On New Year's Eve, President Chen lay on a soft couch by the pool, replying to texts with his left hand and scattering fish food with his right. It didn't look so much like feeding fish as it did scattering rice seedlings.
Before his rebirth, he had spent every New Year's Eve just like this, with a revolving door of girls by his side.
The last girl to keep him company was Cheng Guo. The day before yesterday, at the Cloud Speed Express annual party, he had seen the little rascal again, and she had coaxed a big red envelope out of his pocket.
"BUZZ BUZZ BUZZ—!"
His phone suddenly started vibrating.
Chen Yansen glanced at the caller ID. It was Wang Zihao. Without a second thought, he casually pressed the answer key.
"Brother Sen, have you eaten yet?" Wang Zihao asked with a grin.
"The chef is prepping. We'll probably eat around eight," Chen Yansen scanned the kitchen with his Divine Sense and replied nonchalantly.
