I Interview Candidates at the Ministry of Personnel

[Cunning Interviewer Heroine vs. Dark, Flirtatious, Sickly Hero]

Overnight, Jiang Fufeng transmigrated and inherited a failing academy.

The academy was packed with books of every kind, but its classrooms were so quiet that not a single student could be found.

Jiang Fufeng, an HR professional in her previous life, stroked her chin and came up with a plan. Wasn’t the problem simply that nobody was here? She would post recruitment notices far and wide and gather all the talent in the land!

The next second, a recruitment System went live:

Ding-dong! A talented person has been detected at the academy. The only information available is that this person left a name at Pingzhan. No other information is available.

Ding-dong! A second talented person has appeared. Host must personally visit Fuyao Academy tomorrow to unlock more information.

Ding-dong...

Jiang Fufeng: ???

You give me one person's name and one place, then expect me to find them? Do you think I'm Baidu Baike?

The System solemnly defended itself: Complete the missions to unlock information about talented people. Host must investigate further details independently.

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After years of judging people and handling affairs, Jiang Fufeng used the recruitment System to gather all the talent in the land.

She had once boasted that nobody in the world could escape her discerning eye, yet there was one person she could never see through.

Everyone said her sickly husband wouldn't live to see the end of autumn. Yet, with his frail, ailing body, he went on to pass all three levels of the imperial examination, astonishing the world with his success.

At the time, the spirited Liu Chen smiled and asked her, "Madam, you have presided over the Ministry of Personnel for years and have extensive experience recruiting the worthy. Setting aside the way of officialdom, what standards do you use to choose a husband?"

Jiang Fufeng looked up and saw the man across from her smiling. His words seemed playful, but the sincerity and deep affection in his gaze left her momentarily dazed.

She smiled and replied, "An interviewer doesn't reveal her standards so easily."

Because you are my standard.

# I'm shipping them! #

# The frail willow leaning on the breeze is real! #

Reading Guide:

1. Marriage first, love later; one-on-one, both leads' first and only love, happy ending.

2. This is a new author's first book, so please forgive its many shortcomings. My sincere thanks to everyone.

Completed Works in the Author's Collection

A sweet historical romance about marriage first, love later: Reborn Before the General Came to Collect My Body

[Beauty Who Doesn't Realize She's Flirting vs. Cold, Abstinent Young General]

In her previous life, Qiao Shilian was the daughter of the Chancellor, a rare beauty with a face like a crabapple in the sun and skin as white as snow beneath the moon. She was also the Crown Prince's bride, personally chosen by the Emperor, showered with honors and living in incomparable splendor.

But one day, Qiao Shilian was framed and left to die. Her body was abandoned in the wilderness.

Only after becoming a wandering spirit did she learn that the person who had killed her was the close friend she had confided in, while the Crown Prince had helped fan the flames.

Abandoned by everyone, she had only Su Zhuoguang, a man she had never met, to hold her corpse with grief on his face and give her a proper burial.

Qiao Shilian was stunned. She vaguely remembered that this valiant young general, who had won countless battles, never went near women and was as cold and aloof as ice.

*

Perhaps it was fate. Qiao Shilian was reborn in the days before she became engaged to the Crown Prince. Now, if she wanted to avoid the tragedy of her previous life, the only practical option was to find someone else to marry.

At a palace banquet, recalling what she had seen in her previous life, Qiao Shilian gathered her courage as the guests were leaving and called out to Su Zhuoguang. "Young General Su, can I marry you?"

The guests were astonished by her audacity, then watched Su Zhuoguang with keen interest, eager to hear how the cold, heartless young general would respond.

Su Zhuoguang's hand paused as he held his cup. His voice was clear and cool as frost. "No. What kind of propriety is it for a woman to propose to a man?"

The entire gathering burst into laughter. Qiao Shilian was mortified and turned to leave, but a long, elegant hand reached out in front of her, blocking her way.

Su Zhuoguang's tone was cool and detached. "Where are you going?"

Qiao Shilian was baffled. "If I'm not leaving, what else do you expect me to do?"

She turned around and met Su Zhuoguang's stern gaze. What he said next left everyone gaping, and the whole hall fell silent.

"I'll come to propose tomorrow morning."

*

After marrying into the Su family, Qiao Shilian had two favorite pastimes.

First: Knowing her enemy had fallen for the Crown Prince, she brought her enemy's sworn rival and the Crown Prince together.

Second: In front of everyone, she would shamelessly flirt with her cold and distant husband, entirely within her rights.

That perpetually frozen mountain of a man barely reacted, and indulged her without limit.

Instead, the Crown Prince, who could never stop thinking of her, was consumed with jealousy, yet could only watch the pair exchange sweet nothings at every banquet.

Qiao Shilian thought this was wonderful, far better than giving her sincere love to a dog in her previous life.

But as she got caught up in these little games of manipulating people's hearts, she overplayed her hand.

At a banquet, Su Zhuoguang leaned close to her and murmured hoarsely, "A-Lian, are you only responsible for starting the fire... not putting it out?"

# After the reborn heroine proposes to the cold young general, he can't hold back! #

New Work in the Author's Collection

Sister-in-law x elder brother-in-law, a scandalous, melodramatic romance: My Late Husband's Brother and I

# A story of a powerful man who restrains himself, a gentleman driven mad, a forced possession, and finally surrendering to love. #

When Shen Yanru was young, bandits attacked her home. Her parents died in a single night, and she survived only because someone came to her rescue.

She fell gravely ill, tormented by nightmares. When she awoke, all she remembered was the night drenched in blood: she had curled up in a corner, while a lone figure stood between her and danger, sword in hand, cutting through the darkness.

Following this hazy, incomplete memory, Shen Yanru met her savior, the second young master of the Xie family. Before long, she naturally accepted his proposal.

But on their wedding day, the second young master Xie suddenly died.

The Xie family considered her ill-omened and tried to drive her out, but her husband's elder brother, Xie Rang, put a stop to it.

Afterward, Shen Yanru observed the mourning rites for her husband and lived on thin ice in the Xie household. Fortunately, Xie Rang was always there to protect her.

But Shen Yanru was terrified of him.

Whenever those eyes looked at her, their gaze was sharp and dangerous.

Until one night, in a moment of confusion, she fell into Xie Rang's burning embrace, dressed in mourning white. As she struggled helplessly, Shen Yanru instinctively called out her late husband's name.

Xie Rang held her tight in his arms, the emotions repressed in his throat burning fiercely.

"Look carefully. Who am I?"

*

After that, whenever night fell dark, Shen Yanru would watch Xie Rang walk away alone. Each time, she found herself absurdly imagining that the person in her hazy memories and Xie Rang were one and the same...

She began to wonder: Who had saved her back then, carrying her through the sea of blood?

And during the days she was recovering, when pain kept her awake at night, who had held her tightly in his arms, the warmth of his chest soothing all her fears?

No one knew that on sleepless nights beneath the moon, Xie Rang could think only of the woman he had saved, and the way she had gently tugged at his clothes amid the blood and dust.

The hero at first: My sister-in-law doesn't love me. I can't tell her.

The hero in the middle: How can my sister-in-law not love me? I love her, so I have to make her mine.

The hero at the end: Sister-in-law, open the door. It's me, your husband's brother.

Theme: Women's independence