Daily Intelligence: Forced to Save the Beautiful President at the Beginning

Moonlight from outside the window shone through the gap in the curtains, landing on the ’star path: reboot’ statistical report on the nightstand. Zhang Fan yawned, with only one thought in his mind: no matter what tricks Pei Yunxiao played, it couldn’t affect the operation of ’star path’, and it definitely couldn’t hinder the development of Singularity Technology.

What he didn’t know was that after hanging up the phone with the trolls, Pei Yunxiao dialed another number—that was Ruan Shu’s number.

That’s right, Ruan Shu was exactly the person who liked Pei Yunxiao in Song Zhiwei’s previous life. Because she was jealous of Young Master Pei’s ”special care” for the ”little maid,” she often bullied Song Zhiwei in various ways. Because Ruan Shu was skilled at acting like a ”white lotus” and also had good grades, her classmates all helped speak up for Ruan Shu.

Ruan Shu’s home was squeezed into the most dilapidated residential building in the old city of Jiangcheng, on the top floor—the seventh floor. When it leaked in the summer, she had to set out three basins to catch the water, and in the winter, the wind blew in through the window cracks, freezing people into a ball at night.

Her family was exactly the kind often seen in short dramas: ”A gambling father, a sick mother, a student brother, and a broken her.”

She didn’t want to endure days like this for another day. She lay by the window, watching the luxury cars occasionally driving by downstairs, her heart full of resentment.

Why should Song Zhiwei, the daughter of a servant, be able to receive Young Master Pei’s care, eat the Pei Family’s delicacies, and ride in the Pei Family’s luxury cars?

While she could only wear a washed-out school uniform, walk to and from school every day, and couldn’t even bear to buy a new lipstick?

She started watching those short dramas about ”rich young masters falling in love with poor heroines,” watching the heroines in the dramas use their gentle, sensible, and pitiful appearances to capture men’s hearts and climb up from the bottom, and she gradually came up with an idea.

She didn’t have a mother working as a servant in a big family, and her gambling father had turned their home into such a mess; the only ”opportunity” she could grasp was Pei Yunxiao.

She knew that Pei Yunxiao liked gentle and sensible girls, so every time she spoke to him, she deliberately softened her voice, as if it were coated in sugar.

If he casually mentioned that ”homework is hard to write,” she would stay up all night organizing notes and bring them to him.

She disguised herself as a harmless white lotus, carefully currying favor, because she knew too well that Pei Yunxiao was the person closest to a ”good life” in her entire existence. A pair of old sneakers he threw away would be enough for her mother to buy a month’s worth of medicine; the money for one meal he treated her to could pay for her brother’s tuition for half a year.

Just then, the phone she was using to watch short dramas suddenly vibrated, and the words ”Young Master Pei” popped up on the screen. Ruan Shu’s eyes lit up instantly.

She understood men’s minds too well—Song Zhiwei was a cautionary tale. That fool held Pei Yunxiao in the palm of her hand and was at his beck and call, but what was the result? Pei Yunxiao didn’t take her seriously at all. Only by making a man ”wait a little” would he care more.

She patiently finished watching the finale of the short drama before slowly calling Pei Yunxiao back. ”Young Master Pei~ I’m so sorry, I was doing my homework earlier, and I had my phone on silent, so I didn’t see your call.”