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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 · Général
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Chapter 288: Wen Lu Gets a Figurative Slap in the Face (Part 4)_1

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Nie Heng, who was eavesdropping on the guest room door, couldn't help but let out a 'pu chi' as he laughed.

"Nan Ge has such a venomous tongue," he said with unabashed schadenfreude, "serves that Wen Lu right!"

Wen Lu didn't expect that Ruan Munan would speak like that in front of her, and for a moment she found it hard to save face.

She took a deep breath and picked up several shopping bags at her feet.

"Xiao Qi, my mom lost her temper the other day and misspoke. My grandfather has already scolded her. This is a little apology from our family, and I hope you can accept it."

Ruan Qi lifted her eyelids and glanced at the shopping bags.

They were filled with nourishments, and one of them was a handbag from a brand that should cost around fifty thousand yuan.

"Just these things, and you call it an apology?" Bai Li couldn't help mocking in the System, "The sofa she's sitting on is worth more than that bag! Didn't they say she's a high-society pianist? Why is she so stingy?"