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.

*

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!

Ruan Qi's drowsiness had been scared away by the sign.


She looked at the words "Senior Activity Center," her expression utterly puzzled.


Where was the Sect she had been promised?


The young girl blankly turned to Nie Beilou.


Nie Beilou squinted his eyes at that sign, his thin lips letting out a cold snicker after a long while.


Ruan Qi felt a chill run through her body as she rubbed her goosebumped arms. "Master, did we take a wrong turn?"


Nie Beilou flung the corners of his long robe and marched up the steps with an aura of murderous intent.


"I haven't been back for nineteen years; I want to see how these people have messed with my house!"


Nineteen years ago, when Nie Beilou left the Imperial Capital, this building with its triple entranced quadrangle was full of simplicity, grandeur, and cultural depth.


Pushing open the vermilion doors, the meandering sounds of Peking opera sang their way through a doorway.


Chapter 748: This Sect is not serious_1