The Darling of Heaven Owns a Rip-off Shop

After graduation, Zhang Mengfei successfully joined a publicly listed company, starting her new life.

Han Ting and Huang Shiyuan, along with Tianmiao, did not contact her again.

She wanted to thank Tianmiao, but Tianmiao did not leave her any contact information.

The last time she saw Tianmiao was on television.

Tianmiao and Chen Jinglou from the Blue Sky Group were cutting the ribbon for a museum.

Everything in that museum was donated by Chen Jinglou, including a bowl used by the Emperor of Fortune and paintings by the Emperor of Fortune.

After that, she never saw Tianmiao again.

The last time she saw Han Ting and Huang Shiyuan was in a tourist city abroad. She was on her honeymoon with her beloved, and saw Han Ting and Huang Shiyuan from afar, eating ice cream cones and joyfully chatting. It seemed they were video chatting with someone, livestreaming their travel experiences. They were probably video chatting with Tianmiao. Only in front of Tianmiao would they be so joyful.

Zhang Mengfei did not approach them; she merely glanced at them from a distance.

At that moment, Zhang Mengfei suddenly remembered the scene of the four of them dining together at Tianmiao’s cousin’s snack shop.

It was the first and last time the four of them had dined together, and it was the only time.

Back then, she was truly happy.

Why did she act foolishly later on?

If, if she hadn’t...

Forget it, life does not have ’if’.

Thank you, Tianmiao, for changing her life.

What she should do is cherish what she has now; that’s his best answer to Tianmiao.

The last thing Tianmiao asked her was.

Do you want your life to be lived in black or white?

...

Heavenly Dao Office.

After registering with Chen Jinglou, Tianmiao helped him familiarize himself with the entire process, collected all the magic tools that belonged to him, and prepared him to start the task.

”Mother, is this bound to my soul?” Chen Jinglou pointed at his palm, and in the next moment, a sphere floated above his palm. With a thought, a light display appeared on the sphere with text descriptions. Chen Jinglou reached out to swipe the text on the screen.

”Yes, as long as you’re thinking about it, you can operate it. You can name this magic treasure yourself; it’s a tool that connects to the Heavenly Mechanism Pavilion’s data within the Heavenly Dao Office. I named mine the Heavenly Mechanism Memo; you can name yours the Heavenly Mechanism Little Ball.” Tianmiao didn’t want to give Chen Jinglou examples of those bizarre names, such as Little Machine, or Heavenly Mechanism Egg... Simply unbearable to look at. She didn’t want to teach her son wrong.

”The shape changes according to the depths of one’s thoughts? I initially thought of a system sphere, and it came out as a sphere.” Chen Jinglou curiously glanced at the notebook-like thing in Tianmiao’s hand and speculated.

”Yes.” Tianmiao nodded, ”Also, the teleporting tool is also bound to your soul. You can operate it with your mind. Your employee ID is bound as well; others cannot seize it.”

”Got it.” Chen Jinglou nodded, saying excitedly, ”Mother, let’s start the task then.” He was somewhat eager to start the task.

”Alright.” Tianmiao nodded too, ”Follow the instructions and teleport first. I’ll appear shortly.”

Chen Jinglou agreed, then activated the teleporter. After a dizzy spell, he arrived at a strange place.

This seemed to be the edge of a forest, with blue skies, white clouds, green trees, and grass, and behind him was a wide road.

Chen Jinglou stretched out his hand, squeezed his fingers, and hmm, it seemed he was still in his original body.

”Royal child.” At this moment, a childish voice suddenly came from behind.

Chen Jinglou’s body stiffened, and his mood became very complicated.

Could it be that Mother is becoming smaller?

(Take the foolish son to complete a task; the next story will be very short, then transition to another world.)