Special Agent Rebirth: The Omnipotent Goddess of Quick Transmigration Chapter 1143 - 1120 The Real World [83] I am Ye Liu (4 updat

Pale, slender fingers pinched the black coat, each detail precisely exquisite.

Before even seeing the face, Guozi was shaken by the uniquely cold and commanding aura emanating from the person wrapped up tightly before him.

He had originally thought that Ye Liu avoided eting people because she was unfit to be seen, but now... These fingers, this figure, this temperant, were unmistakably that of a beauty in the making.

Guozi was so startled he couldn’t speak clearly, "God, God, God, God... God?!"

Ye Shaohua removed the hat hooked onto her head and replied indifferently with an "Mm," "Have a seat first."

Guozi, probably in his early thirties, was almost six feet tall, which didn’t quite match his reputation as an editor.

Ye Shaohua sat down, and Mu Liu, holding her coat, followed closely behind her.

Guozi was still reeling, unable to move past the fact that God Ye Liu was a woman.

The next event nearly shattered his worldview.

After Ye Shaohua settled into her seat, she first removed her sunglasses, and then she pulled down the black mask covering her face.

A face incredibly familiar and exquisitely beautiful appeared before Guozi.

"Bang!"

Guozi slid to the floor.

Ye Shaohua’s face was her passport in the Entertainnt Circle, unmatched in beauty by anyone throughout the entire industry.

Three hundred and sixty degrees without a single bad angle.

Most importantly, she was one of the rare ones who didn’t need photo retouching; her on-cara appearance was almost indistinguishable from her real-life presence.

Highly recognizable.

Even though Guozi was not a fan of Ye Shaohua, he knew that the person before him was none other than the red-hot superstar—

Ye Shaohua!

He sat on the ground, his mind buzzing.

Ye Shaohua calmly poured herself a cup of tea.

After Guozi sat on the floor for two minutes, she, leaning back in her chair with a cup of tea, propped her chin with one hand, and asked languidly, "Regained your composure yet?"

That look, that tone, no mistake about it.

Guozi nearly recalled the haughty and aloof replies he received years ago after incessantly pestering for updates over the phone—

"No extra updates."

"Not going."

"Not in the mood."

"Do you want to die?"

It was enough that Ye Liu was a woman, but damn, she also happened to be a blazing hot star.

At that mont, Guozi finally understood why God Ye Liu never held book signings.

If she really did...

The fans might just devour her.

Although he had accepted it, his tumultuous emotions refused to calm down.

Ye Shaohua poured him a cup of tea.

Guozi drank several cups before he gradually recovered.

He then looked at Ye Shaohua with a peculiar gaze.

One, a big na in literature, a shut-in, and the other, a top-grade celebrity with sky-high popularity in the Entertainnt Circle.

How could they be possibly ntioned in the sa breath?

But incredibly, these two were one and the sa person.

"The foreign language contract is here," Guozi said, pulling out a pair of agreents after five minutes, "I’ve handled so for you, the rest need your signature."

Ye Shaohua took them, flipped through casually, and signed her na.

Ye Liu watched her sign, her handwriting bold and vigorous, just like the ones he had received before.

He wiped his face expressionlessly.

He really wanted to ask, do your fans know you write novels? Know you’re Ye Liu?

Before coming, Guozi had imagined that God Ye Liu was most likely a cold and overweight shut-in.

"God, the person in charge from Xiangyang Group upstairs is still waiting for . You go over the contract, I’ll go sign an agreent." Most of the collaborations at present were between Guozi and Xiangyang Group.

Ye Shaohua nodded.

Shortly after Guozi left, Ye Shaohua received a call from the Military District Hospital.

It was the Dean on the line.

His voice hurried through the phone, "Miss Ye, Ye Li has a high fever all over, and his condition is bad!"

The Dean’s voice was hurried.

He could never have imagined that Ye Li, whose injuries were nearly healed and who was in the process of rebuilding, would be found by a nurse during the morning rounds with his entire body burning hot to the touch, not just a common fever. His temperature had reached 40 degrees Celsius.

Faced with such high temperatures, the Dean feared that the fever might cause Ye Li so serious harm.

He was the first to call Shaohua.

He thought Shaohua would be very anxious.

After all, Shaohua was quite concerned about Ye Li.

But to his surprise, when hearing his words, Shaohua responded indifferently with an "Oh," "Where is he now?"

"Dr. Nan has already rushed over and is currently conducting a full body examination on Ye Li. The high fever hasn’t subsided." The Dean, hearing Shaohua’s calm attitude, repeated, "Miss Ye, Commander Ye, his fever is at 40, it’s practically inhuman and unscientific."

He thought Shaohua hadn’t heard him clearly just now and repeated it.

"I know," this is a normal reaction for ordinary people taking potions, especially hers which are very potent, "it’s fine, tell Dr. Nan not to worry, that’s a new dicine I gave to Ye Li, a normal reaction."

The Dean was silent for a mont, "New dicine?"

Shaohua glanced outside, "We’ll talk about this when I get to the hospital. I’ll be there in about forty minutes."

The matter of the potion still needed to be discussed properly with the Dean.

After this episode, it was expected that Ye Li would no longer suffer from any side effects.

Shaohua hung up the phone but Guozi hadn’t returned yet.

She tried calling Guozi, who didn’t answer, so she decided to open the door and go upstairs to look for him.

It was Old Pan who dealt with Guozi for the Xiangyang Group, and Shaohua knew this. It didn’t seem to matter that Old Pan knew about her being God Ye Liu.

After all, Old Pan knew quite a lot of her secrets.

**

Upstairs, Su Qing and Old Pan were anxiously waiting for Guozi.

Su Qing had only reported to Xiangyang Group yesterday.

He was placed in the Internet Editorial Departnt by Old Pan and imdiately expressed his admiration for the sophistication of the departnt at Xiangyang Group.

While at the Su Family mansion, Su Min always thought he treated web editing like a ga, provoking Su Qing to beco even more dissolute.

The series of technologies at Xiangyang Group made Su Qing look at them with new eyes, wondering which big shot developed such software after asking people from the Internet Editorial Departnt several tis.

The Internet Editorial Departnt responded to Su Qing with only smiles and no words.

Which made Su Qing even more puzzled.

Today, knowing that Old Pan was going to et with God Ye Liu’s editor, Su Qing insisted on coming along.

Luckily, Old Pan knew Su Qing’s identity and didn’t hesitate to bring him along.

Failing to et God Ye Liu personally and eting his editor was just as good; Su Qing conveyed his deep admiration to Editor Guozi, "Editor Guozi, have you t the God?"

Guozi answered begrudgingly, "I have."

His tone sowhat strained.

Su Qing’s eyes lit up, "What does the God look like? How old is he?"

"Much younger than ." Guozi looked down and googled Shaohua’s age.

Twenty-two.

Ten years younger than him.

She had started writing Cangqiong of Myriad Gods five years ago.

Which ans, at seventeen.

Guozi’s face was numb.

Su Qing did not notice, instead continuing to ask about God Ye Liu’s matters, but as Guozi was absentminded, Su Qing felt so regret.

He didn’t continue inquiring.

After signing the agreent, they only stayed in the private room for another five minutes. Guozi was preoccupied with thoughts of Shaohua downstairs.

While Old Pan had his mind on the great project that was to follow, Su Qing felt a sense of disappointnt at not eting God Ye Liu and naturally rembered the matters of the Internet Editorial Departnt, his curiosity stirring again.

It was clear that the three of them didn’t want to stay any longer, as their minds were obviously elsewhere.

After saying cooperation would be a pleasure, the three t mutual agreent and went downstairs together.

A long corridor awaited them downstairs before reaching the stairwell.

The clubhouse carried a hint of ancient charm; it was only three floors high and lacked an elevator because the investors felt an elevator would disrupt the antiquity of the place, so there was just a staircase that was simple to an extre.

The three of them descended the stairs together, and at the turn on the second floor, Guozi saw a figure walking towards them with one hand holding a hat and mask, and the other hand typing on a phone.

The figure was etched in a light frost.

He paused briefly, instinctively calling out, "God?"

Su Qing and Old Pan abruptly looked up.