Starting with "Anhe Bridge," Even the Stray Dogs Wept
Chen Fang, the billionaire owner of an entertainment company, found himself transported to a whole new world. Since he was already here, making money was a must! Yet, for reasons unknown, as he pursue
May 28th, 2022.
Huaguo.
Ten o’clock in the morning.
Inside a rented room.
Chen Fang lay sprawled on the bed, his head threatening to split open. He tried to open his eyes, but a wave of dizziness rendered his eyelids unbearably heavy, a wave of nausea roiling in his gut.
“Yuhui?”
He forced the words out, voice thick with pain.
No answer.
Chen Fang shook his head, waiting for the agony to subside. After a long while, the pain eased a little. “I’ve been hungover before, but why is it so much worse this time?”
He lay still for a long moment before finally managing to crack his eyes open.
And then he froze.
What was going on?
He should have been in a hotel, shouldn’t he?
But this pitifully small room, with its webbed corners and mold-stained walls—where on earth was he?
“Yuhui!”
He called out again, frowning.
He struggled to recall the events of the previous night.
There had been an entertainment gala. His company’s rising star, Yuhui, had swept three newcomer awards. As her boss and chairman, Chen Fang had naturally joined the celebration. The girl had been so understanding—after the festivities, she’d simply curled up in his arms and fallen asleep.
He was no stranger to such dealings.
After some in-depth, meaningful conversation, his consciousness had faded away. He remembered nothing after that.
...
Just then, a cold, mechanical voice echoed in his mind.
[Ding!]
[Detected host’s emotional fluctuation. System activating.]
[Activati