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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 353 Ruan Munan is a Moron (Second Update)_1

Commander Xue was a little bewildered after facing great turmoil.

Ruan Qi looked at his expression, and her delicate eyebrows slowly knit together.

"Hey, you don't really plan on having me work as unpaid labor, do you?"

The little girl's peach blossom eyes widened slowly, like a cat ready to puff up its fur at any moment.

Xue Tan: "..."

The towering image of 'Your Dad' in his heart rapidly crumbled.

...

In the end, Xue Tan, who spoke of nothing but code and not money, turned to Xie Ding for help.

Xie Ding prepared a large table of food, then started to haggle with Ruan Qi.

"Xiao Qi," he said as he picked up a rib with the serving chopsticks and placed it in the little girl's bowl, "what do you think would be a fair price for this?"

The little girl unceremoniously ate the rib.

Then she held up five fingers, "Two hours per lesson, four lessons a month, five million."

"!" Xie Ding's hand trembled, and the meatball on his chopsticks rolled off onto the ground.