"Ding - today's task: prepare a love breakfast for Fu Jingchuan, complete +5 favorability points, and deduct the original memory fragment if failed." Lin Wanzhao stared at the system pop-up window on her phone, watching the cold-faced man across the dining table pour the millet porridge she cooked into the trash can.
"It's just a contract, don't get too involved." Fu Jingchuan wiped his fingertips, not even bothering to give her his peripheral vision.
But three days later, she dug into his office drawer and found half an uneaten piece of osmanthus cake—the same plate she had ruined last week.
The system suddenly vibrated: "Hidden mission triggered: He hid your 'failure'." At this moment, Fu Jingchuan stood at the door, his knuckles pressed against the door panel and chuckled: "Miss Lin, looking through my things, is it considered a strategy or a secret?"
