Zhao Min was trying to focus on his new job. He was seated at a small, elegant desk just outside Han Yue's immense office. He was overwhelmed by the sheer difference between this environment and his old repair shop. Everything here—the silence, the polished chrome, the sense of endless wealth—felt too sharp, too alien.
He was officially the Special Administrative Consultant, a title Han Yue had created only hours ago. He was supposed to be learning the company's filing system, but he kept drifting off, replaying the cold finality of Li Mei's face.
Suddenly, his cheap smartphone vibrated. It was a text from Li Mei.
He snatched the phone up, his heart pounding a nervous rhythm against his ribs.
"Min. I am so sorry for everything I said. My life is ruined. I was kicked out of the penthouse, fired, and I have nothing. I have nowhere to sleep tonight. I just keep thinking... if I hadn't left you... Please, I need help. You're the only person who ever truly cared about me."
The guilt was immediate and suffocating. All the pain of his betrayal vanished, replaced by an urgent, protective instinct. He saw Li Mei not as a traitor, but as a terrified, defenseless woman. She is unlucky, just like she said I was, he thought. But I caused this stress by letting her go.
He started to rise, his mind already formulating a plan to go to her, to offer his help, to put her safety before his new job.
"And where are you going, Mr. Zhao?" a sharp voice cut through his panic.
Han Yue was standing in the doorway, her arms crossed. Her eyes, usually focused on financial projections, were now focused entirely on him. She had been observing him from her office and had seen the subtle, immediate shift in his posture the moment his phone vibrated.
Zhao Min felt caught. "Ms. Han, I—my ex-girlfriend. She's in serious trouble. I have to go to her."
Han Yue walked slowly over to his desk, her presence radiating power. "She's in trouble? The woman who rejected your entire life for a wealthier man? And you feel obligated to risk your new stability for her?"
"She has nowhere else to go!" Zhao Min insisted, struggling against the guilt. "I know she was wrong, but she's a good person. I can't just leave her to the street."
Han Yue leaned down, her voice low and pragmatic. "You are an excellent man, Mr. Zhao, but you are naive. That woman saw you as a burden and left. Now that her plan has failed, she sees you as a safety net. If you leave now, you risk everything you and I are trying to build. You risk my company, which I fought for, and the stability you finally earned."
Her words were harsh, but he heard the truth in them. His heart wanted to rush out; his mind, guided by Han Yue's logic, knew he couldn't afford to lose this chance.
He settled back in his chair, a defeated sigh escaping him. "What should I do, then?"
"You stay here," Han Yue commanded. "You secure your future. You do not risk this luck."
She was right. He couldn't go, but he had to help. He opened his banking app, the one with his meager remaining cash—the money he had just gotten from his last paycheck at the repair shop. It wasn't much, but it was enough for a few nights in a cheap room and some food.
He quickly transferred the money to Li Mei's account, along with a short text message.
"Li Mei, I can't leave. But please take this. It's not much, but it's enough to keep you safe for a few days. Please, use it to get a room and a meal. Be safe."
Miles away, sitting shivering in her miserable motel room, Li Mei felt the familiar Small Enjoyment. The money landed in her account. It wasn't the millions she wanted, but it was survival.
[Good Luck Conduction System]
Target: Li Mei. Affection Level adjusted to +5 (Pity/Guilt Secured).
LUCK STATUS: Muted. Immediate existential threat neutralized.
She smiled—a brief, cold triumph. His kindness was still a button she could push. He hadn't abandoned her. She immediately texted back, carefully pouring on the gratitude. "Thank you, Min. You saved my life. You truly are the kindest man alive."
Zhao Min read the text and felt a small, painful wave of relief. He had helped her without risking his job.
Han Yue watched him pocket his phone. She saw the relief but also the lingering tension. She knew the ex-girlfriend was a subtle, persistent poison. She needed to make Zhao Min too valuable, too secure, and too legally bound to ever risk leaving.
"Mr. Zhao," Han Yue said, placing a hand on his shoulder—a gesture of ownership more than comfort. "I am doubling your salary immediately, starting today. And I am revising your contract."
She slid a sleek, single-page document across the desk.
"You are now officially a Senior Administrative Partner. This contract guarantees you a high five-figure salary, stock options, and a housing allowance. Your job is to be within a ten-foot radius of my decision-making process at all times. In exchange," she said, tapping the contract, "you agree that your time is the property of Nova Consulting for the next five years."
Zhao Min stared at the figures. It was a massive, life-changing amount of money—the kind of security Li Mei had left him for. He was no longer broke.
He looked up at Han Yue. "Ms. Han, I... I don't know what to say. I haven't even done anything yet."
"You have," Han Yue said, a hint of genuine warmth entering her eyes as her luck solidified further. "You have changed everything. Sign it, Mr. Zhao. Secure your future. It's the only way to help people, anyway."
Zhao Min picked up the pen. He signed the contract, his signature shaky but resolute. He was no longer just the handsome, broke repairman. He was an incredibly valuable, high-paid asset, completely tethered to the CEO who understood the secret value of his kind heart.
Han Yue smiled, a cold but victorious smile. The Luck Conduit was secured. Now, she just had to ensure no one—especially his tearful ex—ever got close enough to steal his light.