The Cantonese Circle's Lord Huo Is Wrapped Around His Finger by a Broke Intern

After Huo Jingxing was in a car accident, he developed a deadly side effect: he could hear the thoughts of anyone within five meters.

At first, he thought he could use this ability to crush his rivals in business, until he met Lin Bai, the new broke intern.

Other people’s thoughts: [Mr. Huo is so handsome.] [Mr. Huo is so scary.] [This project can make ten billion.]

Lin Bai’s thoughts: [Listen up, everyone! Pinduoduo’s ten-billion-yuan subsidy! Last chance! If you’re my bro, come help me slash the price!!]

[Send me 50 yuan on WeChat and I’ll tell you my revenge plan! Bros, let’s get this party started! Shake it like you mean it!]

Huo Jingxing nearly had a stroke during a billion-yuan meeting. At his wit’s end, he slapped down a resignation form. “Get out!”

Lin Bai didn’t even flinch. She whipped out a WeChat payment QR code. “Since you can hear me, Mr. Huo, it must be fate. A monthly subscription for forced silence is 100,000 yuan, or 20,000 per session. If you don’t renew, I’ll get a part-time job at a funeral home tomorrow and blast a surround-sound recording of seven old guys playing suona, plus the Great Compassion Mantra, in your head all day.”

“Oh, and for another 500,000, I can play The Psychology of Microexpressions and The Art of War in your head in real time while you negotiate with your archrival. Think of me as your human cheat code.”

He keeps a broke intern by his side every day, even sharing a room with her while he sleeps.

Everyone says Lord Huo is a once-in-a-century hopeless romantic, brought to his knees by a scheming woman.

Only Huo Jingxing himself, eyes red, stares at the POS machine in Lin Bai’s hand in despair.

“Romance, my ass! I just want to get a good night’s sleep! You’ve had The Horse-Riding Man on repeat in my head for three days this week! So, how much to turn it off this time?!”