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!

Amidst the screams of passersby, Ruan Qi lay spread-eagled on the car roof, clinging tightly to the vehicle like a gecko.


She took off her mask and methodically wrapped it around her fist.


A loud noise erupted as her small pink fist smashed the car roof with the force of a landslide, leaving a huge dent!


The people inside the car trembled with fright, their driver's foot on the accelerator turning limp.


The twisted metal of the car roof now faintly showed a crack.


Before the people inside could react, a third, even more terrifying, bang exploded like a bolt from the blue.


A small fist wrapped in a pink mask forced its way through the hole, striking terror into the occupants as if it were the hammer of the Grim Reaper, turning their faces ashen.


"Stop the car, or die," the girl's icy voice came through the torn roof, chilling everyone to the bone.


Chapter 643: Smash the Car Roof with Three Punches (Part 3)_1