Corporate slave? Pshaw, I'm the richest woman now!

Feng Lan's eyes were unreadable. He stared at Tang Tang, who was smiling, for a moment, then suddenly nodded and chuckled, "Yes, Miss Tang is right."

Tang Tang shook her head, "You're not as cute as you were last night."

Although Fenglan was quite erratic last night, at least she meant what she said. But now... Fenglan is really becoming consistently harsh, both inside and out.

"Really? Miss Tang was treating me like a dog last night too?"

"Oh dear, why do you say that?" Tang Tang covered her mouth dramatically, revealing a pair of big eyes as she looked sadly at Feng Lan, and said sarcastically, "It was clearly Mr. Feng Lan who suddenly wanted to be my dog, it really scared me to death."

As she spoke, she suddenly seemed to remember something, then covered her chest with both hands, glanced at Feng Lan, and said in a low voice, "Miss Tang, listen to how panicked I am~"

Feng Lan's face darkened instantly.

He now wishes he could strangle the alternate personality.

"How did Mr. Fenglan change his personality overnight? Does he work on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, and you on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays?"

Tang Tang immediately threw out a big one.

Feng Lan slowly raised her eyes and looked at Tang Tang with a warning, "Miss Tang, some things are better left unsaid."

Oh dear, that's fierce.

The way Feng Lan clung to her like a dog last night was so vivid in Tang Tang's memory that she still acted brazenly even now, looking at the man's dark face.

"Mr. Fenglan, are you threatening me?"

Feng Lan curled the corner of her lips and said coldly, "Of course not."

"Oh~ Mr. Fenglan, you must not want people to know about you..."

Seeing Tang Tang's ambiguous smile and threatening tone, Feng Lan unconsciously gritted his teeth before coldly asking, "What do you want to do?"

"What can I possibly do? It was Mr. Fenglan who promised me this, so don't forget it."

“Come straight with me after you get off the plane,” Feng Lan turned and walked away. “I will invite Mr. Godfather this noon. I hope you can keep this matter to yourself forever, Miss Tang.”

That temper is really awful.

Tang Tang shook her head dismissively and sighed to the system, "Compared to her, Feng Lan was surprisingly adorable last night."

"You're going to be the godmother of the Italian Mafia, what's that saying on the internet again?"

Tang Tang asked in confusion, "?"

[Oh, forced love may not be sweet, but it quenches thirst. Fenglan's other personality wants to be your dog. You can take him back, and then...]

Stop, stop, stop.

"You really are... you're no longer the innocent and adorable little system you used to be."

Tang Tang also strolled back to the rest room to prepare for landing. "I only care about whether I can see Alberto."

As the plane landed, Tang Tang, carrying no luggage and only a small shoulder bag, caught up with Feng Lan in a few steps.

“The Godfather doesn’t have a very good temper,” Feng Lan said expressionlessly, not even glancing at Tang Tang behind him. “This is Italy, not China. If you get shot, I’ll celebrate quietly and send your ashes back to China.”

You're such a good person.

Tang Tang smiled nonchalantly, "Then I will definitely thank Mr. Feng Lan then."

However, she had previously promised Fenglan's alternate personality to go to the show... so what about now...?

Am I also Mr. Fenglan's muse?

Tang Tang suddenly spoke up, catching the person in front of her off guard. She saw the person who had been walking upright pause for a moment, as if something had been touched on, but then immediately returned to normal.

Not only that, he also let out a mocking "ha" sound, seemingly looking down on Tang Tang.

“I don’t have his terrible taste.”

That's strange. Isn't it said that dissociative identity disorder is caused by the emergence of another personality to compensate for the primary personality?

How could Fenglan and his other personality have such a bad relationship?

However, this was not her concern. Since Fenglan had already spoken, she readily agreed, "In that case, it should be fine if I don't go, right?"

This is like getting something for free, so satisfying!

"No, my dear Muse."

?

Tang Tang was speechless, looking at Feng Lan who was suddenly smiling very ambiguously, and helplessly looked up at the sky, "Are you really not playing a trick on me? Switching between your dual personalities so smoothly? Do you think you're Dove chocolate?"

“It’s true,” he leaned closer to Tang Tang, his light-colored eyes filled with a clear, seductive admiration. “I was heartbroken to death when I heard that you didn’t want to keep our appointment.”

"You are definitely much cuter than him."

Tang Tang coldly pressed her hand against Feng Lan's face, which was very close to hers, and pushed him away. "But right now I just want to get down to business."

"Okay, okay, my Muse, your words matter the most."

Feng Lan straightened up, took out her phone, dialed a number, and spoke fluently in Italian.

Tang Tang could vaguely hear the gist of it, which was that he was willing to give away a piece of jewelry that Mr. Alberto had liked very much before.

You actually know Italian?

It's no wonder the system was somewhat shocked; after all, Tang Tang seemed to know a lot more than expected.

Tang Tang smiled smugly and thought to herself, "You don't understand the '6' of the 'King of Hired Managers'."

In her past life, she practically cultivated herself into an all-rounder in order to have a smooth job. The company she eventually switched to originally planned to have an exchange program with Italy.

Tang Tang had long anticipated this opportunity and would occasionally find some instructional videos on Bilibili to learn Italian on her own.

I just didn't expect to be hit by a car so suddenly, and I only learned the basics.

"Since we're already here, it's not too much to ask me to also speak fluent Italian on credit, is it?"

What else can the system do?

I chose this host myself, so I'll accept my fate.

[Proficient in Italian, 6 points deducted, current debt 3.1794 billion.]

Thank you so much for remembering the details so precisely.

“It’s all set~” Feng Lan hung up the phone and leaned closer to Tang Tang as if to take credit, “Dear Muse, we will be invited to the Godfather’s manor at four o’clock this afternoon.”

"But now, can your time temporarily belong to me?"

You're talking really strangely.

Tang Tang replied, "So what are you taking me to do?"

wrong.

Tang Tang looked at Feng Lan in front of her and suddenly asked, "Do you have a manor in Italy? A very big one?"

“Yes,” Feng Lan’s eyes were filled with indescribable satisfaction. He whispered softly, “Darling, if you like it, I’d like to give it to you.”

“No, I want to buy it,” Tang Tang’s eyes lit up as she looked at Feng Lan with satisfaction. “Name your price, and we’ll go to your studio now to swipe our cards.”

“15 billion, darling. In fact, most of this estate is used to store my works or manuscripts. Apart from me, almost no one else lives here for long.”

It's just a manor, only 15 billion?

They've only paid off half of their debt.