My System Forces Me to Live off Women

Chapter 314 - 262: The Trinity of Newcomers? (Part 2)

The other party suddenly pulled the topic into such a mysterious, unfathomable realm. Li Peifeng wasn’t surprised, thought for two seconds, and expressed what seemed to be opposing opinions;

"I can’t judge humanity as a whole, but I believe, from the perspective of the individual, there are no contradictions or conflicts within human nature. True contradictions and conflicts exist outside of human nature, like some factors evolved from a person’s natural and social attributes. If you’re worried about how others perceive you and seek affirmation from outside yourself, then you become enslaved by others, by society."

"But if you don’t need external validation, don’t care about others’ judgments, and become your own master, then naturally there won’t be any contradictions, and it’s irrelevant to talk about being controlled by emotions."

He Yimeng nodded knowingly: "You’ve really grown a lot. To use my boss’s catchphrase... Kid, you’ve awakened! What you said makes so much sense. Not caring about others’ opinions and being yourself?! Amazing! Many people live their whole lives without understanding this truth."

Immediately after, He Yimeng’s tone slightly paused, her smile playful: "But if you don’t care about others’ eyes, what happens if your actions hurt those around you?"

Li Peifeng’s expression froze for a moment, then he said sincerely: "Then naturally, the law will adjudicate me, and I’ll do my best to compensate, to save, and to comfort the other’s wounds!"

He Yimeng stared at him, letting out a mocking chuckle but said nothing.

Li Peifeng didn’t retreat, stared back!

Today, He Yimeng’s voluminous silver hair was pulled into a high ponytail, making her look crisp and capable. That almond-shaped face was as snowy as frost, appearing even whiter under the silver hair; her black-blue pupils formed a stark contrast, as if they’re hiding a clear spring that can even reflect the beholder; the beautiful, deep lying silkworms under her eyes made her nose and mouth more pronounced.

Humph, wicked woman! Did she especially put on makeup to attract investment?!

Li Peifeng withdrew his gaze, not daring to look anymore, fearing to harbor wicked thoughts.

It’s not that Mr. Li couldn’t resist temptation, but rather, He Yimeng is not only beautiful in appearance, her temperament is also unique.

This might be thanks to her frequent lectures at the emotional research club, or because of the specific traits of being a psychological counselor.

In short, He Yimeng has a kind of serene, elegant and unique charm, approachable in work, extremely personable, yet daily giving Li Peifeng a sense of being captivated, feeling self-conscious, and not daring to desecrate it.

But in bed, that cold elegance and charm have a soul-stirring trait...

Oh my, can’t continue imagining further!!

Li Peifeng silently apologized to himself a few times, picked up a few beautifully marbled slices of snowflake beef, and put them into the bubbling beef butter hotpot, planning to focus on eating meat.

But besides the aroma of sauce and hotpot lingering around his nose, there was also the faint fragrance from He Yimeng.

Sensitive sense of smell, turn off!

"That face of yours..."

He Yimeng didn’t retract her gaze, kept staring at him, muttered as if talking to herself: "How do I feel you’re looking less and less human?"

"Why on earth are you scolding me?!" Li Peifeng scorned: "If you can’t compliment, then shut up, quietly praise me with your eyes, I can understand that too."

"The voice has gotten quite a bit better too."

He Yimeng was still immersed in her own world, straining: "But this kind of voice also sounds like something no human can make..."

Am I that perceptive? Sitting together for a meal and she concludes I’m not human?

Li Peifeng anxiously shut his mouth, after all, he also doubted whether he was still human due to system transformation.

Actually, it’s just blissful worry, who wouldn’t want to become a charmingly perfect aphrodisiac in human form?

He Yimeng silently picked up a piece of meat, just about to eat, but said: "Yesterday I scrolled through your TikTok; your singing level has improved quite a lot, huh?"

"Just so-so."

"Now you have a million followers on TikTok, right? Has anyone invited you to shoot commercials?"

"A few, but I didn’t take them."

Li Peifeng said casually: "I haven’t really managed my account well, mainly because I lack time now, and my video account is just to drive traffic to my novel."

"You understand my character, I’m someone who is quite introverted, don’t want to become an internet celebrity, my biggest wish is writing."

He Yimeng didn’t criticize his shameless remarks, instead expressing agreement with a sound: "The logic is self-consistent. If you don’t care about others’ gaze, naturally fame doesn’t matter either."

Then she asked: "What about Wu Wenyue? I see she’s taken quite a few commercials, is your studio earning well?"

"It’s okay, making money."

"How much has it made since the founding? Give me specific numbers."

Li Peifeng originally didn’t want to disclose, but since He Yimeng was asking seriously, he replied truthfully, then added a puzzled line: "Why ask? Got ideas?"

"I do indeed."

He Yimeng’s gaze shifted to the file bag, smiling: "Actually, earlier I didn’t let you sign the contract because I have a second collaboration option, which is linking the keywords psychological counseling with short video, live streaming."

Li Peifeng frowned slightly: "What do you mean?"

He Yimeng sighed: "To be honest, even though you have confidence in me, I don’t have much confidence myself. The psychological counseling industry is inherently not a money-making sector, it doesn’t hold future prospects. If you really invest a hundred thousand in a psychological counseling studio, I can’t promise to return your investment within three years."

"It’s not about my capability, but rather the industry’s issue, its profit ceiling is quite low. Those top counselors nationwide, by that I mean the industry’s ceiling, a few big professors, including my boss—if not doing teaching, solely relying on counseling, earning a million a month is simply a fantasy."