Master An

[Pet Story, No Abuse, Strong Female Lead, Everyone’s Darling!]
After Ruan Qi became famous.

Haters: No matter how pretty, she lacks culture.

That very afternoon, the most prestigious institution of higher learning in China posted on social media—Let me introduce our youngest doctoral supervisor, Professor Ruan Qi.

Haters: What's the use of hyping up a scholar persona? In the end, she'll still have to bow down to her financial backers.

The next day, Ruan Qi appeared at an international economic conference, with her name tag reading—Chairman of Qimu Pharmaceutical Group.

Haters: Making so much money, not knowing to contribute to the country.

Three days later, an official news release—A new model of nuclear submarine is launched, thanks to Chief Designer Ruan Qi and all the research and development members!

Haters: ...

Can't afford to provoke, goodbye.

*

After getting married, a reporter asked Xi Jiu: Ninth Master, how did you manage to pursue the Goddess Ruan?

Xi Jiu quietly flipped open a diary.

Diary of Chasing My Wife:

1. Vote for my baby in rankings.

2. Cast votes for my baby.

3. Support my baby.

4. Buy out all the tickets for my baby’s movies.

5. Join my baby's fan club.

…As everyone knows, the Goddess Ruan has a universe-level wealthy hardcore fan—Ninth Master Xi, Xi Jiu!

The Destiny of Chasing Wife

Lin Jian's fans fought with astonishing vigor, while the Cotton Candy fans were eager but powerless, helplessly watching as insults towards Ruan Qi dominated the entire Weibo.


In Imperial University Graduate Dormitory 108, three girls sat in front of a computer, using their feeble strength to fight against Lin Jian's tens of millions of fans.


"Crap!" Qin Qingdi could no longer endure, punching the desk.


She irritably ruffled her short hair into a bird's nest and grabbed her phone.


"Damn it, I'm gonna hire a Fake Account Army and cuss those bastards out!"


"Lin Jian has too many fans." Li Jing, who lived in the bed across from Ruan Qi, massaged her sore hands, "Imagine how many fake accounts we'd need to turn this situation around."


Chapter 102 Xi's Public Relations Department_1