A beautiful woman is certainly precious, but work is even more valuable—you can't just find a pretty girl and expect her to live on nothing with you.

David Walker hurried out to buy dozens of fashion magazines, including the latest three issues of "Fashion Review." He wanted to find more, but only the most recent three issues were available on the market.

Back home, he studied them carefully. David Walker was a bit clever; after going through the magazines, he felt he had already "mastered" the world of fashion magazines.

Speaking of fashion, David Walker and that word are not just miles apart—they're worlds apart. A poor student who just graduated, what does he know about fashion? All he ever chased was a full stomach. If he wanted to dress fashionably, even if he never spent much and only bought things from street stalls, it still wasn't something he could afford.

He barely slept that night, tossing and turning in bed with excitement. If the neighbors heard, they might think he was just that "enduring."

David Walker was puzzled: his interview had clearly gone terribly—he'd only said his name—so how did he get accepted? "Fashion Review" isn't just some third-rate magazine looking for cheap labor; it's a national fashion leader. Why would they pick him?

He couldn't figure it out. As he thought about it, dawn was breaking, and David Walker drifted off to sleep in a daze.

Suddenly, the electronic ringtone of his phone alarm went off. David Walker sprang up like a carp, quickly washed up, did his hair, grabbed his briefcase, and headed out the door.

Arriving once again at Qingsong Building, David Walker was full of confidence. Watching the crowds coming and going, he thought about how he would soon be working in this building just like them, and felt a surge of pride. Like he always said, people from small places don't have big ambitions—just enough to get by. Making it to white-collar status was already a huge achievement.

He took the elevator up to the seventeenth floor, which was entirely occupied by the "Fashion Review" magazine office. Besides the editorial department, there were also the photography, beauty, fashion, and various other departments. David Walker walked through the silver-gray hallway filled with a fashionable vibe and entered the editorial office. The receptionist at the door asked, "Hello, how can I help you?"

David Walker quickly replied, "My name is David Walker..." "Hehe..." Laughter came from behind him. David Walker turned around and saw the beautiful woman who had let him in during his interview. Seeing her, David Walker immediately felt the warmth of meeting an old friend in a foreign place and felt very close: "Ah, it's you again! That's great!"

The beauty was still laughing. "You've made progress—you can now confidently say your name." David Walker blushed, realizing she must have been eavesdropping that day. The woman extended her hand, "Hello, welcome to 'Fashion Review.' My name is Emily Smith, assistant to the deputy editor-in-chief."

David Walker took her delicate, smooth, and tender hand, feeling utterly enchanted! But he didn't dare harass his boss on the first day, so he quickly let go, lowered his head, and followed behind Emily Smith, still savoring that enchanting feeling.

There's a saying: the beauty of a woman's hands is far more important than her face. David Walker walked with his head down, secretly watching Emily Smith walk lightly ahead, her hands swinging gracefully, white and flawless, slender as jade. He couldn't help but sigh: "Fashion Review" really is full of beautiful women! Being able to work here in the future—what a lucky guy!

As he thought about it, a strange smile appeared at the corner of David Walker's mouth. Emily Smith turned around, frowned slightly, and whispered, "What are you thinking about?" David Walker quickly snapped out of it and shook his head like a rattle drum, "Nothing, nothing at all!" Emily Smith looked around to make sure no one was nearby, then whispered, "Tell me, during your interview, were you fantasizing about the deputy editor-in-chief, is that why you stuttered?" David Walker's face turned bright red. Just from his expression, Emily Smith already knew the answer and looked at David Walker with a triumphant smile. David Walker quickly begged for mercy, "Please, big sister, don't tell anyone!" Emily Smith chuckled mischievously, "Well, that depends on how you behave from now on!"

Volume One: A Turn of Fortune

Chapter Five: First Encounter with Cultivation

On his first day at work, someone already had a hold on his little secret, but David Walker didn't feel the least bit unhappy. If all the "secrets" were as beautiful as Emily Smith's hands, he wouldn't mind losing all his hair.

David Walker asked Emily Smith in surprise, "How did you figure it out?" Emily Smith scoffed, "Please! Do you think only men watch adult films?" She let it slip without thinking, and seeing the sly look in David Walker's eyes, Emily Smith became embarrassed and snapped, "What, are men the only ones allowed to watch?"

What she didn't know was that David Walker wasn't laughing at her for watching adult films—he was already fantasizing about watching them together with her, her gentle hands caressing his body...

"By the way, I remember my interview performance was terrible. Why did they still hire me?" David Walker asked. Emily Smith shook her head, "I don't know either. The deputy editor-in-chief had already thrown your file in the trash, but the next morning, he suddenly reversed the decision and told me to find your contact information and let you know to come to work."