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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 · 综合
分數不夠
619 Chs

Chapter 162: Poor Quality of Wine_1

Brother?!

Shen Wenqian's eyes widened in shock.

He was Ruan Qi's biological brother, Ruan Munan?!

Shen Wenqian had long seen photos of Ruan Munan on Ruan Qi's phone, but when they met just now, he had not recognized him at all.

In the photos, Ruan Munan was a handsome man as gentle as jade with eyes full of indulgence for his sister.

But when he kicked in the door, the domineering aura and sternness made Shen Wenqian gasp for breath.

Such a terrifying presence, Shen Wenqian had only seen in one person—Xi Jiu.

Shen Wenqian was frightened; he instinctively touched his hairline, turning his gaze to Ruan Qi, who was acting spoiled with Ruan Munan.

The young girl was snivelling and grabbing at the man's sleeve.

"Brother, there are bad people bullying me..."

The young girl's tone was brimming with grievance, squeezing out a few teardrops from her beautiful peach blossom eyes.