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!

The temperature of ambiguity kept rising.


Ruan Qi looked at the man's bottomless black eyes, her lashes fluttering like startled butterflies, before finally closing her eyes.


A burning kiss fell upon her, accompanied by the man's heavy breathing.


Xi Jiu wrapped his arms around the young girl's waist, pressing her tightly against his chest, inseparable.


The jarring ringtone burst through the tender atmosphere like the brightest light bulb, showing no mercy.


The young girl startled, her whole body shivering as she accidentally bit down on the man's lips.


Xi Jiu let out a muffled grunt in pain.


"Sorry, sorry," Ruan Qi quickly let go of him, "Jiujiu, are you okay..."


She couldn't even finish her word before she swallowed it back.


His lip was bleeding, torn by such a big bite; only a blind man could shamelessly claim it was okay.


"Jiujiu..." The young girl's eyes reddened with a mix of distress and guilt.


Chapter 662: You Dare to Provoke a Fire in an Old House? (Second Update)_1