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The Young Master Is My Top Fan!

[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!

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Chapter 372: Ruan Xiaoqi Composes the Theme Song? (First Update)_1

Ruan Qi's movement paused as she pushed the door.

"..."

Hearing others speak ill of her was quite embarrassing.

Should she close the door, wait for them to finish, and then go in?

The young girl nodded to herself, thinking it was a good idea.

She tiptoed back a step, ready to close the door, when Feng Qin's voice suddenly came through.

"Miss Ruan, don't stand at the door, come in."

Ruan Qi's action stiffened.

She looked up and saw all the eyes in the conference room fixed on her.

Ruan Qi: "..."

President Feng, do you believe I'll jump up and give you a pounding?!

Grumbling in her heart, the young girl pushed the conference room door wide open and shot Feng Qin a glare.

Fierce!

Feng Qin, sitting at the head of the conference table, caught the girl's wrath in his dark eyes, a hint of amusement flickering through them.

He adjusted his glasses, stood up, and walked over to her.