Quick Transmigration: Passerby A Gets Entangled with the Male Lead

Unfortunately, Xu Zhizhi also became one of those who were influenced by the rumors.

Enraged, she immediately sought out He Zhiyao to discuss countermeasures, declaring that they must dig up dirt on Jiang Youbai so that this guy who dared to mock her brother would pay the price.

In fact, for a long time, He Zhiyao was timid and not good at communicating with people. She just wanted to be a quiet, invisible fan, silently standing in the corner and admiring the brilliance of her idol.

Only when Xu Zhizhi sent her those topics about Gu Qing would she become a different person, and the two of them would have endless things to talk about.

But this time the situation was different. To He Zhiyao's utter surprise, Xu Zhizhi, after learning that she was still a college graduate looking for job opportunities, actually tried to lure her with money to work as Jiang Youbai's assistant and take the opportunity to dig out his unknown secrets.

He Zhiyao was actually extremely unwilling, but faced with Xu Zhizhi's repeated monetary temptations of increasing prices, her firm resolve began to waver, and she ultimately had no choice but to compromise.

Today is her first day at work, but just yesterday, when she looked at the interview materials she had prepared, she didn't know whether she had the interview or not; she had no memory of it at all.

Not knowing what to do, He Zhiyao sat in the company lobby for half a day.

Suddenly, a mysterious system popped into her mind, chattering incessantly about the plot of the so-called passerby.

He Zhiyao couldn't help but sigh heavily, her heart filled with helplessness and frustration.

She looked up and glanced around, a hint of resignation in her eyes, before silently beginning to tidy up the house.

First, she picked up all the scattered items one by one and gently put them into a large box.

Then, she carefully climbed onto the chair, stood on tiptoe, and tried to reach down to tear off the poster that was pasted on the wall.

Every movement was made with extreme care, as if afraid of accidentally damaging these precious items.

He Zhiyao stared at the poster hanging high on the ceiling, her brows furrowed, and a question began to form in her mind:

"So... how exactly did she manage to stick it up so high in the first place?"

She just stared blankly at it, her neck aching from looking up for so long, but after thinking for a long time she couldn't come up with a solution, so she could only give up for the time being: "Never mind, let's just leave it there for now!"

Looking at the box full of things in front of her, He Zhiyao hesitated for a long time, but finally decided not to throw them away for the time being.

After all, for the original owner, these were not just ordinary items, but important pillars supporting his spiritual world.

It also carries the memories of a whole beautiful youth.

After a long and arduous period of work, He Zhiyao was exhausted and could barely keep her eyes open.

She took a quick shower, then collapsed onto the bed and soon drifted off to sleep.

The sky gradually darkened, as if an invisible hand was slowly drawing a black curtain, until the whole world was completely swallowed by darkness.

In the silent, dark room, a crisp, loud telephone ring suddenly pierced the night—"Ring ring~"

He Zhiyao was immersed in a sweet dream when she vaguely heard this sudden noise. She subconsciously reached out her hand from the warm quilt and groped for the bedside table.

After some searching, I finally found the phone that was humming happily, and then grabbed it and put it to my ear.

"Hello!" He Zhiyao's voice was full of drowsiness and confusion, as if she had not yet fully woken up from her dream.

Upon hearing this languid greeting, Jiang Youbai on the other end of the phone was first taken aback, then realized that she had dialed the wrong number.

"He Zhiyao?" Jiang Youbai murmured softly.

Only then did he suddenly recall that in the afternoon he had asked Sister Hong for the assistant's information and was so engrossed in reading it that he had unknowingly saved He Zhiyao's phone number into his phone's contacts.

"Mmm~" He Zhiyao was still in a half-awake state, and the sound she made was soft and sweet, as if she was being coquettish.

However, it was this delicate voice with a lingering tone that instantly triggered the wicked impulse within Jiang Youbai.

"Assistant He, come pick me up and take me home, I'm drunk." Jiang Youbai's tone was somewhat willful and domineering, as if there was no room for negotiation.

It's truly baffling why he tosses and turns every night, unable to fall asleep, while some people sleep so soundly, impossible to wake even by calling them. Has he done something heinous that fate is treating him this way?

He Zhiyao, whose mind was still somewhat groggy, was instantly jolted awake by Jiang Youbai's words, as if struck by lightning.

When she realized that the person on the phone was Jiang Youbai, she panicked and instinctively pressed the hang-up button.

She's just timid and sometimes a bit slow on the uptake, but she's not stupid! Why should she go pick him up just because he's drunk?

Jiang Youbai looked at the phone that someone had hung up on and sneered. "See? They've got some nerve! They even dared to hang up on me."

Jiang Youbai dialed He Zhiyao's number again.

He Zhiyao looked at the phone ringing again, considering the consequences of not answering. She thought that if she didn't answer, she would have to face Jiang Youbai's temper tomorrow, so she decided to answer it!

She was about to answer when the ringing suddenly stopped.

Before she could even catch her breath, the phone rang again.

Jiang Youbai was so angry he almost laughed. He impatiently dialed He Zhiyao's number again and again. He found that he seemed to have a lot of patience with this little assistant.

"Brother Jiang." He Zhiyao answered the phone somewhat nervously and quickly called for help.

"How could you bear to answer the phone?" Jiang Youbai teased with a smile on her lips.

He Zhiyao remained silent.

"Hmm~"

He Zhiyao remained silent.

"Come pick me up and take me home, I'm drunk."

He Zhiyao's slow, lazy voice finally came through the phone: "You can call a designated driver to take you home."

Do you think you're exceptionally smart?

“I’m naturally smart,” He Zhiyao replied in a very soft voice, but it still reached Jiang Youbai’s ears on the other end of the phone.

"He Zhiyao, you are my assistant. Didn't you know when you applied for the job that the assistants I hire need to be available at any time?"

Jiang Youbai laughed. Sure enough, being away from her made her bolder?

He Zhiyao didn't know if this was true or not, and reluctantly said, "Okay! I'll come."

He Zhiyao: I'm going to resign tomorrow.

The lights are dazzling at night.

He Zhiyao took a taxi to the address Jiang You gave her.

I could see him sitting on the bench by the wall from a distance. Luckily, it was only the beginning of the night, and most people had gone to eat. There were hardly any people passing by, so no one noticed him.

"Brother Jiang." He Zhiyao approached Jiang Youbai, her sweet voice ringing out.

Jiang Youbai opened her eyes, her gaze unfocused, and looked at He Zhiyao standing a meter away from her.

He stared at her for a while before speaking: "Why are you standing so far away? Come and help me."

Seeing that Jiang Youbai seemed a bit drunk, He Zhiyao slowly went over and helped her up.

Jiang Youbai then pressed his entire body against He Zhiyao.