Quick Wear: Plan to Save the Unrequited Boss

[Mission completed, host emotions extracted!]

[Extraction successful! 】

Inside the Quick Travel Bureau's studio, Xiao Qi blinked her big eyes at Wen Ling.

"Wenwen, to ensure that it does not affect the completion of subsequent tasks, your emotions will be extracted from each small world. After the task is completed, the system will return it to you."

Wen Ling pinched Xiao Qi's soft face.

Xiaoqi has shoulder-length platinum blonde hair, a round face, big eyes, and curled eyelashes. She has a small nose and rosy cheeks. She's the height of a young girl, adorable, and androgynous, making it hard to tell whether she's a girl or a boy.

As an advanced artificial intelligence, Xiaoqi's appearance is completely generated by AI according to human preferences.

Wen Ling didn't care much about what Xiao Qi said, but when she reviewed the memories of the first world, she felt something was wrong, perhaps because she had no emotions.

Thinking back to Xie Qi Yan, well, he was a good person.

But she didn't quite understand why she was with him. In her memory, she seemed to like him very much and depend on him.

"Well then, Wenwen, let's move on to the next task."

Xiao Qi's words interrupted Wen Ling's thoughts and she frowned.

"You said you would return my feelings to me once I complete the mission. So when will my quick travel mission be completed?"

Xiaoqi blinked his big eyes in a clumsy manner.

"This is the statistics from the system background. Once we have enough mission data, Wenwen will be able to be resurrected."

“Is this data not public?”

"Well, the system has its own set of evaluation criteria. Don't worry, Wenwen, we are absolutely conscientious in the quick penetration game and will not ask you to do more work."

Wen Ling didn't care about this. Doing the tasks was quite interesting, and there was nothing wrong with doing more work.

Anyway, it's still alive. Wen Ling is the type to play badly whenever possible.

"last question."

Wen Ling looked at Xiao Qi curiously.

Xiao Qi raised her eyes: "What?"

Wen Ling wiped her nose and suddenly felt that the question was impolite.

"Xiao Qi, are you a girl or a boy?"

Xiao Qi was stunned, then raised his hands to hold his face.

"My Maker didn't give me a gender."

Xiao Qi looked at Wen Ling with complicated eyes, and then her eyes curved into crescent shapes with a smile.

"Xiaoqi will have a gender in the future."

As soon as he finished speaking, before Wen Ling could react, he was transported into a new small world.

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Wen Ling's first reaction when she regained consciousness was tiredness. It felt like there was a stone on her head, her entire neck was sore, and her vision seemed to be blocked by something, it was pitch black and she couldn't see anything clearly.

Wen Ling raised her hand to remove the thing covering her face, but a pair of hands were faster than hers.

The covering on his head was removed, and his vision suddenly became clear. The red in the room hurt Wen Ling's eyes, and when he looked around, he saw a young man in a red robe standing beside him.

Wen Ling was slightly stunned, mainly because the young man in front of her was very handsome with red lips and white teeth.

His black eyes were as beautiful as if streaked with stars, his delicate features evoked a youthful innocence, his lips the color of rose petals. His figure was tall and straight, and the red silk and jade-studded belt around his waist constricted it to an incredibly thin figure, making one want to pinch it.

After looking at him for a moment, Wen Ling fixed her gaze on the boy's face again. His black hair was tied up high, and the red robe he wore only highlighted his bold youthfulness.

What a young man full of vigor and vitality, Wen Ling sighed inwardly.

But she doesn't seem to be liked by this young man now.

He frowned and looked at her with a hint of impatience in his eyes.

"Oh, my little ancestor! That's not how you lift a bride's veil."

A nanny next to him, who was dressed festively, sighed and looked at the boy.

The young man in wedding gown just glanced at the wedding title on the tray, looked away and said nothing.

The nanny's voice also brought Wen Ling back to her senses. Looking at the festive atmosphere in the room, which was obviously an ancient wedding, Wen Ling lowered her head and pulled her clothes.

Come on, the bride's gown. Getting married right after arriving?

Wen Ling frowned.

However, the young man in front of him looked impatient and seemed not very satisfied with this marriage. Wen Ling, who had not received any information from the small world, did not intend to speak.

She watched as the young man drove all the servants out and then stood before her with his arms folded.

The look he gave her was filled with strong resistance and dislike.

The boy put on what he thought was a very fierce posture, and his voice was also a bit fierce and warning.

"So what if it's Princess? I just don't like you!"

The young man glared at her fiercely, but Wen Ling didn't care and only received the message that she was now a princess.

Well, that’s good. At least I won’t suffer anymore.

The young man's hair swayed with his movements. He glanced at the bride sitting on the bed and saw that she didn't react.

He snorted, gave her a look and continued.

"I was forced to marry you by the old man in my family, so it's best for you and I to stay out of each other's way and live our own lives. Otherwise—"

The boy clenched his fist towards her, baring his teeth and threatening her fiercely.

Well, it's pretty cute.

The young master thought she was frightened by him and raised her head proudly, not caring whether Wen Ling agreed or not.

"So for the sake of both you and me, please sign this agreement immediately."

The young man impatiently took something out of his sleeve and stuffed it into Wen Ling's hand, then hurriedly took out the ink pad and stuffed it into Wen Ling's hand.

Wen Ling looked down at the items listed on the paper, then raised her eyes to glance at the young man.

This glance was caught by the young master with red lips and white teeth, and he glared back fiercely.

It looked ferocious, as if showing its sharp claws to her and threatening her.

He said: If you don’t sign, I will bite you to death.

Wen Ling almost laughed out loud. Whose cute little boy is this? He looks so fierce and makes people want to laugh.

Wen Ling coughed. Teenagers his age were very concerned about prestige. If he laughed out loud, he'd probably blush. Well, that would be quite cute.

Recovering her thoughts, she carefully looked at the items listed on the rice paper.

First, the two parties are fake husband and wife and do not need to fulfill any marital duties.

Second, after marriage, both parties must cooperate with each other except when necessary, and must not ask about or interfere with each other's affairs.

Third, if either party requests a divorce, the other party may not refuse.

Wen Ling raised an eyebrow. Basically, they just played their own games. That was fine; she was here to complete a mission, not to fall in love. This agreement pleased her deeply.

Seeing her quickly and efficiently put her handprint on the spot, the boy's expression looked better.

Fortunately, the spoiled and vicious little princess in front of him did not cry or bother him too much, which made him very satisfied.

After Wen Ling put her handprint on it, the boy took out another copy and gave it to her.

"In duplicate, fair and just."

The young man raised his head and spoke with a sense of freedom. Perhaps it was Wen Ling's cooperation, the young man's voice no longer had the fierceness at the beginning and was full of the clearness of youth.

The room in front of him is his room, now used as a bridal chamber.

The young man frowned and looked at Wen Ling. He wanted to kick her out. After all, this was his room.

But he frowned when he saw the little princess's thin figure.

Forget it, forget it. He was generous and would give the room to her since she was so cooperative. There were plenty of rooms outside, so he could just ask someone to clean up one.

Thinking of this, the young man waved his sleeves and turned to leave the bridal chamber.

The ponytail standing high at the back swayed back and forth, showing the youthful vigor and vitality of a young man.