After Being Reborn, Mr. Lu Became My White Moonlight

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A hero whose carefully crafted image keeps falling apart VS a heroine who's reborn and sweet on the outside, scheming within

Lu Yinzhi, who rules the business world, has an exceptionally high IQ and EQ, but his carefully crafted image is falling apart.

The CEO, who lives for work, has recently started making a prompt getaway at three every afternoon.

One day, he lost track of time. After three, he rushed to turn on the TV, only to discover the internet was down.

He picked up the phone and called the secretary's office: “Get everyone from the equipment and IT departments to my office, now!”

Secretary: “?? Has the sky fallen?”

A few minutes later, the CEO's office was packed. He said, “Fix my TV within two minutes.”

The secretary looked proud. “No need for two minutes, sir. Two seconds will do.” He leisurely plugged in the internet cable...

With the connection restored, the CEO crossed his legs and happily watched a mindless romance drama.

Turns out the annoying Number Five supporting girl was his little sweetheart.

*

Secretary: “Sir, the logistics department says your car keeps getting caught by a traffic camera in the same place.”

The CEO sighed. “That corner is closest to her home. It's easy to park there, and if I want to do something in the car, people are less likely to see us.”

Secretary: “?? There's a camera right overhead. How is that hard to spot?”

And how did he rack up fifty or sixty tickets in just ten days? What the hell?

*

The CEO signed up for a dating class, copied another student's pickup lines word for word, and sent one to his little sweetheart: “I'll watch the stars with you tonight and catch three hundred fireflies for you.”

The secretary reminded him, “It's snowing outside. There are no stars, and fireflies haven't hatched yet.”

Looking at the message he could no longer unsend, the CEO was full of regret. “What a shame. I should've saved that message to send next summer.”

Secretary: “Um...”