Boss on Golden Toilet

Lu Siyan, feeling a sudden urge for information, decided to investigate the Enrichers situation further. He opened his web browser and searched for news about Mr. Ling. He found several articles detailing the CEO's alleged involvement in the death of the richest man's daughter. He scrolled through the reports, a mix of shock and morbid curiosity fueling his interest.

Then, he saw it. At the end of one article, a meme depicting Mr. Ling riding a golden toilet, a look of panicked desperation on his face.

"What in the…?" Lu Siyan sputtered, a laugh escaping his lips despite the seriousness of the situation. "Where did this even come from?"

"Someone has a… unique sense of humor," the AI quipped. "Or maybe just a unique… way of spreading misinformation?"

Lu Siyan shook his head, a smile still lingering on his face. He decided to share this newfound gem with his colleagues. He dialed their numbers, one by one, informing them of the latest developments and, of course, mentioning the golden toilet meme.

His friends, equally amused and bewildered, confirmed the existence of the meme. They found themselves on the street, their laughter echoing through the night, their phones clutched in their hands, sharing the image with anyone who would listen.

"Well," one of them said, wiping a tear from his eye, "at least we'll have a good story to tell at our next job interviews."

"Job interviews?" Lu Siyan repeated, the reality of his situation hitting him. "Right… job interviews."

They spent the rest of the night discussing their options, their laughter gradually fading as the weight of their unemployment settled in.

Exhausted from the emotional rollercoaster of the day, Lu Siyan finally returned to his apartment. He found Su Luqi sprawled on the sofa, her phone illuminating her face with a soft glow. She was watching comedy videos, her laughter filling the room.

"You seem to be in a good mood," Lu Siyan commented, collapsing onto the sofa beside her.

"Always," she replied, her eyes twinkling. "Especially when I'm winning."

She glanced at him, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Speaking of winning, sugar daddy, how about we celebrate our newfound fortune with a… shopping spree?"

"Shopping spree?" Lu Siyan repeated, a groan escaping his lips. "Again?"

"Of course, again," she said, her voice laced with playful authority. "A Trickster's gotta spend her loot, you know."

She snuggled closer to him, using his shoulder as a pillow. "Besides," she purred, "I need to make sure my sugar daddy looks the part."

"The part?" the AI whispered. "The part of… a clueless pawn? Or maybe… a walking fashion disaster?"

Lu Siyan, feeling a wave of exhaustion wash over him, simply closed his eyes and let out a sigh. He was too tired to argue. He was too tired to think. He was just… tired.

Su Luqi, sensing his surrender, smiled and continued watching her videos, her laughter a soothing lullaby that slowly lulled Lu Siyan to sleep. He was hers now, completely and utterly. And she had big plans for him.

The soft glow of the phone screen illuminated Su Luqi's face as she scrolled through endless streams of comedic videos. Lu Siyan, his breathing deep and even, lay nestled against her, a picture of peaceful slumber. A contented sigh escaped her lips as she watched a particularly ridiculous skit, her laughter echoing softly through the apartment.

"He's quite the… pillow," she murmured, gently adjusting Lu Siyan's head for optimal comfort. "Though, a slightly… snoring pillow."

She paused the video, her eyes drifting towards the sleeping Lu Siyan. A flicker of something akin to affection softened her features. He was a simple man, easily swayed, easily manipulated. Yet, there was a certain… charm… to his naiveté.

"He's like a lost puppy," she mused, a playful smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "A very… expensive lost puppy."

She returned to her phone, her fingers tapping away, browsing through online shopping sites. "Now, where were we?" she murmured, her eyes scanning a page filled with designer handbags. "Ah, yes. The perfect accessory for my… companion."

She added a few items to her virtual shopping cart, her smile widening with each click. "He's going to look absolutely… adorable," she chuckled.

The AI, though confined to Lu Siyan's phone, seemed to be observing the scene with a mix of amusement and exasperation. "Someone's got a shopping addiction," it whispered, though Lu Siyan remained blissfully unaware. "Or maybe just a… desire to bankrupt her sugar daddy?"

Su Luqi ignored the AI's commentary, her focus entirely on her online purchases. She was creating a new image for Lu Siyan, a carefully crafted persona that would serve her purposes. He would be her trophy, her plaything, her… investment.

As the night wore on, the apartment filled with the soft glow of the phone screen and the gentle rhythm of Lu Siyan's breathing. Su Luqi, her eyes sparkling with mischief, continued her online shopping spree, her mind filled with plans for her unsuspecting sugar daddy. She had a feeling that their journey was just beginning, and she intended to make it a very… interesting… one.

Eventually, even Su Luqi's energy began to wane. She paused her video, her eyes drifting closed. She shifted slightly, pulling Lu Siyan closer, his warmth a comforting presence against the cool night air. With a soft sigh, she drifted off to sleep, her dreams filled with visions of designer clothes, luxury goods, and the unsuspecting face of her… companion.

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The rhythmic snores emanating from Lu Siyan's direction were less a lullaby and more a low-grade construction project, Su Luqi decided. She shifted slightly, attempting to rearrange his head to a less… acoustically challenging… position. "Honestly," she muttered, "he sounds like a walrus in a wind tunnel."

She nudged him gently, but Lu Siyan remained resolutely horizontal, his snores reaching a crescendo. "Fine," she sighed, grabbing a nearby throw pillow and strategically placing it over his face. The snores momentarily ceased, replaced by a muffled snorting sound. "Much better," she declared, returning to her online shopping.

"Someone's taking the 'sugar daddy' thing a little too literally," the AI whispered, though Lu Siyan was still deep in his pillow-induced slumber. "Or maybe just… trying to recreate a scene from a mob movie?"

Su Luqi ignored the AI's commentary, her eyes fixed on a particularly dazzling pair of diamond-encrusted cufflinks. "These would look perfect on him," she mused, adding them to her cart. "Though, he'd probably try to use them as… bottle openers."

She paused, scrolling through a selection of designer suits. "And this one," she declared, pointing to a particularly flamboyant pinstripe number, "would be perfect for our next… public appearance. He'll look like a… well-dressed clown."

"Someone's got a… unique fashion sense," the AI observed. "Or maybe just a… desire to make her sugar daddy look like a walking advertisement for bad taste?"

A notification popped up on her phone, a news alert about a "mysterious disappearance" at Mount Hua. "Ah, yes," she murmured, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "My little… distraction."

She chuckled, imagining the chaos that was unfolding at the mountain. "They'll be searching for days," she declared. "While I'm here, enjoying the fruits of my… labor."

She glanced at Lu Siyan, his face still half-buried in the pillow. "He's so… trusting," she mused, a hint of genuine affection in her voice. "Like a… golden retriever. A very… gullible golden retriever."

"Someone's got a… pet project," the AI whispered. "Or maybe just a… desire to turn her sugar daddy into a… fashion accessory?"

Suddenly, Lu Siyan let out a loud snort, his body jerking violently. He sat up abruptly, his eyes wide with confusion. "What… what happened?" he stammered, his voice thick with sleep.

"You were having a… vivid dream," Su Luqi said, her voice smooth and reassuring. "About… flying pigs and diamond-encrusted bottle openers."

"Flying pigs?" Lu Siyan repeated, rubbing his eyes. "That's… weird."

"Indeed," Su Luqi said, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Now, about those cufflinks…"