Master An

[Sweet, No Abuse, Strong Female Lead, Favored By All!]
When Ruan Qi became famous.
Haters: No matter how pretty, she's undereducated.

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.

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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 Young Master Is My Top Fan!

Mo Lan quickly pressed down on the brake.


Ruan Qi had been completely focused on chatting with Xi Jiu on WeChat and didn't anticipate the sudden predicament. Even though she reacted quickly to protect her head, her knees still hit the dashboard due to inertia.


The young girl hissed in pain but hurried to reassure Mo Lan, "Sister Lan, I'm fine."


Mo Lan looked at the thin layer of denim covering Ruan Qi's legs and recalled the sound of her knees striking the dashboard, her face showing a trace of anger.


She unbuckled her seatbelt, pushed the door open, and stepped out of the car.


The rear end of the white sedan was now dented, and even someone with no knowledge of cars could tell that this was no ordinary fender-bender but rather an intentional collision.


Mo Lan's expression grew cold, her phoenix eyes glinting with chill as she fixed her gaze on the red sports car responsible for the accident.


Chapter 641 I Laugh at Your Mental Illness (Part 1)_1