[Please keep to a scientific approach when reading. The society in this story is entirely fictional, a product of the author's wild imagination.]
After graduating with a useless degree, Wan Zheng naturally ended up unemployed. As an incompetent rich second-generation heir, he could only go home and take over the family business.
His family's consulting firm had everything going for it: benefits, a housing fund, and air conditioning. The only problem was that it was no place for someone with social anxiety. Wan Zheng turned down his enthusiastic coworkers' dinner invitation, sneezed repeatedly in the middle of their affectionate embrace, then rolled his eyes back and collapsed face-first onto the ground.
Fainting at the sight of blood or needles was common. This guy, though, fainted at the sight of living people.
To make matters worse, he had a pair of spirit-seeing eyes powered by solar energy. The light pollution from the skyscrapers gave him splitting headaches, and even in his dreams he saw countless white shadows wailing.
The moment he woke up in the hospital, Wan Zheng decided to switch jobs. While looking through old records, he discovered that he owned a half-dead little workshop. It sat deep in the mountains, where the air was fresh, and it had fewer than one visitor a year.
Perfect!
The little workshop had no air conditioning because a "breeze" passed through every day.
The little workshop had no visitors because they all "kept their feet off the ground."
The little workshop was great, and the best part was that it came with an assigned partner!
In the middle of the seventh lunar month, the mountain gates swung open, and the true form of the "King of Yong" went on patrol.
Gu Jiuyin, whose job had been forcibly assigned by the attendance System, casually slipped into a house. He pried a phone out from between the bricks in the wall and was about to kill time until his work hours were up when he noticed a figure lying on the bed. A golden bell hung from their wrist. That was unmistakably the marriage mark that "Deng Meng" had told him about!
Their eyes met. Wan Zheng immediately drew his knife, and Gu Jiuyin fled in panic.
The scenery was beautiful in the mountains, and his headaches and blurry vision were gone. Wan Zheng's entrepreneurial spirit was rekindled. Gandharva's patented scented candles were in high demand; Shiva himself approved of the custom-blended melatonin that cured insomnia. Their eco-friendly electronic candles sold across the country and overseas, and their industrial chain kept expanding, until the brand became renowned among the people of the sea of suffering. Every passing soul came by for a taste of the seasonal osmanthus wine, while the immortals and spirits fought tooth and nail for a 20-percent-off VIP membership.
There was a legend about the world: at Wan Yin Hall, there was a mysterious VIP who never showed his face and never had to pay for shopping, food, or lodging!
After much speculation, the loyal customers declared, "It must be Boss Wan's kept pretty boy!"
In the middle of the seventh lunar month the following year, Gu Jiuyin went down on one knee. He fished a crumpled paper flower out of his pocket and said, a little bashfully, "I have a car and a house, but they're underground."
"Underground is great," Wan Zheng replied earnestly. "It's well-ventilated, cool, and nobody's around."
One alive, one dead, meeting in the dead of night;
Together in the Yellow Springs, sharing life and fortune.
Reading guide:
1. Please keep to a scientific way of thinking. This story is pure invention, completely at odds with materialist science, and intended just for fun.
2. Graduates with useless degrees, be strong. But this story's guide is not meant for real life; it only applies in another world.
3. A cold-faced, beautiful, strong, and tragic gong with a silly side x a money-loving, socially anxious shou.
4. Thank you for reading. If we meet again, how nice; if not, please don't flip the table. Stay calm and enjoy the story.
Theme: In the sea of suffering, you are the lamp in my hand
????? I, ahem, thought he was a human being (feeling guilty)
It's okay, can I gain weight? As long as the relationship doesn't cheat, doesn't abandon, doesn't end up being bad, and doesn't ruin the character's OOC. It doesn't matter if you keep it in your collection forever.
What you write is so interesting, dear. From the copywriting to the text, everything is so joyful.
We are currently revising the outline with great difficulty, thank you all for your tolerance ~ take a bow ~