Chapter 2 (1/2)
Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation
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Half an hour later…
Xiang Yi finally realized who this feather duster—oh no, this man with colorful hair—was. Turns out, it was her manager, Ah Nan.
A year ago, she had been in a car accident. When she woke up, she was bound to a system just like the ones mentioned in various web novels, and thus began her fast time-traveling career.
Today was the day she concluded her missions, and the day she returned to earth.
But contrary to Xiang Yi’s expectations, her body had been not in a vegetative state or in a state of coma… Instead, it had been inhabited by someone else for a year.
Standing in front of the full-length mirror, the girl in front of her appeared to be overly skinny, dressed in a sweet girl group style crop top and a red checkered skirt, revealing a pair of pin-straight legs and a fair, slender waist.
Her hair was tied up into pigtails and adorned with numerous tacky bows, hair clips, and barrettes that were currently trendy on the internet.
The countless time-traveling experiences through different worlds made it easy for Xiang Yi to quickly adapt, but facing this person with a head full of hair clips, she showed a dazed expression, a very rare occurrence in her lifetime.
After she took out a barrette, her face crinkled with pain.
“Uwuuu…” Ah Nan was still clutching a tissue box as he cried. “My sweet dear, you’ve lost your memory! What are we going to do?”
Xiang Yi pointed at her hair clip and said, “Help me take these out, thanks.”
Ah Nan followed the order. His hands were nimble, and his actions were swift and light.
He didn’t realize how much of a bully Xiang Yi had previously been, bullying the weak and fearing the strong. In front of her bosses, she was a coward; but in front of her driver and her maid, she was beyond arrogant.
Before, he would only listen to her out of habit; but now, he couldn’t help but truly surrender.
Xiang Yi asked, “How much will it cost to cancel the contract I signed?”
Ah Nan continued to cry as he took out the hair clips; he was a multitasking master. “My sweet girl, if you end the contract, you’ll owe them one billion dollars! My poor, poor girl waahh…”