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Ming An Ling owns a famous pastry shop called Ling Ting which sells many type of pastries and desserts. However beneath this identity, she is a informative broker, Ling who sells and collect information with huge network.
Many people seeks to work with her yet all she wants is to be a salted fish.

Enter male lead, Zhang Zhiyang, brother's best friend who has a deep background.

One day she accidentally exposed her face and the Male lead: "Hmm....aren't you a pastry brand owner? First a famous pastry shop owner, next a friend of a top hacker, I wonder what's the next surprise?" 
"Nonsense, I'm just a salted fish. Hahaha..."

Bigshot that owns a pastry shop

"Dad! Mom! Where are you? I'm scared...." A little girl was crying, around her was darkness and a group of children crying.

At the next moment, the scenery changed.

Surrounding the girl were bodies, blood and fire. She stood there lifelessly, her eyes were blank and empty, just like a puppet. She looked like she didn't even have a soul.

That girl suddenly turned around, smiled evilly and said " Blood. More blood, I WANT MORE BLOOD!"

Ming An Ling worked up abruptly, her shirt was drenched in cold sweat. As she looked at the window covered in raindrops and sat up in panic.

Outside, lightning flashed and thunder rumbled. She sighed "It was that dream again."

"F*ck I looked so creepy when I smile like that." She couldn't believe that that was her.

Ming An Ling had this recurring dream one in awhile, each time it stirs her thirst for blood and fill her mind with intrusive thoughts and each time she has to get those thoughts out of her mind and chant clear heart mantra, a mantra that helps keep people calm. A monk gave it to her a few years ago when she passed by a temple.

She was pissed off, she wished that she could simply hit herself with a baseball bat and knock herself out heavily but it was very painful after she tried once and didn't dare to try again.

Ming An Ling looked at the clock, it was only 4am. Despite being tired, she couldn't bring herself to sleep again, she took a shower and used her mobile phone to play games.

She knew she was going to be tired in the morning, thankfully it was weekends, wait there was a mountain of paperwork waiting....

When she finally finished, it was 7am. She had her usual morning run, yet she was still tired.

'Ding' her phone chat system rang, it was Liyan informing her about more work to do.

Ming An Ling: No, I don't want do.

Liyan: what do you mean no? You have to do.

Ming An Ling: Nah, what can you do to me anyways hehehehe.

Liyan: Froze your account, you cannot use the credits.

With that being said, Ming An Ling's account was frozen.

Eyes widened, Ming An Ling stared at her account silently before going back to texting Liyan again.

No choice, Ming An Ling had to work...urgh capitalism.

"Still no leads?" Zhang zhiyang asked

Zhang zhiyang clicked his tongue "Then what do I have you for?"

Beside him was Ming An Ling's brother, Ming Wenzhe. He sheepishly said "It has been many years, it's not easy to find out."

'If you have the ability, go find it out yourself instead of complaining about me!'

Before Zhang zhiyang could retort, Zhang zhixuan burst into the room, "What are you doing? Ehe."

Zhang zhixuan had one mission, sneak around and find out what his brother is looking for.

Ming An Ling under the guise of suspecting that the two guys are gay made Zhang zhixuan go find out why are they looking for Ling.

"I always see you two hang out together no matter what, rain or shine. It can't be that you guys are...."

"If you have so much time and energy to think that way, why don't you use it to improve your studies. I don't see you putting so much effort on it." Zhang zhiyang directly cut him off.

Seeing his brother not denying it and tried to change the subject, Zhang zhixuan smiled in understanding and said "I'm sorry for disturbing your two people world, have a good time~" while scurrying off and closed the door before his brother throw something and hit him.

Seeing his actions, the two were speechless.

Chapter 39 Dream or Nightmare?