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 was surrounded by a group of old men and women, and the topic of discussion quickly jumped from "Xiao Qi is so pretty" to "Xiao Qi, let me set you up with someone."


The leap in topic was quite big, leaving Ruan Qi completely baffled, with her head buzzing as if a thousand mosquitoes were flying around her ears.


Struggling, she turned her head and looked pathetically at her master.


Nie Beilou glanced at her indifferently, silently sipped his tea, and placed the teacup back on the table with his well-defined hand.


The sound wasn't loud, but it struck everyone like a thunderbolt, making their scalps tingle.


The old men and women gathered around Ruan Qi instantly dispersed, once again standing in line like quails, quiet as chickens.


Ruan Qi let out a small sigh of relief and turned to look at the two men who had come in with Fong Zhao.


One was a small old man with half-white hair, tiger-like eyes shining brightly, wearing an old man's shirt.


Chapter 750: The Fellow Senior Brother is a Bit Cruel_1