Here is the complete light novel–style translation for Chapter 3 (Part 2), keeping all original character names exact and highlighting key dialogues.
Chapter 3: The Check-In Guy (2/2)
He was handsome, fluent in several foreign languages, and exceptionally good at his job, making him the undisputed workplace hearthrob.
It wasn’t just the women in the office who fancied him—he was the dream man for the girls down on the factory floor, too. Especially the woman sitting right next to him. Her Chinese name was Hu Yao, though she went by Anna. As an assistant herself, who knew how many times she had tried to stir up drama behind the scenes?
It was no wonder Song Yunfei felt anxious all the time. After all, she knew Chu Jinhan’s true identity. Even with his memories gone, he stood out like a lone crane among a flock of chickens. If another woman ended up stealing him away, she would probably be driven to hang herself out of sheer rage.
Hearing his response, Hu Yao couldn’t conceal the green monster of envy on her face.
“Your girlfriend is so lucky,” she said, her voice dropping into a sour, mocking tilt. “Unlike me. When I dated that loser before, my life was the exact opposite of yours.”
“He didn’t even have a job, so I had to support him. Then I’d come home after work just to cook for him, and what did that trash do? He cheated on me anyway. Sigh.”
Finishing her tragic story, Hu Yao stole a look at the man beside her.
But he hadn’t listened to a single word. His fingers were flying across his keyboard, clicking away loudly as he stayed laser-focused on chatting with a client.
Looking at the screen packed with wall-to-wall English text, Hu Yao felt an even deeper sense of unfairness. Why was the universe so unjust? Why did good women always get stuck with awful men, while good men ended up with useless women?
Hu Yao’s eyes darted around as a sudden thought struck her.
“Oh, by the way! Today’s my birthday, and I’m treating everyone to dinner tonight. Why don’t you come along?” She looked up at Chu Jinhan with eyes full of clear expectation.
Just then, Chu Jinhan’s phone began to ring. It wasn't Song Yunfei calling—it was a client.
He picked up the phone, casting a curt glance back at Hu Yao. “I have to deliver food orders tonight. I’m busy.”
With that, he answered the call and walked straight out the door.
Not far away, two female coworkers shot Hu Yao amused, teasing looks, making her grit her teeth in absolute humiliation.
Some people at the office had already seen Chu Jinhan delivering food on the side; he had never bothered to hide it anyway.
Song Yunfei often dropped by his workplace. She always showed up dressed in glamorous, brand-name clothes and holding the latest luxury smartphone, while Chu Jinhan cycled through the exact same two cheap outfits every day, carrying a cheap phone that barely cost a thousand yuan.
Since his girlfriend didn't work, anyone could figure out who bought those flashy clothes and gadgets. Everyone knew he worked himself to the bone just to spoil her—and that only made them envy her even more.
Meanwhile, after washing every piece of fabric in the apartment, Song Yunfei ordered takeout for herself and started browsing job listings on her phone.
Back in her real life, she had studied interior design, but the original host of this body had majored in e-commerce—two fields that had nothing to do with each other. Trying to land a job using the original host’s degree seemed like a dead end, and without a impressive portfolio of past achievements, any salary she managed to get would be embarrassingly low.
After scrolling for a bit, Song Yunfei clicked straight on a top-ranked listing: Real Estate Sales representative.
It was legendary for being the kind of job where you could go three years without a single sale, but one big deal could keep you fed for the next three years—plus, the industry was notoriously forgiving about educational backgrounds. If she could just sell a single house, she’d have enough money to pack her bags and run away!
She had already thought it through: if she wanted to make sure Chu Jinhan could never hunt her down, fleeing abroad was her only real option. But moving to another country wasn't cheap. Without a decent cushion of savings, her fate wouldn't be much better than dying a tragic death on the street.
Fortunately, property prices in this novel’s universe hadn’t crashed yet, and the real estate market was still booming. If she threw in free custom interior design plans with every house she sold, how could she not close deals?
Because Song Yunfei hadn't called once to check up on him the entire day, Chu Jinhan headed straight back to the rental apartment the moment his shift ended.
To his surprise, Song Yunfei wasn't home.
Freshly washed bedsheets and pillowcases were hanging out to dry on the balcony, and even the sofa covers had been scrubbed clean. The faint, sweet scent of shampoo lingered throughout the room.
“Oh, you’re back?”
Chu Jinhan turned toward the voice. Song Yunfei had just walked through the front door.
Her hair was swept up into a messy high bun, and she wore a simple goose-yellow T-shirt with denim shorts. Carrying heavy bags of fresh groceries in both hands, she was drenched in sweat from the heat, leaving a darkened, damp patch right across the front of her shirt.
