Miss Beautiful C.E.O and her system

Gu Yi left afterward. Ling Qingyu continued to sit deep in thought, her eyes lingering on the charming, fresh scenery.

Her mother-in-law and Yang Qingyue would be very busy soon after Ling Qingyu returned with a full package of hostages.

Gu Yi and Yang Qingyue chided behind the scenes at the unscrupulous bastard who left the mess and was now taking a rest.

Although their inner thoughts were filled with complaints, they were grateful for Ling Qingyu's contribution, even if she brought along extra burdens across the border.

The matter was too big to be made public. Yang Qingyue and Gu Yi controlled public opinion.

Their responses to the media had already been planned to be vague, preparing for a full explanation later and protecting the victims' identities.

No matter how much positive moral values were spread among the public, scum still existed, particularly those with a victim-blaming mindset.

There was no need to look far—a scenario frequently discussed by the public always sparked fierce debate:

A woman, flaunting her wealth and beauty, walking alone at night, was attacked. Who was at fault?

The politically and morally correct answer would be that the attacker was at fault for their greed and desires, as the woman did nothing wrong.

However, blame on the victim still persisted, backed by so-called 'logical' reasoning: Why was the woman alone at night? Or a man—it didn't matter.

Only when both hands clapped would an action produce a sound, right? This tendency to blame the victim was always present.

The ironic thing was that serial killers wouldn't care about their target once chosen. They would find several ways to create advantageous situations to support their actions.

Instead of debating and pointing fingers, why not discuss how to address the issue? Don't shut down arguments by simply stating to avoid going out at night!

Ling Qingyu might not have cared in her past life, but in this one, where she had the ability, she scorned such rhetoric and implemented her solutions straightforwardly.

The answer was simple: the bystander effect and good people doing nothing. The world only needed a moment to descend into disaster when people stopped doing good deeds and became utterly selfish.

For the topics above, Ling Qingyu began to think: why not do something? Stop blaming and act.

People should avoid roaming around at night—everyone agreed.

Nonetheless, regardless of the statistical, psychological, or normative evidence proving avoidance was the correct approach, the public should also provide solutions to thoroughly address predatory actions, enabling people to wander safely at night.

Humanity had progressed from nothing toward a safer civilization over time. Why stop researching when something could be done?

Address the root cause and reform instead of implementing partial measures.

Perhaps this was a problem with humans themselves: pointing fingers was easier than helping others.

These matters floated around Ling Qingyu's mind as her eyes lost focus. Why? Was it selfishness or cowardice?

People tended to escape rather than face problems directly. If the issues didn't concern them, nobody cared.

Ling Qingyu never sought to morally coerce others. Everyone had their own rights and responsibilities.

But humanity had survived to this day by going beyond those boundaries and restrictions.

The moment society became stagnant and stopped moving forward, civilization was not far from death. Humanity would perish by its own hand.

If anyone heard her mindset and blamed her, Ling Qingyu would fight back.

They could accuse others of moral coercion, but they could never point fingers at her.

She had performed righteous and effective actions to address public issues. She had progressed further and attempted to cure the plagues afflicting Province N and beyond, as far as her strength allowed.

For her ambition and goal of spreading light, she had done far more than was required.

No one could curse her, but she could swear at anyone.

Her impulse even prompted her to participate in so-called debates online, started by influencers and celebrities.

Ling Qingyu withdrew her sudden urge and chuckled. Why would these bastards invite her, and how could she stoop so low to engage in their themes?

Her every action must be careful in the future, especially in the public arena. She had responsibilities toward her family and subordinates.

Perhaps these shows might even get canceled by the public if she got involved.

After all, so-called influencers and celebrities targeted specific groups to enrich their wallets.

Their outspoken opinions and missions rarely aligned with their true selves. Most of the time, they created various shows to appeal to their audience on purpose.

Although a few might retain their original intention to address public problems, over time, when faced with interests and capital, people often fell.

Heated topics that sparked fiery contradictions were more likely to have hidden agendas behind the scenes. Popularity soared, and money flowed in.

Instead of selling products, they sold ideas, satisfying the audience's vanity and exploiting their need for affirmation and praise.

In this world, it was difficult to remain sane enough to distinguish genuine intentions and not be swayed by the crowd.

In this life, Ling Qingyu was aware of such tools and was frightened by the rarity of truly genuine characters.

Her thoughts had drifted far—from victim-blaming mindsets to online marketing tools. Sure enough, it must have been Miss System's fault.

Someone must be manipulating her. How could she, an arrogant and selfish brat, suddenly seek to reform society for public welfare?

She must have been led astray. Yes, her original goal was to become a powerhouse, not a saint. Miss System's influence was terrifying!

Miss System: ???

A certain existence, hidden behind the scenes and listening to Ling Qingyu's inner thoughts, darkened her expression, her eyelids twitching.

Miss System had just been about to smile in relief, watching her host grow and transform. Why, all of a sudden, was Ling Qingyu blaming her?

Fine! Miss System cast a cold gaze over Ling Qingyu and confiscated the original awesome gift she had planned for the sign-in reward, one that would have made Ling Qingyu drool hard.

People must be abused! she snorted. Treated well, they take things for granted.

Miss System floated off to another universe to sulk.

Ling Qingyu shuddered as she glanced around. Did she hear someone huffing nearby? She couldn't be imagining things.

Her maids returned her gaze with inquiring expressions after noticing her behavior. Ling Qingyu shook her head and lay back on the recliner.

Well, the recent battle might have drained her energy and caused hallucinations. If nobody snorted, then only Miss System's voice could be ringing in her ears and mind...

Hmm… wait!

Ling Qingyu straightened and slapped her cheeks rapidly, albeit softly, calling out inwardly in a begging tone:'"Sis System, where are you? Did you just make a sound?'

...

The signal loss tone alarmed Ling Qingyu, making her gulp and call out multiple times in worry. Her inner complaints couldn't have driven away the multiverse godmother, right?

Although she had the confidence to navigate the future without the system, she didn't want to lose her first friend. Of course, with Miss System's help, she could excel further and aim higher.

The tsundere System might not speak kindly, but she treated her genuinely. There might be other hidden plans and costs involved, but who cared?

Until now, Ling Qingyu had always enjoyed a safe haven. Her current status and relationships began with Miss System. Without her help, Ling Qingyu wasn't sure if she could have resisted Lin Fan's aura and fallen prey.

Who knew whether her clear thoughts could be succinctly manipulated by the world? These children of destiny lacked common sense.

'Great, benevolent, and cute System, I beg for your forgiveness.' Ling Qingyu groveled shamelessly without worrying about appearances.

Nobody could hear her inner call, so she could do whatever she wanted. Honestly, she was curious to investigate the System's identity but suppressed her urge.

From their interactions, she already realized Miss System wasn't machine-like, no matter how much the latter pretended.

Someday, she believed she would gain her trust and learn the truth. For now, Ling Qingyu soothed Miss System repeatedly.

Perhaps her zealous actions received genuine reciprocity, or her repeated calling annoyed the System. It didn't matter; her heart returned to its original position once Miss System responded.

She didn't want to deceive herself, but she truly panicked at Miss System's avoidance. It seemed she was more attached than she initially thought.

It turned out Miss System had long become family to her, rather than just a tool to upgrade herself. Fortunately, she repaired their relationship.

In truth, Miss System merely wanted to teach her a small lesson and never expected Ling Qingyu to react so strongly.

When Miss System peeked at Ling Qingyu's frequency, she sensed a rare warmth and a tingle of joy spreading through her.

[What's up with you again? Don't disturb me.]

Ling Qingyu didn't want to, but the earlier snort had scared her. "Can I know what you're doing at the moment? Did I cause any dissatisfaction?"

'You ask when you already know!' Thinking of Ling Qingyu's earlier suspicion, Miss System felt wronged and got angry.

"Ah—it was just a complaint. I didn't really mean it. You know me inside out," Ling Qingyu blinked and played cute.

[Next month's reward is canceled! Any objections?]

Of course, there were objections, but Ling Qingyu pouted and accepted. Who made her complain about the boss within earshot?

Anyway, Miss System had never treated her unfairly. She wasn't a masochist, but Miss System's punishments somehow brought her joy.

So, Ling Qingyu bowed her head and groveled again. "Thank you for your mercy, Sis System. Your benevolence is unmatched."

Miss System decided to ignore the flatterer, but noticing Ling Qingyu wasn't learning her lesson, she increased the punishment. "A month is too light. Let's go for half a year."

'I was wronged!' Ling Qingyu blurted out instantly.