193: Chapter 193 This is called Yin-Yang Harmony, do you understand?

It was past seven in the morning when Song Siyi's biological clock woke her up right on time.

She sat up, propped her arms back against the mattress, and stretched her shoulders.

They had been at it until the early hours of the morning, so she hadn't slept for more than a few hours.

Although her waist felt a bit sore, she felt surprisingly energetic.

She turned her head to look beside her. Jiang Fan was still asleep, with more than half of his shoulder exposed outside the quilt.

Song Siyi habitually reached out to feel for her gold-rimmed glasses on the bedside table.

She picked them up and placed them on the bridge of her nose.

Her vision became blurry instead.

She took off the glasses, rubbed her eyes, and looked at the digital alarm clock on the bedside table.

7:12.

The edges of every number could be seen clearly.

Song Siyi was stunned.

She had been nearsighted for years, and her prescription had been steadily increasing; when she went for an eye exam last month, the doctor even told her to change her lenses.

Now that she had taken off her glasses, it was actually clearer than when she was wearing them?

It wasn't just her eyes; the usual acidic feeling in her stomach when waking up in the morning was gone too, replaced by a warm and comfortable sensation.

She didn't think too much about it, threw off the quilt, got out of bed, stepped onto the floor barefoot, and walked into the bathroom to wash up.

She pressed the switch, and the incandescent light turned on.

Song Siyi leaned forward, looking at the face in the mirror.

The hand she was using to reach for her toothbrush stopped.

Her skin was fair with a rosy tint, and her pores were so fine they were invisible.

The dark circles under her eyes, caused by frequent late nights, had completely vanished.

She extended her index finger and poked her cheek.

It was bouncy and even smoother than before.

She turned on the faucet, cupped cold water to splash on her face, wiped it dry with a towel, and looked in the mirror again.

Nothing had changed; it was still that face with an absurdly good complexion.

Song Siyi threw the towel onto the rack, turned around, and ran back to the bedroom.

Jiang Fan was still asleep.

"Jiang Fan!"

Song Siyi lunged to the bedside, pushed his shoulders with both hands, and shook him vigorously.

"Get up."

Jiang Fan opened his eyes, his gaze landing on her face.

"What's wrong?"

"Look at my face," Song Siyi said, pointing to her cheeks, "and my eyes—I can see clearly without wearing glasses. My stomach doesn't hurt anymore either. What on earth is going on?"

Jiang Fan looked at her.

The system's repair function had taken effect; nearsightedness, stomach issues, insomnia—these minor ailments were nothing to the system.

He sat up, propping himself up with one hand on the mattress, and leaned against the headboard.

"What's there to make such a fuss about?"

"This isn't scientific." Song Siyi stood by the bed, hands on her hips.

The hem of her silk pajamas only reached the middle of her thighs, but she was completely oblivious.

"What's unscientific about it?" Jiang Fan's gaze slid down from her face. "It must be because you were nourished by me last night. Yin and Yang harmonization, do you understand?"

Song Siyi's face flushed red instantly.

She raised her hand and punched Jiang Fan on the shoulder.

"When did you learn to be so improper!"

Jiang Fan didn't dodge; instead, he seized the opportunity to grab her wrist and pulled her down hard.

Song Siyi lost her balance and fell onto the bed.

She struggled for a moment, pressing her hands against his chest.

"Stop it—I still have to go to the company—"

"Didn't you say your stomach wasn't feeling well?" Jiang Fan pinched her chin, his thumb brushing over her lower lip. "If you want to completely cure your stomach issues, you have to do it my way."

He didn't give Song Siyi a chance to retort, pressing his palm against the back of her head and pushing down.

Song Siyi was forced to lower her head, her hands resting on Jiang Fan's thighs.

She looked up at him, her eyes rimmed with red.

"Jiang Fan... you little bastard... woo..."

The rest of her sentence was blocked.

The shoulder strap of her silk pajamas slid down to her arm, hanging at her elbow.

Thirty minutes later.

Jiang Fan reached out and pulled her up.

Song Siyi lay against his chest, panting heavily, her lips even redder than before.

She wiped the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand.

"Where did you learn all this..."

Jiang Fan didn't answer; his hand slid down her back.

His fingers unbuttoned her pajamas.

The pajamas opened, and Song Siyi's fingers gripped the bedsheets tightly.

The wooden bed made a rhythmic sound.

Jiang Fan lowered his head and bit her earlobe.

"Call me husband."

Song Siyi turned her head away, ignoring him.

She bit her own index finger, not making a sound.

Jiang Fan increased his speed.

After a while.

"Husband..."

The voice was very soft, barely audible.

"Louder."

"...Husband."

— —

Another hour passed.

Jiang Fan leaned against the headboard, looking at the virtual panel in front of him.

[Lifespan Value obtained: 600 points. Deep communication × 2]

Song Siyi was wrapped in the quilt, her back turned to him.

The piece of her neck exposed was covered in red marks.

— —

Nine o'clock.

Song Siyi stood in front of the wardrobe getting dressed.

A slim-fit black blazer with a white undershirt inside.

The pants were black straight-leg trousers, and she wore a pair of black high heels.

She walked to the vanity table and picked up the gold-rimmed glasses on the table.

She looked at them in her hand for a moment, then put them back down.

Starting today, she didn't need this thing anymore.

She tied her hair into a low ponytail, grabbed her bag, and walked out of the bedroom.

Jiang Fan was already dressed and sitting on the living room sofa, flipping through a book from her bookshelf.

"I'm going to submit my resignation today. But resignation isn't something you can just walk away from immediately; I have several contracts for top-tier authors to hand over. Also, even if you publish a physical book, you have to wait until the online serialization is finished."

Jiang Fan nodded.

"I'll try my best to finish it this month."

Song Siyi picked up a piece of toast from the dining table and took a bite.

"There are a lot of procedures to run for the new company. Business registration, tax registration, publication qualification review—the whole process will take at least half a month at the fastest." She looked at Jiang Fan, "How are we going to control the online public opinion during these two weeks?"

"No need to control it. Let them jump around for a few days first."

Song Siyi bit her toast and thought for a few seconds.

From a marketing perspective, the logic was sound. The more something was banned or criticized, the more curious people became.

Every time Vice Chairman Liu Qingshan posted an article denouncing them, he was effectively giving them free advertising.

The premise was that the quality of the book could truly withstand public scrutiny.

"You don't need to worry about that. For the company registration, I'll have Li Cheng go handle it first." Jiang Fan stood up, "You just focus on handing over your work; no need to rush."

Song Siyi finished the last bite of toast.

She grabbed her bag, opened the door, and Song Siyi first dropped Jiang Fan off downstairs at his company.

When Jiang Fan arrived at the company, he called Li Cheng into his office.

"Help me register a cultural company. The name is 'Qitian Culture'."

Jiang Fan tapped on the desk.

"List Song Siyi as the legal representative. I'll hold 70% of the shares, and she'll hold 30%."

Li Cheng stood there, stunned for a moment.

"Brother Fan, is Song Siyi that... Chief Editor Song from Zhongdian Literature?"

"Yes."

Li Cheng swallowed his saliva.

Yesterday she was the high-and-mighty Chief Editor, and today she became the legal representative of the boss's new company?

Jiang Fan's poaching skills were simply unfathomable.

He didn't dare ask more, quickly lowering his head to make a note.

"Understood, I'll go handle it right away."

Li Cheng turned and retreated out, closing the door tightly behind him.

The office became quiet.

Jiang Fan opened his computer, the Word document lit up, and the cursor blinked.

He stretched his wrists and placed his fingers on the keyboard.

At a speed of 50,000 words per day, he could definitely finish it within half a month.

By the day this book was finished, whether it was Vice Chairman Liu Qingshan or Qishi Chinese Network, they would all have to shut up.