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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!

Master An · Integral
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Chapter 390: Mediocre Talents, Not Interested (First Update)_1

In a KTV private room, where paper-drunk and money-crazed revelry reigned, the cheering nearly drowned out the music blaring from the speakers.

Gu Feiyang, in a flashy pink shirt, lay on the couch with a cigarette in his mouth, his slightly raised black eyes sweeping indifferently over the men and women in the room.

"Second Young Master Gu," a man with blond hair approached with a giggle, "What are you doing sitting here all by yourself? Come join in the fun. There are some pretty hot chicks today!"

Gu Feiyang glanced at the women who seemed to want to hike their skirts up to their thighs and scoffed lazily.

"Vulgar and tasteless, I'm not interested."

The blond man raised his eyebrows in surprise, "Brother Gu, wasn't this your type before? Have your tastes changed?"

Gu Feiyang slowly blew a smoke ring and said nothing.

Just then, his phone vibrated in his pocket.

Gu Feiyang's long fingers flicked, and the remaining half of the cigarette accurately landed in the ashtray.