Chapter 2298: Custom-Made Lover (33)
Chapter 2298: Chapter 2298: Custom-Made Lover (33)
To Fong Yan as a child, Xia Wa was a very important presence. She taught him many things and accompanied him for two years as he grew.
Even though Fong Yan forgot what happened earlier, he still remembers the childhood he spent with Xia Wa.
That is something he will never forget.
Chuzheng calmly looked at the girl on the tombstone.
The entire TID project never had another specimen succeed. How did she manage to succeed?
Was it specific factors or mere coincidence?
"Brother." Fong Wuye never interacted with Xia Wa, so naturally, he couldn’t understand Fong Yan’s feelings. He patted Fong Yan’s shoulder and left first to wait outside.
Chuzheng followed him out.
Fong Wuye asked curiously, "Little Cutie, do you think this can really achieve immortality using that method?"
"You want to research it?"
"I wouldn’t do such a thing. I’m just curious, only curious." Fong Wuye might as well write ’I’m a law-abiding citizen’ on his forehead.
"The more curious you are, the more you’ll want to know the results. Eventually, you’ll cross that line." Chuzheng tilted her head: "So, don’t be curious."
Fong Wuye frowned, not responding immediately.
"Little Cutie, haven’t you thought about anything else?"
"What else?"
Fong Wuye: "You’re a self-aware AI, in the cyber world you can come and go as you please, do whatever you want."
Chuzheng: "Have you ever thought about one question."
"...What?"
"I was only born into a companion robot." I don’t have such grand ambitions.
"..." So what? You’ve awakened self-awareness, does birth still matter?
"So I’m not interested in anything else."
"What are you interested in then?"
Chuzheng looked at the people coming down from the cemetery, and Fong Wuye followed her gaze, his expression a bit odd.
Can AIs have emotions?
If she’s with Fong Yan, wouldn’t that... make her Fong Yan’s dad?
Thinking about this, Fong Wuye suddenly got a bit excited: "You like my brother, huh?"
Chuzheng glanced at him without speaking.
Fong Wuye took that as confirmation, growing more and more excited.
"Let’s go back." Fong Yan had already come down, his demeanor reserved, not looking at anyone, and bent down to get in the car.
After all, they were still in the cemetery, so Fong Wuye restrained his excitement about possibly becoming a father.
On the way back, Fong Yan just stared out the car window, showing no desire for conversation.
"Hey, how did this collapse?" Fong Wuye yelled as he entered the villa.
Fong Yan’s assembled blocks had now fallen all over the floor.
"I picked up a few things." Fong Yan looked exhausted: "There’s nothing more for you to do here, you should go back now."
"But I..." Fong Wuye looked at Fong Yan, then at Chuzheng: "Alright, I’ll head back then."
Fong Wuye seemed a bit uneasy, admonishing Chuzheng as he left: "Take care of him."
"Okay."
-
Fong Yan wasn’t too despondent; once he got back, he resumed working normally, returning to his usual self.
Given the numerous recent affairs, Fong Yan’s workload had piled up like a mountain.
So he was still video conferencing late into the night.
Once Fong Yan finished the meeting, it was already past midnight. He got up to stretch his stiff body and then went to his room to clean up and sleep.
As soon as he lay down, the door made a ’click’.
Then the other side of the bed sank slightly, and the sound of rustling reached his ears.
Fong Yan turned his head to look at the person lying beside him: "What are you doing?"
"Lying down."
"...I mean, why are you here?"
"You’re here."
"..." Fong Yan took a deep breath: "Go back to your room."
"I’m not taking up space." Chuzheng lay still, sounding quite righteous: "You hugged and kissed already, what’s wrong with sleeping together?"
Fong Yan: "!!!"
Fong Yan’s brain throbbed.
Listen to what she’s saying?
But he was genuinely too tired, lacking the energy to argue with Chuzheng, so he simply turned over, facing away from her.
The next day.
Fong Yan woke up precisely at seven, a bit dazed in his freshly awakened state. Turning his head, he saw that captivating little face, instantly shaking off all drowsiness.
Fong Yan’s calm heartbeat instantly lost rhythm.
Why is she here?!
Fong Yan recollected for a moment, remembering that she had come over by herself last night, and he was too tired to send her away.
But why is he cuddling her?
Holding such a beautiful girl early in the morning, Fong Yan felt a bit overwhelmed.
Fong Yan felt a slight headache, his body hesitant to move, fearing he’d wake Chuzheng.
After calming himself down for a moment, Fong Yan carefully shifted Chuzheng’s hand off him and slowly edged off the bed.
"Where are you going?"
Fong Yan’s arm was pulled, falling back onto the bed.
"...To work."
"Oh."
The grip on him relaxed, allowing Fong Yan to exhale and quickly get up.
However, the next second he was pushed back again, a flow of golden hair brushed through his peripheral, followed by a sea of dazzling gold before his eyes.
The golden morning light slipped through the curtain cracks, softly painting the room with its glow.
The curtain moved slightly, letting even more sunshine spill into the room.
Chuzheng leaned against the bathroom door. Fong Yan was brushing his teeth. Through the mirror, he could see her, yet his gaze flickered away, avoiding eye contact with the reflection.
Fong Yan spat out the foam, his lips glowing with an unnatural pink.
Emerging from the bathroom, Fong Yan sidestepped Chuzheng as he entered the wardrobe to change.
Chuzheng didn’t follow him this time, leaving the room ahead of him.
When Fong Yan came downstairs, breakfast was already laid out on the table.
Fong Yan paused: "Did you make this?"
Since she came here, he initially didn’t let her touch the kitchen, and she hadn’t gone in ever since.
"Of course not." Chuzheng pulled out a chair for Fong Yan: "I had it delivered."
"I can do it myself." Fong Yan felt uncomfortable.
Chuzheng pressed him into the seat, coldly reminding him: "Eat quickly, or you’ll be late."
Fong Yan: "..."
Is she implying that except for the hold-down yesterday, he’d be late?
Fong Yan indeed had to rush, so he didn’t argue with Chuzheng, quickly finishing his breakfast before grabbing his things and hurrying out.
-
At Hengrun Technology.
Li Sheng had been anxious these past few days.
Especially after the incident with TID. The headlines increasingly made him uneasy.
"Handle this matter, and follow up without reporting to me. I’m not paying you to be ornaments," Li Sheng waved dismissively, signaling them not to follow him.
Li Sheng troubledly pushed open his office door.
Inside stood a towering figure, causing Li Sheng to frown: "Who are you? What are you doing here?"
Bang—
Silence fell on those outside the office, their eyes fixed on Li Sheng’s room.
After a three-second pause, someone reacted and rushed into Li Sheng’s office.
"President Li!"
"Check it out quickly!"
"President Li, what happened...?"
Li Sheng’s office was in disarray, with their President nowhere in sight.
Everyone exchanged confused glances.
What happened?
Where is their president?