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

Ruan Qi felt a mix of emotions, touched yet also somewhat disconcerted.


She set down the satellite phone and grasped Xi Jiu's wrist as she stood up.


"Mr. Xi," the young girl said softly with a blushing face, "there are some things I want to tell you..."


Nie Heng, squatting to the side, pricked up his ears swiftly.


Baby Damai also stopped packing her luggage. 


Even Dahui and Xiaohui sat obediently to one side, their tongues out, watching the two of them.


The young girl, feeling awkward, bit her lip and, like a shy little rabbit, grabbed the man and ran off in a flash.


At the end of the second floor hallway, in the glass conservatory.


Ruan Qi stood in front of the swing, nervously twisting her sleeve.


The glass conservatory was extremely quiet, with only the slow breathing of two people.


Ruan Qi, head bowed and staring at the ground, after a moment, she sneakily lifted her head.


And ran smack into Xi Jiu's deep and tender black eyes.


Chapter 291: Mr. Xi, Wait for Me Three Months (Part 3)_1