, three-point routine: the office, Shida Modern Garden, and the Martial Arts Hall. His evenings were devoid of any other entertainment, aside from video calls with Qi Fei and Bai Yue.

Qi Fei was currently traveling around Sichuan with her three roommates. Every day, she would send Wu Yun all sorts of touristy photos, and she would even intentionally test his self-control during their video calls.

It made Wu Yun swear he would make a woman out of her before she started school again.

As for Bai Yue, she only chatted with Wu Yun occasionally. Knowing he was busy, she limited their video calls to the evenings and also told him her flight information for her return to Sichuan in two days.

This morning, he finally finished all the urgent matters at hand, and Wu Yun instantly felt a weight lift from his shoulders.

Well fed and with time on his hands, his mind began to wander to other desires. Once a person has free time, their thoughts tend to stray. Wu Yun had originally thought about looking up Wu Ying and her associate, but he heard they were incredibly busy—one was handling business expansion, and the other had taken on a promotional order from Nirvana Technology. So after asking about their situation, he decided not to disturb them.

Just as Wu Yun was debating whether to go splurge at SPACE tonight, a surprising message popped up on his WeChat.

"Junior, are you free tonight?"

An image flashed through Wu Yun’s mind: the car model and upperclassman whose contact he’d gotten when he bought his car. She had a bombshell figure, curvy in all the right places—the very picture of a fitness goddess.

Ordinarily, Wu Yun and Wen Meng just chatted occasionally like friends, liking each other’s social media posts. So, her message today was a bit of a surprise, but also sparked a flicker of anticipation.

Of course, Wu Yun would never admit he had improper thoughts about this sexy senior.

"Senior, what’s up? I just finished my work." ’A pretty girl is asking me out,’ he thought. ’Even if I’m busy, I’m free.’

"Umm~ I was hoping you could do me a favor!" Wen Meng sent over.

Wu Yun watched his WeChat interface. The "Wen Meng is typing..." indicator appeared, then disappeared, then reappeared.

Wu Yun knew she must be typing and deleting, over and over. She was probably either too embarrassed to say what she wanted, or she was about to ask him for a favor or to borrow money. It was most likely one of the two.

So, Wu Yun replied jokingly, "I can help with anything, except being your boyfriend!"

"Hey, how did you know I wanted you to be my boyfriend?" A few seconds later, Wen Meng retracted the message and sent a newly edited one: "I misspoke. I was hoping you could pretend to be my boyfriend tonight."

"A classmate of mine is having a birthday party and invited some of our classmates and her friends. One of her friends is a rich heir who’s been trying to pursue me, but I’m not interested."

"I like guys who are your type. So I was hoping you could pretend to be my boyfriend. That way, I can finally prove that I wasn’t lying about having one. Are you free?"

If Wu Yun were really a naive eighteen-year-old, he probably would have believed Wen Meng’s story. But with the firsthand experience of his past life and his education from the internet, Wu Yun could clearly sense her little schemes, including the message she had just "accidentally" sent and retracted.

Of course, half of what Wen Meng said was true: she did need him to play the role of her boyfriend to make the pests buzzing around her back off.

Wu Yun sent her a voice message: "Sure, but we’ve never been a couple. What if we’re not convincing?" ’If I don’t take this chance to get a little something out of it,’ he thought, ’how can I live up to my title as the Witch Sea King?’

Wen Meng went silent for a few minutes before replying with a voice message of her own, her tone a little shy. "Junior, I can let you hold my hand and hug me... and, umm... under special circumstances, a little kiss isn’t out of the question. I’m only offering this because it’s you. I wouldn’t even let anyone else hold my hand."

"Time and place! Should I pick you up?" Wu Yun said, getting straight to the point.

...

The Big Black Bull pulled into the bus station’s parking lot. Wu Yun waited in the car for a while before receiving a message that Wen Meng had arrived.

He sent Wen Meng a message telling her he was in the parking lot and that she should come straight to the car. As for why he didn’t go to the station exit to meet her, Wu Yun didn’t want Wen Meng to think he was some kind of desperate suck-up.

Having worked as a model for Lamborghini, Wen Meng knew how to open the Big Black Bull’s doors. A moment later, she slid into the passenger seat.

"It’s so hot!" Wen Meng first adjusted the AC vent on the passenger side, then fanned herself with her right hand.

The motion made the peaks beneath her tight T-shirt jiggle, catching Wu Yun’s eye.

Wen Meng seemed not to notice. After fanning herself a few more times, she stopped and turned to pull the seatbelt over and buckle it.

Wu Yun noticed the seatbelt sinking deep into her cleavage. For a man who had been starved of intimacy for days, the sight made him feel a little hot under the collar.

"Junior, why aren’t we going? Is there something on my face?" Wen Meng asked with a smile.

"Let’s go! Shouldn’t I buy a gift first? It is your classmate’s birthday, after all," Wu Yun asked.

Wen Meng held up the gift bag in her hand. "You’re my boyfriend for today, remember? I already bought a gift, so you don’t need to get another one."

Wu Yun nodded, not dwelling on the issue. He put on an innocent, clueless smile. "Senior, shouldn’t we rehearse how to be a couple first? After all, I’ve never been in a relationship before! It’ll be awkward if we blow our cover later."

Wen Meng wrung her hands and placed them between her pale thighs, which were peeking out from under her denim miniskirt. With a slight blush, she lowered her head so much that her chin nearly disappeared into her cleavage.

"Junior, how about... we try a hug, to get into character?" Wen Meng shifted, finding the seatbelt a bit restrictive. She unbuckled it, and the recoil sent another tremor through her chest.

Wu Yun gently pulled Wen Meng sideways and hugged her. He pretended his right hand was unsure of where to go, before finally settling it decisively on her waist.

The feeling of her full figure was fleeting. Wu Yun didn’t hold on, planning to play the long game.

But to his surprise, the moment they separated, Wen Meng gave him a fleeting kiss on the cheek before immediately sitting upright again.

Wu Yun covered his cheek. "Senior, you took advantage of me! I thought we agreed on just a hug!"

Seeing the affection level rise to 80, a faint smile touched the corner of Wu Yun’s mouth.

...