Come on, What Kind of Golden Finger Do You Want?

Sunny little fairy (Wan Xiangyu) X beautiful, strong, tragic human (Lin Feng)

A little deity's rags-to-riches story, an unconventional episodic novel with a strong central plot.

In 2023, even Heaven is laying people off.

To keep her position, the little deity Wan Xiangyu plans to find a rich person who can build her a temple and offer incense. With the incense offerings to earn her income, she won't have to worry about getting laid off.

But the top gods have snapped up all the rich people, and the only one she finds by the roadside is Lin Feng, a penniless wreck so miserable he's about to jump into the river.

On a bustling, crowded street,

Lin Feng stood alone at the bridge's edge. Beneath his wildly blowing hair, his face was pale, like a snowman left out in the rain at night. He had already collapsed inside, leaving only a shell sealed in ice. One gust of wind, and it would shatter.

Without the slightest hesitation, he leaped from the bridge.

Wan Xiangyu saw someone in trouble and pulled him out.

Well, being poor wasn't a dealbreaker. He looked so fragile and obedient. Maybe he'd be the perfect person to build her temple.

“I'll help you get rich overnight and reach the peak of your life. So, what kind of golden finger do you want?”

In her plan, Lin Feng would soon become rich, then gratefully build her a temple and help her meet her KPI.

But instead, he transcended dimensions and became more and more unpredictable.

When the pursuing heavenly general caught up with them, Lin Feng flicked a finger and killed him.

He tilted his head and gave Wan Xiangyu a faint smile. “A position in Heaven is boring. I'll just take Heaven by force and make you the boss. So, what kind of golden finger do you want?”

Wan Xiangyu: ???? The person I gave a golden finger to as part of my poverty-relief program is now helping me out instead. What do I do? Asking online, and it's urgent.

Tips:

The female lead is the strongest fighter, but she's powerful and totally unmotivated.

The male lead is a beautiful, strong, tragic, loyal puppy, a delicate beauty with a gentle, sensitive nature.

The gods appearing in the story are based on figures from Eastern and Western mythology, but modernized. The author's personal lore is extensive.

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Straightforward, domineering female employee X refined, mature male boss

Marriage first, love later / everyday food / office romance

To fend off her parents' pressure to marry, Zhang Qianyu hired an actor to pretend to be her boyfriend.

Only after they met did she realize the actor was her boss.

Her boss took his acting job seriously, and his performance was so good that he won the unanimous approval of Zhang Qianyu's whole family.

Except...

The actor seemed to have “gotten too deep into character.” After meeting her parents, he actually proposed to her.

At first, Zhang Qianyu refused.

But when he said, “You can grow vegetables in my garden. Plant whatever you like,” she hesitated.

Zhang Qianyu didn't have any other hobbies. She just loved growing vegetables and tinkering around with tasty food. She thought of the weak, listless seedlings in the foam boxes on her balcony, then of the fertile garden at her boss's villa, and finally agreed.

Before this, Zhang Qianyu was a junior employee, while Qiao Yi was the group's president. They only ever got a chance to see each other at the group's annual party.

Zhang Qianyu's first impression of Qiao Yi was: handsome, but a little arrogant.

He had every right to be arrogant, though. Before turning thirty, he'd founded the largest domestic 4A advertising agency. Thanks to his outstanding marketing skills, he'd won countless awards at home and abroad. The brands he worked with were technically the clients, yet they acted more like vendors whenever they were around him.

Zhang Qianyu knew Qiao Yi only wanted a wife in name, and she was happy to enjoy the peace and quiet. After turning the large garden into a “little farm,” she focused on her own little patch of land as soon as she got off work.

They lived more like roommates, going days without saying a word to each other.

Until one day, Qiao Yi blocked her at the kitchen door and asked, “What am I to you?”

“A landlord?”

“...” Qiao Yi's eyebrow twitched. “Even landlords collect rent every year.”

Zhang Qianyu didn't understand.

Qiao Yi pointed at the food she was about to take to her room and slowly asked, “Could you have dinner with me?”

Thesis: Fly toward your mountain like a bird