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For now, things hadn’t spiraled out of Chen Fan’s control, and he was quite happy to enjoy this kind of life.

Although Lin Qingyue had been looking for him, it made Chen Fan a bit uncomfortable. But there weren’t any scenes for him, so no need to work overtime.

Besides, which novel would waste time describing the conversation between the female lead and the villain? It’s always from the protagonist’s point of view.

At the same time, Ye Aotian had returned to his rented apartment.

As for why it was a rented apartment, Chen Fan didn’t get it. Male protagonists in novels always seemed to live this way. Then there must always be a beautiful landlady, or at the very least, a pretty widow, right?

In this particular “Return of the War God,” it’s even more impressive—he’s got both.

In the room, Ye Aotian simply bandaged his wound, took out his computer, and messaged his subordinates. As the mysterious Dragon King of the underground world, naturally, he had his own forces and men.

“No. 7, I’m back in the country. How’s the investigation I asked for going?”

“Still investigating, but we’ve made some progress. The orphanage where you lived back then was later forcibly demolished.”

“Forcibly demolished? So, the director’s death is related to those who were responsible for the demolition?”

“Very likely, but it’s just a suspicion for now. We’re still looking into it. How about your side?”

Ye Aotian sneered coldly, flashing a devilish grin.

“Nothing much. Just happened to meet someone interesting. Oh, by the way, help me investigate someone—Lin Qingyue.”

Lin Qingyue?

“Lin Qingyue from Qincheng?”

“You know her?”

On the other side of the computer, No. 7 paused for a long time. Looking at the diary in her hand, she couldn’t help but fall into deep thought.

Is this real? Or is it fake?

“I don’t know her, just heard of her. The Lin family’s real estate business is quite strong in Qincheng. Do you really want to investigate her?”

“Yeah, I think she’s pretty good. She’s quite suitable to be my woman.”

Ugh.

No. 7 remained silent for a long time, suppressing her disgust as she casually sent the information to Ye Aotian.

“Here’s the information you wanted.”

“Thanks. Oh, by the way, No. 7, are you male or female? How about we meet sometime?”

You piece of crap. Are you so desperate for a woman? Can’t you just pay for one yourself?

No. 7 said helplessly, “Got things to do, talk later. Bye.”

The message was closed.

At this moment, staring at the diary, No. 7 was the most confused she’d ever been.

Ye Aotian was one of her clients. She was a genius hacker, having made quite a bit of money and gained some status through selling information. So it was normal to come into contact with the Dragon King.

But one thing was clear in her profession: she could never have any emotional involvement with her clients. She looked at the diary. Not much was written, but she could gather a lot of information from it.

Ye Aotian might be the protagonist, and Chen Fan could be a transmigrator.

As for Lin Qingyue and Jin Lan, one of them might also be the female lead. No, Lin Qingyue probably was. She hadn’t appeared yet.

Damn it, am I one of the female leads, or just some extra?

This damn diary that moves on its own had No. 7 keeping an eye on all the events in Qincheng.

The matter of breaking off the engagement wasn’t a big deal, it didn’t cause much of a stir, but it was still something No. 7 found a little bit about.

No. 7 tried calling Chen Fan, but even though the number was correct, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t get through. The display showed the number as non-existent.

Was this the choice of the world line, or what? What would happen if I killed Ye Aotian?

Everything was so chaotic.

No. 7 simply stopped thinking about it. Since she couldn’t resist, she might as well go with the flow. In truth, she was also curious—if this really were a novel, what role would she play?

At least give me the second female lead, right?

A new day quickly arrived.

Chen Fan, who woke up early in the morning, recalled the story of the novel.

According to the plot, Ye Aotian should now be investigating the orphanage, and soon he would clash with some demolition company people. Then, because of the existence of these minor characters, he would gradually provoke some big figures.

Then the conflict would slowly escalate.

Today, there were no scenes for him. That meant he could peacefully go to work and enjoy life.

Great, no need to suck up to the female lead anymore, feels so good.

After tidying up his outfit, he went straight to the office. Most civil servant jobs are like this—clock in, laze around, kill time, and wait to clock out.

When he got to the office, there weren’t many people. Chen Fan directly opened his computer and started writing his diary for the day.

[July 8th, sunny. Damn, feels like I’m writing stories from elementary school.]

[I’m curious about what Jin Lan will wear today, a bit of anticipation, but she scared me yesterday. I thought it was her second spring.]

[Lin Qingyue is such an idiot. Gonna keep cursing her today. Damn, calling me in the middle of the night.]

[And she says she’s looking for me? You’re the female lead, go find the male lead for some romance. Why are you looking for me?]

[Whatever, no scenes for me today. The male lead’s probably flirting with his landlady and that pretty widow by now. This book isn’t X-rated, but it’s seriously ridiculous.]

He casually wrote a bit and received his reward.

[Ding, congratulations to the host for successfully uploading the diary. You’ve earned 600,000 in cash, and your kidneys have been strengthened.]

This reward was so generous that he felt a bit embarrassed.

Damn system, are you doubting me? Are you suspecting I have kidney deficiency?

[Ding, congratulations to the host for obtaining the recipe: Key of Desire.]

[Key of Desire: As you approach middle age, your desires decrease and your energy wanes. Naturally, you need supplements. Considering your work mainly involves dealing with middle-aged and elderly people, this might have unexpected results.]

Isn’t this just some happy-old-man pill? It tastes just like that turtle soup I once drank while dining with the boss.

Looking at Jin Lan, who hadn’t arrived yet, Chen Fan couldn’t help but smile to himself.