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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 63: Lady Yu Comes Online (Bring Your Tickets)_1

People were speaking in increasingly ugly terms.

Ruan Qi, who was closing her eyes to apply foundation, slowly curved her lips into a smile.

Shen Wenqian's face darkened as he glanced at Ruan Qi and then turned to walk to the makeup room door.

Then, he lifted his foot and, bang—a loud noise!

He kicked the door hard.

The door made a massive sound.

Everyone in the photo studio jumped.

The conversation of those people stopped abruptly.

Shen Wenqian snorted coldly and slammed the door shut with force.

After applying her foundation, Ruan Qi stealthily opened one eye and through the mirror, saw Shen Wenqian's sour expression, her eyes brimming with laughter.

"Brother Shen, don't be angry, I'm fine," she said.

Shen Wenqian approached with a stern face.

He glanced at Ruan Qi, casually opened a bottle of juice, inserted a straw, and handed it to her.