The system makes me so beautiful that I don't care about anyone else's life or death.

Gu Cai never imagined that the first low point in his otherwise smooth life would be a love affair that was both desirable and unattainable.

He found it a little hard to accept.

But when he thought of Su Ran's cold yet captivating eyes and her moving singing voice, he felt that she was a celestial maiden, far beyond the reach of a mortal like himself.

Ah--

How could he, the young master of the Gu family, harbor such feelings of inferiority?

Gu Cai took a sip of wine in despair.

A hand suddenly appeared from the side and snatched the wine glass from his hand.

"Stop drinking. Haven't you caused enough trouble already? It's just a relationship, find someone better."

Gu Cai smiled forlornly, "Is there anyone better than her?"

“You’re only infatuated with her appearance. What you need to find is a girl who can resonate with your soul,” Zhong Jue lectured.

"Brother Zhong, you talk like you're very experienced. Has that girl who resonates with your soul shown up yet? Let me see her."

A masked face flashed through Zhong Jue's mind. He smiled wickedly, "Of course she appeared. You've even seen her before."

After uttering the word "who?", Gu Cai felt a slight pang of regret.

There are naturally not many women that Brother Zhong can take a liking to. He is very busy with his affairs, and he entrusts the management of his female artists to his assistants. The only ones he personally manages are himself and Guiyin.

Su Ran's other identity is Ghost Voice.

She is a woman who can become a captivating sight wherever she goes.

How could Brother Zhong not pay attention to him?

Gu Cai chuckled self-deprecatingly.

Zhong Jue's voice came from beside me.

"You should know that it's Guiyin. I used to think you liked her too, but now that I know you like Su Ran, I can finally say it openly. I like Guiyin, I admire her, I have desire for her."

Gu Cai's face darkened. "But she still calls you 'Mr. Zhong' in a strange tone, unlike me, she calls me 'Gu Cai'."

Zhong Jue glanced sideways at Gu Cai, his hand gripping the wine glass tightly.

"One day, I will make you call her sister-in-law."

"There's no chance."

Are you underestimating me?

Gu Cai didn't speak. Zhong Jue took the wine glass away and he picked up a bottle of wine and took a swig.

As Zhong Jue thought of that woman, so aloof and elegant to the core, and that face that never saw the light of day, he felt increasingly melancholy.

He simply opened a bottle of wine as well, but instead of chugging it down like Gu Cai, he elegantly poured it into a glass and sipped it.

The more I drank, the more depressed I became, and the more uncertain I felt.

Zhong Jue: "How can I make her like me?"

Gu Cai: "I'd like to know too."

Zhong Jue: "The only way to make a woman devoted to you is to become her support. She's a woman who can succeed anywhere, so it seems she doesn't need me as her support."

Gu Cai: "Compared to her, it seems that only her family background is something to be proud of. She is not the kind of woman who clings to a wealthy family. It seems that I don't have anything she wants."

Two men, one young and inexperienced, one mature and naive, simultaneously picked up their wine bottles and glasses in the same manner and took a long sip.

In the end, the two were dragged into the car by their assistants.

As he was leaving, Gu Cai grabbed his assistant and kept asking, "How can I win a woman's heart?"

"Say it?"

Why aren't you saying anything? Is it because you're single too?

"How pathetic, just like me, unable to win the heart of the girl he likes."

"Waaaaah, she doesn't like me."

The two assistants exchanged a glance: "..."

In contrast, Zhong Jue was not as talkative as Gu Cai, and remained silent as others helped him up.

Just as Gu Cai said, "She doesn't like me," he suddenly pushed aside the person who was supporting him, took out his phone, and dialed the number at the very top of the list.

"Ghost sound."

Su Ran was about to rest when she received the call. Although she didn't know what was going on with Zhong Jue, his low, hoarse voice reeked of alcohol.

Just by listening, you could tell he was drunk, and quite drunk at that.

“Mr. Zhong,” she replied.

Upon hearing these three words, Zhong Jue's brow twitched, and Gu's words echoed in his ears.

"But she still calls you 'Mr. Zhong' in a strange tone, unlike me, she calls me 'Gu Cai'."

Zhong Jue choked up.

With a bittersweet tone, she said, "You told me before that you wanted to take on the role in Director Pang's 'Late Autumn Young Woman,' and we agreed to meet at the company at nine o'clock tomorrow morning to discuss the details."

He had countless questions he wanted to ask her, but even in his drunken state, the last vestiges of his reason told him that if he asked them, their relationship might come to an end.

Su Ran lowered her eyelashes and said calmly, "Okay."

She didn't quite understand why Zhong Jue had to call her at this time.

She didn't want to understand either.

The word "love" is the most hurtful in the world.

All she needs are family and friendship.

She didn't want to end up like her mother, losing herself because of love.

"Boss, your order has arrived." Zhou Ming knocked on the door, holding a document in his hand.

"Just leave it here." An Yecheng's voice sounded very tired.

Zhou Ming was a little uneasy. "Are you sure you want to see this? I suggest you prepare yourself mentally."

"You can go down now." An Yecheng's long, slender fingers, which were used to holding a fountain pen, furrowed his brow.

"Okay, boss, please take care of yourself." Zhou Ming said, then left the office.

After Zhou Ming left, An Yecheng's gaze fell on the documents on the table.

That was a document detailing his mother's hiring of a murderer.

His hand holding the documents trembled slightly after just one glance.

His biological mother, An Xin, was actually the culprit who caused Su Ran and her daughter to suffer such a tragic fate!

The girl he loved had a tragic life for over a decade, all thanks to the cruel handiwork of his mother.

An Yecheng's first thought was—Su Ran must not know about this!

What he didn't know was that Su Ran's system had already locked onto Zhou Ming, and Su Ran could see everything that he could investigate.

"As expected, it's more reliable for An Yecheng to investigate personally. Although the system is very versatile, it's still very difficult to find some old clues that weren't saved online. Only someone close to An Xin can find them."

Su Ran stared coldly at the screen.

The little butterfly stared with its big, bright eyes and asked in an adorable voice, "Should we kill her?"

Su Ran frowned. "Don't say things like that, you're just a kid. Go to your moral education classes more often."

Little butterfly: "What's the point of morality? They're not human."

Su Ran: "It will teach you how to pretend to be a real person."

Perhaps because she raised Xiao Hudie like a child, Su Ran suddenly felt that she shouldn't set a bad example in front of Xiao Hudie.

If I do anything bad in the future, I shouldn't let Little Butterfly know.

The little butterfly pointed at Anxin's photo on the screen with its chubby fingers.

She stood with her hands on her hips, huffing and puffing, "I've never seen such a ruthless woman."

"First, he found a group of bad guys to bully the host's mother. Then, he pretended to be pregnant because he was insulted by the bad guys while saving the host's mother. Finally, he intentionally or unintentionally revealed that he liked his half-brother An Mu, causing the host's mother to leave her lover out of guilt."

Su Ran lowered her head to drink her tea, her eyes cold, and said, "She was ruthless enough to harm herself, arranging a rape scene for herself, turning the charade into reality, making my mother leave Uncle An out of guilt. Whether she deliberately designed it or not, the fetus in her belly is real."

The little butterfly asked, "Is the host's shameless older brother, Shi An, really one of those thugs?"

Su Ran shook her head and said coldly:

"Not necessarily. If it really was a bastard child born to that group of thugs, An Xin would most likely have miscarried. But not only did she not, she gave birth to him and sent him to the Shi family. My mother saw him every day and thought of the suffering An Xin had endured to save her. Out of guilt, she tied An Xin to the Shi family."

Even though the little butterfly was an electronic being, it felt a chill run down its spine.