After a busy afternoon, a rough prototype emerged.

It was an Empress Cultivation Plan, but unlike other cultivation plans, the character's final destinations were simply too numerous.

Being granted death, being sent off for a political marriage, eloping with the Eighth Prince, eloping with a bodyguard, starting her own business to become a real estate magnate—compared to so many side quests, becoming an empress didn't seem that interesting anymore.

The fun of this game lay in triggering more and more new destinations.

Many players initially expressed their desire to elope with the handsome Eighth Prince, but after playing three times, they either ended up as a deposed crown prince who became a self-proclaimed king, or as a female general fighting on the battlefield.

Qu Zhaojia wearily rubbed his eyes; he had already completed most of the creation.

As for the story background, character panels, story props, and countless side quests, those would require the concerted effort of other departments.

He was confident that if this game was made, it would definitely bring profit to the company.

He planned to jump ship once he earned enough money, but he still had to stay for a few more months.

Qu Zhaojia thought for a moment and decided to talk to the Little Boss about employee benefits.

To create the Empress Cultivation Plan, Qu Zhaojia had been practically living and eating at the company during this period.

His colleagues around him had never seen him work so hard.

In everyone's impression, Qu Zhaojia was just someone who only knew how to flatter the boss and had an empty head.

They were convinced he was just messing around, but to their surprise, at the morning meeting, he gave everyone a huge shock.

The revised version of the Empress Cultivation Plan.

This was a game that had been abandoned midway before, easily given up due to the difficulty of its production.

Now, Qu Zhaojia picked it up again, and after revisions and rewrites, it actually looked quite promising.

The Little Boss was eating soy milk and fried dough sticks, listening to Qu Zhaojia's elaborate introduction, so engrossed that he didn't even notice the soy milk dripping onto his collar.

He widened his eyes, never expecting such a person to be hidden within his company.

Taking a closer look, wasn't this the Flattery Guy?

His impression of Qu Zhaojia was generally neutral; he was a rich second-generation heir, not an idiot, and had a clear understanding of himself.

All those fancy flatteries usually missed the mark.

If it weren't for the fact that he was a highly educated talent and hadn't made any major work errors, he would have fired him long ago.

"Little Boss, let me take over the R&D department.

Give me three months, and I guarantee our company's revenue will double," Qu Zhaojia said, his eyes sharp.

He had just convinced everyone with his plan; no one thought he was boasting.

Everyone felt that this man could truly achieve it.

"Good!"

The Little Boss slapped his thigh.

"It's all up to you!"

He felt a surge of excitement, as if he was about to achieve something great, and even promised to give him a big personal bonus once the game was finished.

"No need for a big bonus," Qu Zhaojia said, "I have something I need to do right now."

He asked the Little Boss for leave, and when he left the company, Lin Yichan was already waiting for him at the entrance.

They had confirmed their relationship in such an awkward situation, becoming boyfriend and girlfriend not long ago, but Qu Zhaojia had been busy with work, and they hadn't even had a proper date.

Just last night, the sensitive Lin Yichan suggested that perhaps they should break up.

Qu Zhaojia, who was working overtime, almost forgot to save his document and quickly asked why.

Lin Yichan replied that she felt a forced relationship wouldn't be sweet, and she understood the situation at the time: Qu Zhaojia had made that impulsive decision to avoid losing face.

Now that he had come to his senses, he must surely regret it.

Otherwise, why would he use working overtime as an excuse to avoid seeing her?

Ultimately, it was just her wishful thinking.

Qu Zhaojia grew anxious; he was inherently someone who forgot everything when he got busy with work.

If he wasn't like that, he wouldn't have been cheated on by his ex-girlfriend.

Work was important, but compared to his wife running off, it was simply not worth mentioning!

He decisively asked the Little Boss for leave, clearing his afternoon to go on a date with Lin Yichan.

Last night's phone call was just an impulse, but seeing Qu Zhaojia again tonight, Lin Yichan felt extremely embarrassed.

Seeing his somewhat pale face and the noticeable stubble on his chin, it seemed he had worked many overtime hours and hadn't had time to groom himself.

Lin Yichan's face flushed; was she being unreasonable?

She felt uneasy, thinking she was useless and always causing trouble for others.

Lin Yichan's expressions were unpredictable, truly writing all her emotions on her face, and her vexed look made him unable to resist reaching out to stroke the top of her head.

"What are you thinking?"

"Nothing."

Lin Yichan lightly bit her lower lip, as if she had made a decision, "Why don't you come to my family's company? If you go to my family's company, you won't have to work so hard."

"How can any job not be hard? This is nothing."

Qu Zhaojia found it amusing.

Lin Yichan herself was diligently working at another company, yet she was afraid he was tired and wanted him to work at her family's company.

The original body's owner indeed went there initially; he thought that since he was with Lin Yichan, it was a waste not to use the family's resources.

After he went to the company, he thought he could issue commands like a top executive, but he soon found out that the Lin family had only arranged a grassroots position for him.

Not only was the pay low and the work plentiful, but many people also subtly and openly mocked him as a toy boy.

Lin Yichan's father wanted to test him, but he couldn't even do the simplest tasks, complaining all day, and needing Lin Yichan to mediate.

Such performance further failed to satisfy Lin Yichan's father.

But he was different; Qu Zhaojia had no intention of going to the Lin family's company at all.

His specialty was making games, and the Lin family ran a chain of hotels; he had no experience whatsoever.

"I just don't want you to be too tired."

"It's okay.

I'll work a bit harder and earn money to buy you pretty dresses," Qu Zhaojia looked around.

"Where's your car? Why aren't you driving today?"

Lin Yichan widened her eyes, "I took the bus."

"You usually drive, don't you? Why the bus today?"

Lin Yichan lowered her head and didn't speak.

Qu Zhaojia then remembered that the original body's owner seemed to have said he hated people who flaunted their wealth.

What was so great about driving a car worth over a million? It was all their parents' hard-earned money, not their own.

Such a sour remark.

Lin Yichan had heard his words and didn't dare to drive out today, worried about leaving a bad impression on her boyfriend on their first date.

"Actually, what I said before was a bit off."

"What?" Lin Yichan looked up.

"Your father didn't earn his money through sweat and toil; I'm the one who does."

He was the humble corporate slave who earned money through sweat and toil.

He had to work hard and put in overtime to have money to buy his girlfriend pretty dresses.

Hearing the self-deprecation in Qu Zhaojia's words, Lin Yichan couldn't help but laugh.