Qi Weiwei is the “most dedicated” agent at the Time Management Bureau. While others repair history with painstaking rigor, she does it by winging it and tearing the place apart.
But who told me my mission targets would come with a “clingy” trait?
In the ancient drama set, the cold-faced prince Xiao Jingyi pins her against the palace wall, eyes red as he asks, “Where are you going, Wanwan?”
Qi Weiwei: Thanks for asking. I just got here from the Republican era, and I haven't even changed scripts yet.
On the Republican-era set, the iron-fisted commander Yin Jihuan presses a gun against her lower back, his voice as deep as a cello. “We have no future? That's not for you to decide!”
Qi Weiwei: Reporting to the commander, my husband is still in 2025. Would you like to go check out a trendy milk tea shop with us?
On the modern set, CEO Li Chengyan traps her in his office, fingertips rubbing her employee badge. “The Time Management Bureau? Miss Qi, your excuse for taking leave is even more absurd than my investment reports.”
Qi Weiwei: Boss, my husband and my darling are waiting for me. You can only take third place!
As a draft swept peach blossoms from three different eras right at her, Qi Weiwei watched the three men glare at one another in the brewing showdown and quietly pulled out her mission handbook. “Everyone, we're only here to correct fate. Don't start fighting, wait! Your Highness, don't hit the CEO with the imperial seal!”
Qi Weiwei: Help! My mission seems to have turned into a romance route!
Time Management Bureau: Dear, we recommend you keep all three of them~
(Style: Sweet romance, no angst. The female lead is happily slacking off while building her career. Not one-on-one: three male leads compete for her attention, while she keeps bouncing between pursuing her career and getting flirted with~)
