Chapter 1: A Deadly Predicament Descending from the Heavens

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Just a moment ago, Autumn Lu had received her official offer to become a permanent employee after her internship; the next moment, she painfully realized she had transmigrated into a novel. No longer was she at the slightly cramped investment banking workstation cluttered with model materials and coffee cups, but instead in a much more spacious area.

In her own private office sat a sleek adjustable desk, an ergonomic chair, and beside a massive curved monitor rested a top-of-the-line workstation tower.

The mirror-like surface of the desk reflected her face at that moment—exquisite and coldly beautiful, her brows and eyes radiating the detached aura of an elite.

This was nothing like her own face, tired and shadowed with dark circles from sleepless nights during her internship, still bearing a hint of youthful plumpness.

Now, Autumn Lu sat at the desk, struggling to accept the memories of the original character.

She had become “Autumn Lu,” same name but a world apart.

In the original story, Autumn Lu was brilliantly gifted and strategically exceptional—a secret weapon cultivated by the powerful Lu family to counter their rival, Jingyue He.

Not only did she successfully infiltrate and carefully gain Jingyue He’s trust, but at the critical “Wisdom Speech” project launch, she used stolen core intelligence to help the Lu family land a fatal blow—exposing ethical loopholes in “Wisdom Speech” and allowing the Lu Corporation to rise to a new pinnacle, stepping over the defeated He family.

Autumn Lu’s emotions churned in confusion: if I am guilty, let me just fail and retake the class instead of transmigrating into a brilliant figure forced to play a deadly game of espionage with an ultimate boss like Jingyue He.

As a fresh graduate who had just received an offer and was full of hopes for her career, Autumn Lu did not want to shoulder her family’s mission while walking through a firestorm. What did the original’s exceptional intellect have to do with her? She was only good at chatting gossip in the break room and frantically rushing work before deadlines.

Just as she was drowning in despair, feeling that this heavy fate would crush her any second—

“Buzz… buzz…”

Her phone on the desk lit up.

A new message, sender labeled coldly as: [Father Lu]

[I heard you’ve been promoted to Executive Assistant? You must speed up progress. The core architecture of “Wisdom Speech” is the key for the next phase. Time waits for no one.]

The previous executive confirmed as a corporate spy was not only disgraced overnight, prosecuted harshly for commercial crimes by the He family, and ruined financially, but their entire professional circle was completely shut out, vanishing from the industry with a miserable end.

Autumn Lu could already see her own future. If exposed, her fate as this undercover agent would be a hundred times worse than that spy executive.

However, the chill brought by this message had not yet fully seeped into her limbs.

“Ding!”

Another crisp notification, this time a bank message.

[Your savings card ending 2333 received a transfer of RMB 1,000,000.00 at 9:13 AM. Current balance: RMB 2,333,333.00.]

Seven zeros! A full one million!

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Autumn Lu’s eyes widened instantly.

Almost as her mind crashed, the second message from Father Lu arrived:

Father Lu: [The usual—payment will be made according to phased results.]

The words were cold, but the money was burning hot.

One million, and this was only the beginning?

One moment she was drowning in despair over her doomed fate, the next she was stunned by this sudden windfall.

“There is an old saying in China: since we’ve come this far…”

Autumn Lu licked her slightly dry lips, her eyes shining brightly.

“Since we’re already here, wouldn’t it be a shame not to experience this fleeting wealth?”

At the same time, a message popped up on Autumn Lu’s computer screen.

This time it wasn’t from WeChat, but from the He Corporation’s internal communication software, OC, used for corporate contact.

[Hi Autumn Lu, I’m Secretary Zhou Lin, welcome to the Executive Office~]

A simple ID photo avatar, the account named “Zhou Lin,” sent the message followed by a system-generated smile emoji.

Autumn Lu quickly gathered herself and typed swiftly: [Thank you, Secretary Zhou. Looking forward to working with you!]

The next moment, she was added to a group called [Executive Office-Core]. The group included two special assistants, Su Nuo and Fu Yao, both shown as offline.

Zhou Lin’s message appeared again quickly: [Little Lu, please compile the materials needed for the 2:30 PM “Wisdom Speech Developer Conference” this afternoon. As before, organize and hand them directly to President He.]

“Wisdom Speech” was a large-scale language model in development, somewhat similar to the Chinese version of ChatGPT before she transmigrated.

According to the original’s memories, the weekly “Developer Conference” required reviewing the code submitted by various development teams, comparing it with the previous phase, and giving preliminary ABC ratings to facilitate Jingyue He’s quick review amid his busy schedule.

[Got it, Secretary Zhou. I’ll handle it right away.] Autumn Lu replied promptly.

Here it was—her first real task!

She exited the OC interface and opened the folder on her desktop labeled [Work-Current].

The original must have been a severe perfectionist; the folder hierarchy was clear and neat. She easily found the path [Project Tracking]—[Weekly Summary]—[Developer Conference] files.

“Phew, at least the original was reliable.” Autumn Lu exhaled lightly, opening the file confidently.

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However, the moment the file list loaded—

The screen instantly filled with dense, colorful characters.

Not a PowerPoint, Word document, or Excel spreadsheet.

Code.

Piles of .py, .java, .cpp files!

Countless lines of if-else statements, function definitions, and cryptic variable names like an ancient script!

The relief on Autumn Lu’s face froze as if encased in ice, then shattered with a crack.

She had majored in finance at university and interned at an investment bank after graduation. Although she had taken some C programming courses, she had long since returned the textbooks.

Autumn Lu had always assumed that He Corporation was a large conglomerate and that an Executive Assistant’s work would be scheduling, organizing reports, handling emails—something she could apply her financial knowledge to.

Until now, the brutal reality hit her like a hammer to the forehead.

Autumn Lu frantically searched the original’s memory fragments—mostly cold commands and a sense of urgency from the characters.

Specific memories about code? None. About how to do comparative analysis? None.

The only clear recollections were about Jingyue He himself: extreme disdain for wasting time; zero patience for nonsense or lengthy explanations; judging reports solely on whether they captured the core issues and whether the solutions were efficient and feasible.

“Core issues, solutions…” Autumn Lu muttered, her confused mind grasping at a faint glimmer of hope.

Could it be possible the original had prepared the afternoon’s report in advance?

She gave up trying to understand the code and began frantically searching through the folders.

Her mouse stopped on an unremarkable compressed file labeled with “report.”

Her hands trembled as she hurriedly extracted it and opened the PDF.

Dozens of pages filled with charts, formulas, flowcharts, beautifully formatted and packed with technical terms—radiating the rigorous professionalism of an elite.

“Desperate times call for desperate measures.” Autumn Lu took a deep breath, forcing down her nerves and trying to appear calm and composed. She picked up the printed report and, with resolve as if facing death, walked toward the door at the end of the corridor: the President’s office.