QTIMP -Chapter 173 Character Persona – Overachiever (Part 5)

If it weren’t for the fact that the next quarter was about to arrive, and some of her rental income would soon come in—over 2 million—she would’ve been in a tighter spot.

She still had to deal with the second-hand goods in her possession. After all, a company couldn’t start operating immediately after being established; on the contrary, the initial investment alone would already be a huge expense.

As soon as such a large amount of money was transferred from her side, Assistant Li immediately reported it to Tang Chaoyun.

“President, Madam has transferred out 100 million.”

Tang Chaoyun was busy with his work. Hearing the report, he paused slightly, frowned, and asked in an emotionless tone, “Where did the funds go?”

Assistant Li placed the documents directly on his desk. “Madam invested it into the short-video platform of the Dong family’s second young lady. These are some evaluations of that platform.”

Assistant Li handled things quite thoroughly. Tang Chaoyun picked it up and skimmed through it, then closed it and set it aside.

“At least she’s using her brain this time—didn’t get tricked by the Si family. There’s no issue, no need to interfere. Transfer another 10 million into her bank account; she probably doesn’t have much cash left.”

To Tang Chaoyun, once the money was given, it was given. He didn’t care how Si Qiu spent it. In fact, if she could remain as quiet as she had been this past month, then the money was well spent.

Si Qiu, on the other hand, was quite satisfied. Her husband didn’t come home, she received money every month, and occasionally even got bonus windfalls. This life felt practically heavenly.

The only one worried about their relationship was probably Aunt Zhang.

The phone rang. Si Qiu took off her blue-light glasses, picked up her phone, and answered the call.

“Qiuqiu! Qiuqiu! Your novel’s gone viral—haha! How is your brain even wired? All these years, you’ve been held back by that jerk.”

“If things don’t work out, just get a divorce already. That guy brings you bad luck.”

While pouring herself a glass of water, Si Qiu replied, “Yesterday I just received 5 million in pocket money, plus a pair of ruby earrings.”

Hearing that, the person on the other end immediately changed her tone. “Well… when you put it that way, this setup is actually pretty good. The two of you don’t interfere with each other, you get a salary, and you even receive bonuses. It’s just that jerk keeps showing up in the news, which makes you lose face a bit—but honestly, in this day and age, face isn’t worth 5 million.”

Si Qiu chuckled softly. “How’s the person I asked you to find? And have you secured the copyrights for those songs?”

A loud slap on the table could be heard from the other side. “You can trust me to get things done. The legal team is already set up, and the copyrights are all secured. As for singers—you won’t believe it, I actually found two promising newcomers. They just recorded demo tracks yesterday. I’ll send them to you; take a listen and see what you think.”

This was something Si Qiu truly felt at ease about. Wu Ying came from a family of lawyers and had spent years working her way through the entertainment industry, so she paid great attention to these matters.

Besides, in this world, copyright protection was quite solid.

“Alright. I still have enough saved chapters for the female-oriented platform for now. I’m planning to write another novel and adapt it into a short drama—we’ll earn a startup fund first.”

She took a sip of water to moisten her throat, then pulled over the neatly cut fruit platter prepared by the handsome butler, Song Huaiyi.

She suddenly realized that something about her persona in this life seemed… off.

She had just gone through a miscarriage. Even with medication, her body should still be weak—after all, recovery takes time.

And yet, she was able to stay up late reading materials and writing novels.

That wasn’t right. That was very much not right.

She wasn’t someone who didn’t value herself. On the contrary, with her extremely self-centered personality, she loved herself more than anything.

So she realized that she had probably been influenced by this “persona” setting. Thinking it through carefully, this life’s persona was likely that of an overachiever—a workaholic.

She had an extreme drive when it came to her career and the things she wanted to accomplish.

Otherwise, judging by her usual personality, after waking up in the hospital, the first thing she would have done was focus on recovering her health. But under the influence of this persona, she instead quickly dealt with both her natal family and her in-laws.

Then she rushed into starting a company with her best friend. Even while recuperating at home, she constantly wanted to pick up her laptop and work. Once she started working, she would forget her pain, forget hunger, and forget sleep.

This persona was basically trying to work her to death!

In the end, she had no choice but to set several alarms—aside from sleeping, no matter what she was doing, she had to stop and rest every two hours.

At first, stopping in the middle of tasks made her feel uneasy and restless. But after nearly twenty days, things had improved a lot.

After all, she had no intention of adapting to this persona only to exhaust herself to death.

“Don’t worry, I’ve basically prepared everything. But are you confident about the short drama? If not, it’s fine—we’ll just treat it as testing the waters. Don’t pressure yourself.”

Si Qiu listened as Yingying rambled on.

“You know I’ve invested in a short-video platform, and you’re handling the filming on your end. The cost is low—so even if we don’t make money, we won’t lose much either. We’ve already formed a complete industry chain, so what’s there to worry about?”

Hearing this, Yingying nodded vigorously.

“Right, right, right! I guess I was worrying too much. Qiuqiu, the songs you wrote are definitely going to blow up. I think your voice is good too—why not sing one yourself?”

Si Qiu spat out a fruit pit into the trash. “No. For the days ahead, I just want to live freely. I can’t keep up the act of being a celebrity.”

“Hahaha, you’re absolutely right! Don’t celebrities have to act all the time? Personas are for others to see—life is for yourself to live. You have no idea what those people are like in private…”

Si Qiu lay slanted on the sofa, listening to her gossip. The anxiety she had felt from only completing part of her work gradually subsided.

It wasn’t until someone knocked on the office door on the other end, calling out, “President Wu,” that the two finally ended the call.

Looking at the bright spring scenery outside, Si Qiu got up and walked toward the garden. The garden used to be planted with lilacs.

She didn’t dislike the flowers, but they had been planted mainly because Tang Chaoyun liked them. Now, smelling them again, the fragrance felt overly strong.

She picked one and played with it in her hand, then tossed it back into the bushes and said: “Have someone remove all these lilacs and replace them with roses. At least roses look lively when they bloom. These feel like something you’d see at a funeral—bad luck.”

Song Huaiyi bowed slightly. His handsome face had sharp, well-defined features, and his pupils reflected a faint bluish sheen.

“Understood, Miss. I’ll arrange for the gardeners immediately. The therapists are also ready. All of them are descendants of former imperial court therapists. Their techniques are entirely traditional, and the products used are all made from natural, harmless plants. Would you like to experience it now?”

“Yes. And prepare me a cup of milk tea as well.”

Seeing Si Qiu treat him like air, as if she were a queen, he unexpectedly felt a strange sense of exhilaration.

“Of course, Miss. Milk tea, fruits, snacks, and pastries are all ready.”

This was the first time since transmigrating that Si Qiu had been this weak. Combined with the overachiever persona, she constantly felt as though she might collapse from overwork at any moment.