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 Miracle Doctor Chapter 551

Ye Qiu’s heart raced.

He realised that the true qi he’d cultivated might very well be the legendary innate true qi.

“Third Uncle, how much more do you know about innate true qi?” Ye Qiu pressed.

Ye Wudi shook his head. “I’ve only heard that innate true qi is infinitely mysterious. As for what makes it so, I don’t know. After all, no one’s ever cultivated it.”

Ye Qiu asked again, “Can the true qi you’ve cultivated heal injuries in a short time?”

“No,” Ye Wudi replied. “Our true qi is similar to inner strength—it boosts combat power, extends lifespan, and marks someone as a martial powerhouse. Healing injuries quickly? That’s something only pills can do, and not just any pills—only rare ones like the Great Restoration Pill.”

“Oh, why do you ask?”

After posing the question, Ye Wudi suddenly recalled how Ye Qiu had asked him to strike earlier. Ye Qiu hadn’t fought back, taking the hit deliberately, yet emerged unscathed.

Ye Wudi’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Could it be…?”

Ye Qiu nodded. “The true qi in my body can heal injuries—and fast. It’s far better than the Great Restoration Pill Master Longbrow gave me.”

What!

Ye Wudi was floored, urgently asking, “I hit you with seventy percent of my strength. How long did it take you to recover?”

“One minute.”

Ye Wudi pressed further, “Besides healing, does your true qi have other effects?”

“It flows endlessly in my body. I don’t even need to circulate it—it runs on its own.”

Innate true qi!

Ye Wudi’s mind reeled, speechless for a long moment.

After a while, he finally quelled his shock. “I always thought innate true qi was a myth. To think it’s real—and cultivated by you, of all people.”

“Ye Qiu, does anyone else know you’ve cultivated innate true qi?”

Ye Qiu shook his head.

“Good. Don’t tell anyone—especially not the Forbidden City. If they find out, they’ll stop at nothing to eliminate you.”

Innate true qi was the holy grail of martial artists.

Legend had it that whoever cultivated it could reach the pinnacle of martial arts.

If Ye Qiu grew unimpeded, he’d become a supreme master, a massive threat to the Forbidden City. Should they learn of his innate true qi, they’d spare no effort to crush him in his infancy.

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone,” Ye Qiu assured. “If you weren’t my Third Uncle, I wouldn’t have told you either.”

Ye Wudi grinned at that. “Good to know you’ve got some conscience, recognising who’s family.”

Ye Qiu smiled, then added, “Third Uncle, aside from healing, my true qi doesn’t seem to do much else.”

Ye Wudi mused, “They say innate true qi holds endless wonders. Give it time—with deeper understanding, you’ll uncover its uses. By the way, do you know about external true qi projection?”

Ye Qiu blinked. “What’s that?”

“External true qi projection…” Ye Wudi decided to demonstrate. Clenching his right fist, a stream of qi soon enveloped it.

“Touch it with your finger—gently,” he instructed.

Ye Qiu extended a finger and pressed lightly. The moment he touched the qi, he staggered back five or six steps.

So strong!

Shock filled Ye Qiu’s eyes.

This was just true qi’s power—Ye Wudi hadn’t even attacked. A full strike might’ve killed him outright.

Ye Wudi explained, “That’s external true qi projection. At a certain level, you can channel true qi into your fists, feet, or weapons. At its peak, you can wield it freely, releasing it from every pore of your body. Few in the world can do that today.”

Ye Qiu got it.

In simple terms, it was using true qi like inner strength, but with far greater destructive force.

“Third Uncle, how do I project true qi?” Ye Qiu asked eagerly.

“You’ll need to figure that out yourself,” Ye Wudi said.

Ye Qiu paused. “That’s it?”

“It sounds simple, but it’s not,” Ye Wudi replied. “It took me three years to grasp it. Your uncle was the most gifted martial artist I’ve ever seen, aside from you. He mastered it in a year. You’re in your twenties and already have innate true qi—that’s monstrous. Don’t rush. With your talent, maybe a year or so…”

He trailed off, stunned.

A layer of qi now wrapped Ye Qiu’s fist.

True qi projection!

Ye Wudi thought he was seeing things. He rubbed his eyes. Nope—there it was, qi swirling around Ye Qiu’s fist.

“How’d you do that?” he blurted.

Ye Qiu shrugged. “I just pushed the true qi to my fist like I would inner strength, and it came out.”

That worked?

Ye Wudi gaped.

He’d tried that method before—nothing. How had Ye Qiu pulled it off so effortlessly?

Maybe it was a fluke?

Ye Wudi reached out, pressing a finger against Ye Qiu’s fist.

Boom!

He was flung back two zhang, flipping twice in mid-air before landing steadily, his face a mask of shock.

“It’s real true qi projection—damn it!” Ye Wudi couldn’t help but swear.

Three years for him; mere moments for Ye Qiu. The comparison stung.

Then, Ye Qiu unclenched his fist and pointed out the window.

Whoosh!

The true qi morphed into a sharp sword qi, slicing through the air.

Crack! A basin-thick tree in the courtyard, thirty meters away, snapped in half.

“Six Meridians Divine Sword!”

Ye Wudi recognised the move instantly, awe and frustration warring within him. His martial genius felt utterly eclipsed by Ye Qiu.

“You’re a freak!” he grumbled, slumping into a chair and gulping tea.

“Third Uncle, one last question,” Ye Qiu said. “Where does my father rank on the Divine List?”

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Ye Qiu had always been curious about where his father, Ye Wushuang, ranked on the Divine List.

He’d once heard Qian Jinglan say that Ye Wushuang was the world’s top martial artist, yet his name wasn’t on the Dragon List. That left only one possibility: the Divine List.

But to his shock, Ye Wudi answered, “Your father isn’t on the Divine List.”

“Not on it?” Ye Qiu was taken aback. “With my father’s strength, he couldn’t make the list?”

Ye Wudi shook his head. “No, it’s not that. With his strength, he could absolutely rank.”

“Then why isn’t he listed?” Ye Qiu pressed, confused.

Ye Wudi grinned. “Because the last Divine List was compiled by him.”

Holy crap!

Ye Qiu was floored.

“The Forbidden City wants your father dead not just for that map,” Ye Wudi explained, “but because his power posed a grave threat. He once fought their Dragon One.”

“Who won?” Ye Qiu asked eagerly.

“Your father narrowly won by half a move.”

Boom!

Ye Qiu’s mind reeled.

The Forbidden City was a den of old monsters—the youngest over seventy, and Dragon One, over a century old, was a peerless master.

Yet he’d lost to Ye Wushuang.

“You never saw your father in his prime, so you can’t fathom his might,” Ye Wudi said. “When he was around, he terrified everyone. The Forbidden City prided itself on its masters, looking down on the world. Dragon One was their god—yet he couldn’t beat your father.”

“Your father was young then, his future limitless. That scared the Forbidden City—they feared he’d grow strong enough to wipe them out. Even the capital’s great families trembled. With your grandfather in power and your father shining like the sun, no one dared challenge the Ye family.”

“His peers felt despair—many believed they’d never surpass him in their lifetime. Including me!”

Ye Wudi chuckled wryly. “I envied and resented his strength. When he was around, every young talent in the capital—myself included—was crushed by his brilliance. If he was the moon in the sky, we were fireflies on the ground. How could fireflies rival the moonlight?”

He fixed his gaze on Ye Qiu. “I see his shadow in you. In a few years, you might shine just as brightly. Keep pushing, Ye Qiu!”

The words struck Ye Qiu deeply. He realised how far he had to go to match Ye Wushuang.

“Is Dragon One number one on the Divine List?” Ye Qiu asked.

Ye Wudi nodded slightly. “Yes. Your father was fair with the rankings. Dragon One’s over a hundred, his cultivation immense.”

“Third Uncle, if you faced Dragon One now, what are your odds?”

Ye Qiu wanted to gauge Dragon One’s true power.

“None,” Ye Wudi said flatly.

“No way!” Ye Qiu’s jaw dropped.

Ye Wudi gave a bitter smile. “The Divine List’s top spot is the pinnacle of martial arts. Against Dragon One, I wouldn’t just lose—I might not even last ten moves.”

Ye Qiu was speechless.

“The Divine List, like the Dragon List, has a huge gap between the top five and the bottom five—and even between first, second, and third,” Ye Wudi continued. “Back in the Dragon List contest, Master Longbrow and the Wudang sect leader together couldn’t block Xiao Jiu’s three moves.”

“So, is there anyone alive who can stop Dragon One?” Ye Qiu asked.

“Of everyone I know, only three,” Ye Wudi replied.

“The first was your father, but he’s gone.”

“The second is Master Kongjian of Dali’s Tianlong Temple.”

Ye Wudi elaborated, “Kongjian’s a monk of profound Buddhist mastery and a martial grandmaster. He’s learned thirty-six of Buddhism’s seventy-two ultimate techniques, including three swords of the Six Meridians Divine Sword. He could absolutely hold off Dragon One. But he’s a transcendent monk, detached from worldly strife—he doesn’t fight unless he must.”

“Years ago, Dragon One and the Forbidden City crew went to Tianlong Temple to force Kongjian to hand over the Six Meridians sword manual. They failed but struck a deal: the Forbidden City leaves Tianlong Temple alone, and Kongjian never sets foot in the capital in his lifetime.”

Great.

Ye Qiu had hoped to visit Tianlong Temple and enlist Kongjian against the Forbidden City. That plan was dead.

“Who’s the third person who can stop Dragon One?” he asked.

Ye Wudi’s face grew unprecedentedly grave. “He vanished fifty years ago—no word since. No one knows if he’s alive. His existence is why the Forbidden City acts so arrogantly, fearing no one.”

“I hope he’s dead. If not, even if we take down the Forbidden City, we’re all doomed.”

Ye Qiu was both stunned and curious. “Who is he?”

“You don’t need to know,” Ye Wudi said sternly. “Just understand he’s an enemy, not a friend.”

He continued, “The War God and I predict the Forbidden City will emerge within three years. When they do, it’ll be a fight to the death. We need to boost our strength fast.”

“Ye Qiu, since you’ve cultivated innate true qi, keep at it—break through again soon. I saw you use the Six Meridians Divine Sword—Master Du’e must’ve taught you. Visit Tianlong Temple when you can. Master the full technique, and with Kongjian’s guidance, you might be the one to stop Dragon One in that final battle.”

Ye Qiu nodded. “Don’t worry, Third Uncle. I’ll train hard.”

“Good. I won’t keep you—I’ve got a flight tonight. Need to pack.”

Ye Wudi stood, hefting his Great Xia Dragon Sparrow, and headed out.

At the door, he paused and turned back. “The old man asked me to pass on a message.”

“What’s that?”

“Find time to meet and chat with Old Tang’s granddaughter.”

Old Tang—the top leader.

Wait, what?

A blind date?

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The following day.

At ten in the morning, Capital Airport.

A passenger plane from the capital to Jiangzhou was due to take off in five minutes.

Bai Bing apologised to Ye Qiu, “Sorry, I booked the tickets too late. There were no seats left in first class or business class.”

Ye Qiu held her hand and smiled, “No bother. As long as I’m with you, any seat will do.”

Hearing this, Bai Bing felt as if she’d tasted honey.

“What’s the plan for Grandpa?” Ye Qiu asked.

Bai Bing replied with a hint of helplessness, “Grandpa doesn’t want to go home, nor does he want to come with me to Jiangzhou, so I had to ask Old Tang for help. He’s arranged for Grandpa to stay at the Capital Military District Sanatorium.”

Ye Qiu nodded, “That’s a good shout. If he went home alone, he’d likely feel lonely. The sanatorium has plenty of retired old cadres—General Bai can chat with them, play some chess, and perhaps feel a bit cheerier.”

“Mm,” Bai Bing agreed. “When I’ve got a moment, I’ll pop back to the capital to see him.”

As the scheduled takeoff time approached, the plane remained on the ground.

Passengers began to mutter:

“What’s going on?”

“It’s time—why aren’t we off yet?”

“I’m in a rush here.”

Just then, a uniformed air hostess entered the cabin, her face adorned with a professional smile. “Dear passengers, apologies, but we’re waiting for one more passenger who hasn’t boarded, so we can’t take off just yet.”

Ye Qiu glanced at the seat beside him.

Their row had three seats, and the one by the aisle next to him was empty—clearly meant for the tardy passenger.

The grumbling grew louder.

“Is it fair to make all of us wait for one person?”

“No sense of time—why even bother flying?”

“What rotten luck to be on this flight.”

The hostess continued, “This passenger is a VIP client of our airline, so per our policy, we must wait for them. I know this might delay you a bit, and to earn your understanding, we’ve prepared some snacks and drinks. They’ll be handed out shortly. Thank you for your patience.”

About five minutes later, the snacks were distributed—each passenger received a piece of bread and a bottle of milk.

It calmed the crowd down.

But after another forty minutes, the missing passenger still hadn’t arrived, and the others grew restless again.

Ye Qiu furrowed his brow slightly. He wasn’t pressed for time, but delaying takeoff this long for one person seemed a tad unreasonable.

Noticing his displeasure, Bai Bing quickly changed the subject. “Does Lin Jingzhi know you’re heading back?”

Ye Qiu shook his head. “Lin Sis hasn’t a clue yet.”

“Planning to surprise her, then have a little ‘absence makes the heart grow fonder’ moment tonight?” Bai Bing gave him a sidelong glance, a touch of displeasure in her tone.

“What’s this, Ice Sis—jealous?” Ye Qiu teased.

“Not in the slightest.”

“Oh, come off it—your lips are all pouty, and you say you’re not.” Ye Qiu slipped an arm around her waist and whispered in her ear, “You’re spot on—I’m planning a reunion with Lin Sis. If you’re not fussed, you could join us~”

“In your dreams!” Bai Bing huffed with a playful snort.

As they chatted, the passengers started arguing with the crew.

“What’s the holdup? Where’s this passenger?”

“We’ve been waiting nearly an hour!”

“They’re a VIP—what, we’re not?”

“If we don’t take off soon, I’ll lodge a complaint against this crew!”

Just then, the chief purser walked in with a woman in tow.

“Sorry for keeping you all waiting,” she said. “The passenger has arrived.”

“Miss Jin, this is your seat,” she added, pointing to the spot next to Ye Qiu.

The woman wore a long trench coat, hat, sunglasses, and mask, covering her face entirely. Ignoring the purser, she moved to sit, only to pause as the passengers’ discontent reached her ears:

“What’s this about—making all of us wait for her alone? That’s outrageous.”

“Too right.”

“What a bloody nuisance.”

“Who’re you calling a nuisance?” she snapped, yanking off her sunglasses.

In an instant, a striking face came into view—delicate features, heavy makeup, and an air of superiority.

As she spoke, she shed her trench coat, revealing a daringly short dress beneath. The neckline plunged almost to her navel, exposing vast stretches of pale skin and an impressive figure. The skirt, no more than thirty centimeters long, was paired with stockings and black high heels, making her legs look endlessly long and straight.

“Blimey, it’s Jin Lingling!”

“No wonder they held the plane for one person—it’s Jin Lingling!”

“She’s truly Hua Nation’s top宅男女神—her figure’s enough to give you a nosebleed.”

“Spot on—her body’s unreal. I reckon she grew up on melons.”

“Fancy seeing a celeb in economy—I’ve got to snap a photo with her.”

The once-disgruntled passengers flipped their tune upon recognising her.

The men, especially, stared intently, practically peeling her clothes off with their eyes.

Jin Lingling was off to Jiangzhou for a new beauty shop endorsement. With her fame and status, she usually travelled first class, but this rushed job left her assistant with only economy seats. She’d been fuming—nearly called it off—but the ten-million-yuan fee persuaded her.

Seeing the stunned looks around her, her mood finally perked up. As a celebrity, she thrived on being adored.

Soon, people flocked to her for photos. Some dodgy blokes snuck shots of her chest and legs with their phones. She noticed but didn’t mind—instead, she posed closer with a few, playing to her宅男 fanbase. They were over the moon, instantly turning into die-hard fans.

A few minutes later, she settled into her seat.

“Hello, could you—” Ye Qiu began.

Jin Lingling flashed a dazzling smile. “You want a photo with me, don’t you? Go on then.”

Ye Qiu rubbed his nose. “Actually—”

Unbeknownst to him, she took his gesture as a fan’s nervous tic upon meeting their idol.

“No need to be shy! Whip out your phone—I’ll take it for you. I’m ace at photos~” she chirped.

“Er—sorry, I meant to ask if you could shift a bit. I need to pop to the loo.”

Her face turned beetroot red in an instant.

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Jin Lingling’s face turned bright red, she quickly stood up and stepped aside.

Ye Qiu nodded and walked towards the bathroom.

He didn’t notice that Jin Lingling’s expression behind him was very unpleasant, filled with anger, embarrassment, and frustration.

At that moment, Jin Lingling wished she could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

Since her debut, she had never done anything so humiliating, and thinking about how she had just made a fool of herself, she felt furious inside.

Moreover, Ye Qiu’s voice wasn’t quiet, at least the passengers in the rows ahead and behind could hear him clearly.

“He must have done it on purpose.”

Jin Lingling was extremely annoyed and shot a fierce glare at Ye Qiu’s back.

She believed that, with her figure and fame, few men in China wouldn’t recognise her, and Ye Qiu must be deliberately teasing her.

At this thought, Jin Lingling grew even angrier.

“A little nobody dares to mess with me? He really doesn’t know his place.”

“I can’t swallow this insult.”

“I’ll make him lose face too.”

Jin Lingling secretly clenched her fists.

For a celebrity, face was everything.

Jin Lingling’s eyes shifted and suddenly landed on Bai Bing, causing her to freeze for a moment.

She had been so busy taking photos with passengers earlier that she hadn’t noticed the people around her, and it was only now that she saw Bai Bing.

When she took in Bai Bing’s face and figure, Jin Lingling’s heart jolted with shock.

Stunning.

She was absolutely stunning!

Then, jealousy crept in.

Jin Lingling knew very well that a big part of why she had become a goddess to so many men was her sensational figure.

Outsiders didn’t know, but she was fully aware that her figure was so perfect because, before her debut, she had undergone a complete makeover at a top beauty clinic in South Korea, including a nose job, lip fillers, liposuction, hyaluronic acid injections, and silicone implants.

Even now, Jin Lingling would disappear from the public eye for a while each year, claiming it was a holiday, when in reality she was visiting the South Korean clinic for touch-ups.

Looking at Bai Bing in front of her, Jin Lingling’s heart brimmed with envy.

“How can there be someone this beautiful in the world?”

“She’s so gorgeous, with an amazing figure and incredible presence, and she hasn’t even had any work done, it’s unbelievable.”

“If I were her, I wouldn’t have to spend millions every year on touch-ups.”

“Wait, didn’t this woman just seem to be chatting with that guy? Are they together?”

With this thought, Jin Lingling plopped down in the seat next to Bai Bing.

“Hello, excuse me, could you move? This is my boyfriend’s seat,” Bai Bing said coldly.

She didn’t soften her tone just because Jin Lingling was a big star.

Bai Bing didn’t follow celebrities, she was a doctor who pursued scientific truth.

Besides, in her eyes, a female star like Jin Lingling, who flaunted so much skin, was no different from someone selling their body.

“Hi, let me introduce myself, I’m Jin Lingling.”

Seeing no reaction from Bai Bing, Jin Lingling continued, “Here’s the thing, I think you’re quite pretty, and you’ve got a great figure. I’d like to bring you into the entertainment industry, what do you say?”

For most girls, hearing a big celebrity personally offer such an opportunity would send them into a frenzy of excitement.

But Bai Bing remained unmoved.

“Not interested,” Bai Bing replied, her expression icy.

“Don’t you want to be famous? Once a woman becomes famous, she can meet all sorts of outstanding men, someone like that guy earlier isn’t even worthy of you…”

“Don’t badmouth my boyfriend,” Bai Bing cut her off coldly before she could finish, “In this world, no man is more outstanding than my boyfriend.”

Jin Lingling burst out laughing, “You only say that because you haven’t met enough men. Let me tell you, once you’re in the entertainment industry, rich heirs and second-generation officials will do anything to get to know you.”

Bai Bing grew a bit irritated and suddenly asked, “I won’t join the entertainment industry, do you know why?”

“Why?” Jin Lingling asked, somewhat curious.

“Because it’s dirty!”

Dirty?

Hearing that word, Jin Lingling was furious.

“We’re not the same kind of people, we’ve got nothing in common. You’re sitting in my boyfriend’s seat right now, please move,” Bai Bing said frostily.

Jin Lingling was seething inside.

“What’s so great about having a bit of beauty?”

Just then, Ye Qiu returned.

“Miss Jin, excuse me, you’re in my seat,” Ye Qiu said.

He does know who I am.

Hearing Ye Qiu address her by name, Jin Lingling felt another surge of anger, if he knows me, why did he still embarrass me?

Hmph!

Jin Lingling let out a cold snort, pretending not to hear.

Ye Qiu was a bit puzzled, it seemed this big star had some issue with him, but he didn’t think he’d offended her.

“Miss Jin, excuse me, you’re in my seat,” Ye Qiu repeated.

“So what if I’m in your seat? Let me tell you, me sitting here is me doing you a favour, don’t be ungrateful,” Jin Lingling snapped rudely.

Ye Qiu frowned.

But since she was a woman, he didn’t plan to make a fuss. Besides, she’d even offered to take a photo with him earlier, which seemed friendly enough.

“Miss Jin, I’m a bit tired, could you please move? I’d like to rest,” Ye Qiu said politely.

“Are you annoyed or what? Do you think you’re the only one who’s tired? Do you know what I do all day? Let me tell you, I work over twenty hours a day, filming ads, shooting movies, appearing on variety shows, are you more tired than me? What’s wrong with me resting in your seat? Are you even a man? Don’t you know how to care for women?”

As soon as Jin Lingling said this, she gained support from several people.

“Yeah, Miss Jin works so hard, she’s been churning out several films a year since her debut.”

“Exactly, I saw in the news a few days ago that Miss Jin fainted from exhaustion while shooting an ad and was in the hospital for days.”

“They say Andy Lau, one of the Four Heavenly Kings, is a workaholic, but compared to Miss Jin, he’s nothing, she’s the real workhorse of the entertainment industry.”

After sympathising with Jin Lingling, these people turned on Ye Qiu.

“Miss Jin is the dream goddess of countless people, her sitting in your seat is like your ancestors’ graves smoking with luck.”

“Yeah, how tired can a grown man be?”

“Don’t you know how to cherish a lady?”

Hearing the passengers around her, Jin Lingling’s lips curled into a smile, she lifted her chin and looked at Ye Qiu smugly.

“Miss Jin, excuse me, this is my seat,” Ye Qiu said, his tone growing colder.

“No.”

“You really won’t move?” Ye Qiu said flatly, “Don’t regret it.”

Jin Lingling, emboldened by her celebrity status, was fearless, “I won’t move, what can you do about it?”

Slap!

Ye Qiu slapped Jin Lingling across the face.

“Ah!” Jin Lingling shrieked, and instantly, a bright red handprint appeared on her cheek.

“You dare hit me?” Jin Lingling clutched her face, staring at Ye Qiu in disbelief.

Since her debut, this was the first time anyone had slapped her, it was an utter humiliation.

The worst part was that the guy who hit her was dressed plainly, not at all like some rich heir or official’s son.

“Just a minor celebrity, what’s so great about you?” Ye Qiu snapped harshly, “Get out of my seat now, or I’ll hit you again.”

Jin Lingling fumed, “Hit me again if you dare!”

Slap!

Sure enough, Ye Qiu slapped her across the face once more.

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A crisp slap echoed through the entire cabin.

In an instant, silence fell.

“I’ll say it again—get off my seat,” Ye Qiu barked impatiently.

“I’m staying right here today. If you’ve got the guts, kill me,” Jin Lingling shot back.

“As a celebrity, you lack even basic manners. Do you deserve to be a star? Since you won’t take the polite option, fine—I’ll give you the hard one.”

With that, Ye Qiu grabbed Jin Lingling and flung her out.

*Crash!*

Her body hit the floor, and she let out a shrill scream.

The surrounding passengers were gobsmacked.

No one expected Ye Qiu to actually slap Jin Lingling.

This was Jin Lingling—the宅男女神—getting hit like that. Outrageous.

The men who’d taken photos with her earlier sprang up, rushing to help her to her feet.

Seeing allies, Jin Lingling turned on the waterworks, sobbing to them, “Big brothers, help me out here—is this justice? I just sat in his seat for a bit, and he hits me. Is that even manly? If you stand up for me, I’ll treat you all to dinner after we land. Plus, I’ll give you a set of my photo collection—the really private ones~”

Private photos?

The men’s eyes lit up like they’d taken a hit of something, faces flushing with excitement.

They quickly surrounded Ye Qiu.

“Mate, you hit a woman? Where’s your gentlemanly honour?”

“Apologise to Miss Jin right now.”

“Or we won’t go easy on you.”

“Go easy on me?” Ye Qiu glanced at the three blokes, scoffing, “You lot think you can touch me? Don’t know what’s good for you, do you?”

“Bloody hell, so cocky—get him!”

The three charged.

But before they could even graze his clothes, they were sent flying.

Less than a second.

What?

Jin Lingling’s jaw dropped. Not just her—the other passengers were stunned by Ye Qiu’s moves.

Little did they know, Ye Qiu wasn’t some ordinary chap—he was a top-tier master.

Had he not held back, that strike would’ve killed all three on the spot.

Nearby, a few young girls whispered among themselves.

“Blimey, that lad’s moves are unreal. Even Bruce Lee alive might not take him.”

“He’s way fitter than Bruce Lee. If he did films, he’d be the hottest kung fu star.”

“If he were my boyfriend, no one’d dare mess with me—talk about feeling safe~”

“Miao Miao, you’re lovesick again…”

Jin Lingling overheard and fumed.

Are you lot blind?

He’s skinny as a rake—what safety?

She glared at the three men Ye Qiu had floored, her anger boiling over.

Three against one, and they still lost—useless!

Ye Qiu plopped back into his seat with a swagger.

Jin Lingling, still livid, shouted, “Chief purser! Chief purser!”

Soon, the chief purser approached.

“Miss Jin, how may I assist you?” she asked politely.

Pointing at Ye Qiu, Jin Lingling demanded, “He hit me—get him under control!”

The purser noticed the slap mark on Jin Lingling’s face, then turned to Ye Qiu. “Sir, did you strike Miss Jin?”

“Yep, I slapped her,” Ye Qiu admitted. “She wouldn’t get out of my seat.”

The purser frowned. “Sir, please come with me. Regardless of the reason, hitting someone isn’t right.”

“Don’t bother me—I’m with my girlfriend,” Ye Qiu brushed her off.

The purser spoke quietly into her walkie-talkie. Moments later, two uniformed male air marshals arrived.

Seeing them, Jin Lingling’s confidence surged. She yelled at Ye Qiu, “You little twerp, weren’t you all high and mighty? Try that now!”

“Idiot,” Ye Qiu muttered.

“Look at him—he hit me and now he’s insulting me! Arrest him!” Jin Lingling urged.

“Sir, please come with us,” the purser repeated.

Ye Qiu didn’t bother arguing. He pulled out his ID and tossed it to her.

The purser didn’t recognise the Hades Hall credentials, but flipping it open, she saw “Colonel” under rank. Her expression shifted.

Years on the job had sharpened her eye. A young colonel like Ye Qiu? He had to be someone big—otherwise, he wouldn’t dare slap a celebrity so casually.

“Still want me to come with you?” Ye Qiu asked coldly.

“Sorry for the disturbance, sir,” the purser said respectfully, handing back his ID. Turning to Jin Lingling, she added, “Miss Jin, shall I find you another seat?”

“What’s that supposed to mean? You’re not arresting him? I’ll complain about you!” Jin Lingling snapped.

“Miss Jin, if you’re unhappy, feel free to complain. Do you still need a new seat?”

Jin Lingling blinked, thrown off.

The crew were usually so accommodating—why the hard line today? Something was off.

Could this kid have some serious backing?

After three seconds of thought, she relented.

“I want a new seat.” Glaring at Ye Qiu, she hissed, “You wait—once we’re in Jiangzhou, I’ll sort you out.”

Ye Qiu smirked.

What a fool. Jiangzhou’s my turf—who’s sorting out whom?

Finally, the cabin quieted down.

Bai Bing whispered to Ye Qiu, “You shouldn’t have hit her. Jin Lingling’s the宅男女神, a top-tier celeb with a massive, rabid fanbase. If they find out, they might come after you.”

“Hmph, let them try. I’m not scared. She’d best not cross me again, or I’ll make her regret it for life.”

Ye Qiu continued, “I don’t get it—how does a woman like Jin Lingling, all flash and no substance, have so many fans?”

“You wouldn’t understand. Today’s stars, especially the big ones, have hordes of obsessive fans who’d do anything for their idols.”

Ye Qiu sighed deeply.

“Some people, at eighteen, spill their blood on the nation’s borders, giving their young, precious lives. Others, at eighteen, chase stars with no limits or shame, forgetting the hardships our ancestors endured.”

“Nowadays, being an entertainment star’s the easiest gig—no licence needed, no papers to write, no qualifications to check. Some don’t even have basic principles, morals, or culture. What right do they have to influence teens still forming their values?”

“I reckon the real stars for today’s youth should be medics, border heroes, drug-busting coppers, firefighters, scientists, astronauts, Olympians, volunteer teachers, and poverty fighters.”

“Entertainment ruling everything shouldn’t be this era’s vibe. Those talentless, topic-hogging celebs will get weeded out eventually.”

“Mark my words—the entertainment industry’s due for a reckoning!”

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2:00 p.m.

The plane landed at Jiangzhou Airport.

Ye Qiu and Bai Bing stepped out of the terminal and waited outside for a bit. Soon, a Mercedes sedan pulled up in front of them.

The door opened, and Han Long stepped out.

“Boss, Sis-in-law.”

Han Long greeted them with a grin.

Bai Bing felt a tad embarrassed. While Han Long was busy loading their luggage, she pinched Ye Qiu’s waist.

Hiss—

Ye Qiu sucked in a sharp breath from the pain. “Ice Sis, why’d you pinch me?”

“Did you tell him to call me that?” Bai Bing asked, glaring at him.

“I swear on heaven and earth, I didn’t instruct him to do that.”

“Then why’s he calling me ‘Sis-in-law’?”

“Don’t you like it? I can tell him to drop it if you want.”

“No!” Bai Bing said quickly. “He’s already called it, so let’s just stick with it.”

Here I thought you didn’t like it—what’s with the act?

Ye Qiu chuckled to himself.

“Boss, Sis-in-law, let’s go!” Han Long opened the back door, and Ye Qiu and Bai Bing slid in.

As the car started moving, Ye Qiu glanced out the window and caught sight of Jin Lingling.

The woman was climbing into a Mercedes RV.

License plate: Jiang A55555.

“Huh, I’ve never seen that plate around Jiangzhou before. Could it be some big shot’s ride?”

Ye Qiu’s curiosity was piqued.

Jiangzhou’s notable figures—whether he knew them personally or not—he at least had some vague awareness of. But this Mercedes RV? Completely unfamiliar.

“What are you looking at?” Bai Bing asked, noticing him staring out the window.

“Nothing. Let’s go.”

Half an hour later, Bai Bing was home.

Han Long helped carry the luggage into her place. Seeing the dust that had settled inside, he said, “Sis-in-law, you and Boss head out for a bit. I’ll grab a few lads to come over and spruce the place up.”

“Thanks for the trouble,” Bai Bing said with a slight smile, then turned to Ye Qiu. “What’re you up to now?”

“Heading home.”

“I’ll come with you. I want to see Auntie.”

“Sure. It’s been a while—she’ll definitely be chuffed to see you.”

Ye Qiu took Bai Bing back to his place.

Sure enough, Qian Jinglan was over the moon to see Bai Bing. When she heard Bai Bing had transferred to Jiangzhou, her grin grew even wider.

“Ice Sis, why don’t you stay here this afternoon and rest? Then have dinner with Mum tonight. I’ve got to step out for a bit,” Ye Qiu said.

“Where are you off to? To see Lin Jingzhi, is it?” Bai Bing asked, her face icing over.

“Nah, I’m popping by the hospital. Been away for days—got no clue what’s going on in the department.”

Ye Qiu fibbed. Truth was, he wanted to track down Qin Wan. That mature, alluring woman had been on his mind for ages.

Before heading to the capital, he’d nearly sealed the deal with Qin Wan, only for Tang Fei to drag him off to the northwest at the last second.

Plans thwarted.

Now that he’d finally sorted out his business, he was determined to make Qin Wan his, no matter what.

Since ancient times, men’s attitudes toward women could be summed up in four words: *the more, the merrier!*

Bai Bing didn’t buy his nonsense for a second. She eyed him suspiciously. “You’re really not going to see Lin Jingzhi?”

“Really not.”

“Then it’s some other woman?”

“How could that be?!”

Still unconvinced, Bai Bing studied him a moment longer before saying, “Wait here.”

She dug into her bag, pulled out a small item, and slipped it into Ye Qiu’s hand discreetly.

He looked down—it was a condom. His jaw dropped.

“Ice Sis, what’s this?”

“Whoever you’re off to see, just remember: stay safe. Off you go,” Bai Bing said with a wink.

“Right, I’m off then.” Ye Qiu hadn’t expected her to be so understanding. He planted a kiss on her cheek and bolted out the door.

He didn’t notice Bai Bing standing at the doorway, clenching her little pink fists tight.

“Says he’s not seeing Lin Jingzhi—so what’s the condom for? Hmph, men are all bloody pigs!”

…

Once out, Ye Qiu rang Qin Wan.

The phone rang twice, then got cut off.

He tried again.

Same deal—two rings, then hung up.

What’s going on?

Why would Wan Sis hang up on him?

Was she mad because he didn’t “get” her last time?

No way!

Perplexed, he dialed Lin Jingzhi next. Same thing—two rings, then disconnected.

“Why’s Lin Sis not picking up either? This doesn’t add up!”

Ye Qiu found it odd. Lin Jingzhi had never ignored his calls before, no matter the time.

Could she be tied up with something important?

Just as he thought that, his phone pinged. A WeChat message from Lin Jingzhi: *“I’m in a meeting. I’ll call you back later.”*

So she *was* busy.

Mulling it over, Ye Qiu called Han Long. “Han Long, find out where Qin Wan is.”

“Boss, you don’t know where Sis-in-law is?” Han Long shot back.

“Cut the crap and find her, quick.”

With Dragon Gate disciples all over Jiangzhou, tracking someone down was a cinch.

Two minutes later, Han Long called back. “Boss, Sis-in-law Qin Wan’s at Jade Finger Elegance.”

“Jade Finger Elegance?” Ye Qiu blinked. “What’s that?”

“A new beauty salon that just opened.”

Was Wan Sis getting a treatment and that’s why she hung up?

Ye Qiu decided to surprise her. He ended the call and made a beeline for Jade Finger Elegance.

…

Yuanlin Road, No. 15.

Jade Finger Elegance Beauty Salon.

General Manager’s Office.

Qin Wan sat on the sofa, her hair pinned up, face adorned with subtle, elegant makeup. Beside her was Lin Jingzhi, dressed in a charming floral maxi dress.

The two together looked like sisters.

Across from them sat a woman in a hat, dressed provocatively. If Ye Qiu were here, he’d recognise her instantly—Jin Lingling, the宅男女神 (otaku goddess) he’d slapped on the plane.

“Miss Jin, I’ll cut to the chase. If there’s no issue, shall we sign?” Qin Wan placed a contract on the table in front of Jin Lingling.

Jin Lingling didn’t even glance at it. “How much is the endorsement fee?”

“Two years, twenty million total. Two ad shoots per year.”

Qin Wan had done her homework. Based on Jin Lingling’s market value, two years would typically max out at sixteen million. But to rush the ads to market, they’d bumped it up by four million.

“Twenty million?”

Jin Lingling raised an eyebrow. “I don’t know what my agent discussed with you, but I won’t accept that price.”

“So how much does Miss Jin want?” Qin Wan asked.

Jin Lingling replied, “Two years, forty million.”

Qin Wan’s brows furrowed. Doubling the fee? That was a lion’s demand.

Forty million was A-list superstar territory.

Next to her, a faint, cold glint flickered in Lin Jingzhi’s eyes, barely noticeable.

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Qin Wan said, “Miss Jin, we agreed with your agent on two years for twenty million. You doubling the endorsement fee and jacking up the price like this—don’t you think that’s a bit out of line?”

“Out of line? I don’t think so. Other big companies sign me for five years at two hundred million,” Jin Lingling replied.

“If President Qin thinks it’s unreasonable, you’re free to find another spokesperson.”

She added, “But I should warn you, President Qin, with my status in the industry, if I don’t take your deal, others might not dare to either.”

“Plus, if I let even a whisper slip out, your little beauty salon could collapse overnight.”

“You know how crazy fans can be these days. With so many of mine, who knows what they might do?”

Jin Lingling flashed a smug smile at Qin Wan and Lin Jingzhi.

“Are you threatening us?” A cold glint flickered in Lin Jingzhi’s eyes.

“No, no, no, President Lin, you’ve got it wrong. This is just a friendly heads-up—how could it be a threat?” Jin Lingling laughed. “Besides the two years at forty million, I’ve got one more condition.”

“What condition?” Qin Wan asked.

“Help me deal with someone,” Jin Lingling said.

Qin Wan and Lin Jingzhi exchanged a glance, both catching the confusion in the other’s eyes, though they quickly brushed it off.

The entertainment world was a messy place, especially with female stars—feuds were common, often spilling over onto Weibo with public spats. It wasn’t surprising Jin Lingling had enemies.

Qin Wan asked, “Who exactly does Miss Jin want to deal with?”

“Don’t worry, it’s not some big shot—just a little punk,” Jin Lingling assured them.

A little punk?

Lin Jingzhi and Qin Wan weren’t buying it. If it was just a nobody, why would she need *their* help?

Jin Lingling sighed. “You know, I’m a big star. If I handled a small fry myself, wouldn’t that be beneath me?”

Beneath you, but not us? We’ve got reputations too.

Both Lin Jingzhi and Qin Wan bristled.

“Miss Jin, what’s this person’s name?” Qin Wan pressed.

“I don’t know his name. I only saw him once on a plane,” Jin Lingling said.

Qin Wan frowned, perplexed. “Miss Jin, if you don’t even know his name, how are we supposed to deal with him?”

“Finding him is your problem,” Jin Lingling said loftily. “I just care about the result.”

Another cold flash crossed Lin Jingzhi’s eyes.

Qin Wan’s brows knitted slightly as she asked, “Well, what does he look like? You must know that at least.”

“He’s in his twenties, kinda skinny, short messy hair, fair skin…”

Before Jin Lingling could finish, the office door burst open, and Ye Qiu strolled in.

He froze mid-step. Why was Lin Sis here with Wan Sis?

Then he spotted Jin Lingling and blinked in surprise.

Her again? Talk about bad luck!

Enemies meeting always sparked fireworks. Jin Lingling, like a cat with its tail stepped on, pointed at Ye Qiu and snapped, “That’s the little punk I’m talking about!”

“President Qin, President Lin, if you handle him for me, I’ll knock a million off the endorsement fee.”

“No other demands—just give him a good thrashing and break both his hands.”

Qin Wan raised an eyebrow. “Miss Jin, you’re sure this is the guy?”

“Absolutely, it’s him.” Jin Lingling smirked triumphantly at Ye Qiu. “You little punk, bet you didn’t expect to run into me again so soon.”

“You’re not walking out of here easily today.”

“But if you kneel and apologise right now, I might feel generous and go easy—break just one hand instead of two.”

Idiot.

Ye Qiu plopped onto the sofa with a swagger, grinning at Jin Lingling. “Break my hands? You, a woman, think you can take me?”

“Who said I’d dirty my own hands? I’m a star—hitting you would just soil them. President Qin, President Lin, this punk’s all yours.”

Jin Lingling crossed her arms, ready to watch the show.

“Miss Jin, do you even know who he is?” Lin Jingzhi asked coolly, pointing at Ye Qiu.

“Isn’t he just some punk?” Jin Lingling scoffed.

“Then let me formally introduce you. He’s my boyfriend.” With that, Lin Jingzhi slapped Jin Lingling across the face.

*Slap!*

The crisp sound startled Qin Wan—she’d never seen Lin Jingzhi hit anyone before.

“Been itching to do that for a while.”

“We gave you face calling you an ‘otaku goddess.’ Strip that away, and you’re just selling flesh. We settled on twenty million, and you’ve got the gall to demand forty? Pork’s not even that pricey.”

“Price gouging aside, you want to break my boyfriend’s hands? Looks like you’re tired of living.”

Lin Jingzhi barked, “Get out!”

Jin Lingling clutched her face, glaring at Lin Jingzhi through gritted teeth. “Lin, you’ve just messed with the wrong person—and it’s a big mistake.”

“I’m not signing with you.”

“Let’s see who you’ll get as a spokesperson now—or who’d even dare take the job.”

Lin Jingzhi’s face stayed stone-cold. “I’ll count to three. If you’re not gone, I’ll have security strip you naked and toss you out on the street to streak. One, two…”

Before she hit three, Jin Lingling bolted from the office in a panic.

“You’ll regret this—I’m not letting it slide!” she yelled as she fled, tossing out one last threat.

Lin Jingzhi ignored it, plopping onto Ye Qiu’s lap instead. She planted a few loud kisses on his face, beaming. “Honey, when’d you get back?”

“Just now,” Ye Qiu said, puzzled. “Lin Sis, how come you’re with Wan Sis?”

“Wanted to surprise you, but you found us first,” Lin Jingzhi said. “This beauty salon’s a joint venture between me and Wan Sis.”

So that’s how it was.

“Honey, it’s been days—I’ve missed you so much. Have you missed me?” Lin Jingzhi cooed, not minding Qin Wan’s presence.

Ye Qiu nodded. “Missed you.”

“Where’d you miss me? In your heart or… here?” She suddenly grabbed “little Ye Qiu.”

A jolt shot through him. He glanced at Qin Wan, whose face was flaming red, and smirked. “Both.”

“If you missed me, let’s do it then!”

Lin Jingzhi struck a bold, tantalising pose.

Qin Wan’s cheeks burned at the sight. “Ye Qiu, Jingzhi, you two chat—I’ll step out.”

“No need,” Lin Jingzhi winked at her. “I’ve never tried a threesome before. Wan Sis, join us~”

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Qin Wan’s face was flushed crimson.

Though she’d come to terms with Ye Qiu having other women, deep down she was still traditional. The idea of three people together? She couldn’t stomach it, no matter what.

Plus, all three of them stark naked—how awkward would that be?

“You two chat—I’m stepping out,” Qin Wan said, her face burning as she turned to leave.

“Wan Sis, I’ve got something to tell you,” Lin Jingzhi said, hopping off the sofa and sidling up to her with a cheeky grin. “Wan Sis, are you shy?”

“I…”

Qin Wan was thin-skinned, nowhere near as bold as Lin Jingzhi when it came to matters of the bedroom.

Lin Jingzhi giggled. “Wan Sis, we’re all family—why the bashfulness? Even if you can’t handle it now, you’ll get used to it eventually. This little rascal loves flirting around. Who knows, one day you might end up tending to him with someone else. Better to practice with me first.”

Practice?

You could *practice* something like that?

Qin Wan’s heart skipped a beat.

“Look at Ye Qiu—he’s practically champing at the bit. Let’s not waste time. I’ll help you undress,” Lin Jingzhi teased, reaching for Qin Wan’s clothes.

“No… Jingzhi, stop…” Qin Wan squirmed and yelped in protest.

“Don’t like a woman undressing you? Fair enough—Ye Qiu, your turn,” Lin Jingzhi called out. Ye Qiu sprang to his feet.

“Wan Sis, I forgot to mention—my real talent isn’t healing people, it’s *undressing* them. Heh heh~” Ye Qiu grinned wickedly, closing in.

Qin Wan’s heart raced like a startled deer, thumping wildly. Shy and nervous, she realised if Ye Qiu pushed it, she’d have no choice but to join him and Lin Jingzhi.

“Wan Sis, relax, don’t be tense—it’ll feel great soon,” Lin Jingzhi purred with a sultry laugh.

Ye Qiu drew closer, his hand landing on Qin Wan’s shoulder. Just then—

*Knock knock!*

Urgent banging on the door jolted all three of them.

“Who’s that?” Lin Jingzhi snapped, irritated.

“It’s me, Xiao Li from PR,” came an anxious voice from outside. “There’s trouble at the salon.”

Qin Wan, already on edge, seized the chance. “Let’s deal with business first.”

Ye Qiu plopped back onto the sofa.

Qin Wan straightened her clothes. “Xiao Li, come in.”

The door opened, and a long-haired woman in business attire stepped inside.

“President Lin, President Qin, the salon’s in trouble…” Xiao Li trailed off, spotting a strange man on the sofa.

“It’s fine, he’s one of us,” Lin Jingzhi said. “What’s happened?”

Xiao Li continued, “Jin Lingling just posted on Weibo, claiming President Lin hit her. She included selfies showing her injured face.”

“It’s already climbing the trending list, getting tons of attention online. It’s picking up steam fast—won’t be long before it’s in the top five.”

“President Lin, did you really hit her? If not, I’ll have legal draft a lawyer’s letter right away…”

Lin Jingzhi said calmly, “I slapped her.”

“What?” Xiao Li gasped. “Should I reach out to her agent, see if we can settle this privately?”

Qin Wan chimed in, “Jin Lingling’s got a big mouth. We offered her twenty million for the endorsement, but she wasn’t satisfied—demanded forty. If we try to settle now, she’ll just hike the price again.”

Lin Jingzhi snorted. “She’s just a piece of meat for sale, acting like she’s some big shot.”

“What do we do now, bosses?” Xiao Li asked. “If we don’t handle this quick, once it blows up, it could hurt the salon—especially since we’ve only just opened.”

“Small fry stuff. I’ll sort it,” Ye Qiu said.

Xiao Li glanced at him. Trending on Weibo, and he calls it *small fry*?

“Ye Qiu, how do you plan to handle it?” Qin Wan asked.

Ye Qiu grinned. “Let that Jin chick make some noise first—it’ll get the salon’s name out there. Then I’ll deal with her.”

“That won’t do!” Xiao Li protested. “Jin Lingling’s got a ton of crazy fans. What if they lose it and come trash the place?”

*Knock knock knock!*

Before she could finish, the door was pounded again.

“Come in!” Lin Jingzhi barked.

The security captain burst in, sweating buckets. “President Lin, dozens of people showed up outside, claiming to be Jin Lingling’s fans. They’re splashing paint on the salon’s front gate.”

“They’re shouting that if you don’t apologise to her, they’ll tear the place down.”

“I overheard two of them plotting—they’re off to buy petrol, planning to torch the salon tonight.”

*Ding ding ding!*

Xiao Li’s phone chimed. She checked it and said, “Oh no, after Jin Lingling’s post, several celebs are backing her up.”

“One of them’s got a hit drama airing right now, with a huge fanbase.”

“President Lin, President Qin, this is a PR crisis—we need to act fast.”

Qin Wan’s face paled. She’d never dealt with anything like this. “What do we do?”

Lin Jingzhi fumed. “That little wretch dares to stir trouble with me? She’s got a death wish.”

Xiao Li added, “Jin Lingling just posted a second tweet.”

“She says the ones who hit her were President Lin *and* a man.” Xiao Li instinctively glanced at Ye Qiu.

*Beep beep beep!*

Her phone rang again.

“Sorry, I’ve got to take this.” After listening for a moment, Xiao Li said, “President Lin, President Qin, Jin Lingling’s agent reached out. They’re willing to settle.”

“But there are three conditions.”

“First, Jin Lingling stays on as the salon’s spokesperson—for forty million.”

“Second, compensation for her medical bills, lost work, and emotional distress—two hundred million total.”

“Third, they want President Lin’s boyfriend’s hands.”

“Otherwise, they’ll take it to the end.”

Ye Qiu burst out laughing.

“At this point, she still wants the endorsement, two hundred million, and my hands? This woman’s got a screw loose—even a miracle doctor like me can’t fix her brain.”

“She’s trying to play gangster tricks on me? She doesn’t even know—I *am* the gangster world.”

“Since she’s so set on digging her own grave, I’d be doing her a disservice if I didn’t help her along.”

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Ye Qiu sat there, cool as a cucumber, as if Jin Lingling’s antics were beneath his notice.

Xiao Li and the security captain exchanged looks of astonishment.

Just who was President Lin’s boyfriend?

To talk with such confidence—could he really resolve this PR crisis?

“Xiao Li, you’re with PR, right?” Ye Qiu asked suddenly.

Xiao Li nodded. “Yes.”

“Go back and draft a statement right away. No need to spin tales—just stick to the facts.”

Ye Qiu continued, “Tell the public we’d settled on a twenty-million endorsement fee with Jin Lingling. She backtracked at the last minute, demanding forty million.”

“She even threw her big-star status around, threatening President Lin that if we didn’t cough up, she’d shut the salon down.”

“That’s when President Lin lost it and slapped her.”

Xiao Li glanced at Lin Jingzhi, as if asking, Is that how it went?

“Ye Qiu’s spot on. Jin Lingling did threaten me like that,” Lin Jingzhi confirmed.

Xiao Li hesitated. “President Lin, even if that’s true, and Jin Lingling was out of line, she’s got a massive online following. If we put out a statement like that, netizens might not buy it—it could still hurt the salon.”

“No worries. Just do as I say, and make it quick,” Ye Qiu said.

Xiao Li looked to Lin Jingzhi.

“What’re you looking at me for? Get on with it like Ye Qiu said,” Lin Jingzhi snapped.

“Yes, ma’am.” Xiao Li scurried off.

The security captain piped up again. “President Qin, President Lin, what about those people at the gate?”

Ye Qiu turned to him. “Take your team out there now. Block the entrance—don’t let them trash the place.”

“If anyone tries to force their way in, splash paint, or start a fire, beat the stuffing out of them.”

“Don’t swing unless you have to, but if you do, don’t hold back.”

“As long as they’re still breathing, it’s fine.”

The captain blinked, taken aback by Ye Qiu’s ruthlessness. “What if they record it and post it online?”

“Are your guys useless or what?” Ye Qiu shot him a glare, then waved it off. “Forget it, I’ll handle that part.”

“Just make sure they don’t keep wrecking things.”

“Go do it now!”

The captain nodded and bolted out.

“Ye Qiu, will this work?” Qin Wan asked, worry creasing her brow. “Jin Lingling’s a big star with a lot of clout.”

“Wan Sis, relax. If I can’t handle a mere actress, how’d I survive the underworld?” Ye Qiu said, pulling out his phone to text Han Long.

Then he dialed Long Ye. When the call connected, he asked, “Where you at?”

“Still in the capital,” Long Ye grumbled. “Big Bro, you’re a right git—leaving without a word. I wanted to grab a drink with you!”

Ye Qiu cut to the chase. “Long Ye, I need a small favour.”

“What’s up? Anything for you, Big Bro.” After Ye Qiu’s showdown with the Bai family, Long Ye had been in awe, treating him like a proper brother.

“You know Jin Lingling?” Ye Qiu asked.

“You mean the Jin Lingling, the star?” Long Ye replied.

“Yep, that’s her.”

“Hahaha, course I know her—otaku goddess, right? Always strutting around half-naked in public. Calling her a star’s generous—she’s just famous for flashing skin.”

Long Ye snickered. “Big Bro, here’s a juicy tidbit: before she hit it big, Jin Lingling worked the hostess scene at a club.”

Ye Qiu raised an eyebrow. “For real?”

“Dead serious,” Long Ye said. “Back when she was at film school, she was already moonlighting at a club. First time I saw her was there.”

“It was my mate’s joint.”

“And that’s not all—she was selling more than drinks. My buddy who ran the place has a stash of her little videos. I’ve seen ‘em myself.”

“Gotta say, she knows some tricks.”

He suddenly yelped, “Bloody hell, Big Bro, you’re not into her, are you?”

“Take my advice—touch anyone but her.”

“She’s dirty—caught something nasty back in the day.”

Well, damn—that’s a bombshell!

Ye Qiu had called Long Ye to dig up some dirt on Jin Lingling for a counterstrike. Public figures always had skeletons, right?

He hadn’t expected Long Ye to have this much tea.

“Long Ye, get those videos from your friend—I need ‘em. And dig up more dirt on her,” Ye Qiu said.

“Big Bro, what’s this for?” Long Ye paused, then gasped, “Wait, did she piss you off?”

“This dumb broad threatened Lin Sis and Wan Sis and wants my hands. Tell me she’s not begging for it.”

“Bloody hell, she’s got guts! Hang tight, Big Bro—I’ll send you her dirt in a bit.”

“Cheers.”

“Oh, and Big Bro, swing by the capital sometime. I’ll take you somewhere fun—gorgeous girls there: flight attendants, nurses, office ladies, kindergarten teachers—you name it.”

“Piss off!”

Ye Qiu hung up, grinning at Lin Jingzhi and Qin Wan. “Don’t worry—Jin Lingling’s toast soon.”

Qin Wan said, “Her stirring this up will dent the salon’s rep no matter what. We need a plan to bounce back.”

Lin Jingzhi nodded. “Wan Sis is right. There’s one way to fix our image.”

“What’s that?” Qin Wan asked.

“Find a new spokesperson,” Lin Jingzhi said. “Someone who outshines Jin Lingling in looks, vibe, and reputation—across the board.”

Qin Wan’s eyes lit up. Solid idea.

Lin Jingzhi added, “But beyond that, the key is they’ve got to be squeaky clean—no scandals, always projecting a positive, healthy vibe to the public.”

Qin Wan’s face fell. “That’s a tall order. In showbiz, stars without dirt are rare as hen’s teeth.”

Lin Jingzhi sighed. “Yeah, finding someone like that’s a needle in a haystack.”

Ye Qiu’s mind sparked. “I’ve got someone in mind.”

“You mean Andy Lau, right?” Lin Jingzhi said, knowing Ye Qiu’s only celebrity crush was the Heavenly King. “Forty years in the game, impeccable talent and character—a real role model. But our salon’s clientele is women—having him endorse might not fit.”

“Plus, he’s a megastar. No guarantee he’d say yes.”

Ye Qiu chuckled. “Not Andy Lau.”

“Then who?” Lin Jingzhi asked, baffled.

Ye Qiu smiled. “Tangtang!”

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Tangtang?

Lin Jingzhi and Qin Wan’s eyes lit up at the name.

Tangtang was a massively popular singer, always presenting a sweet image to the public. Several of her songs were hailed as classics, and most crucially, she’d stayed scandal-free since her debut.

In every way, Tangtang outclassed Jin Lingling.

“Tangtang’s a solid pick. I think it could work—what about you, Jingzhi?” Qin Wan asked.

“She definitely fits our criteria for a spokesperson. But she’s at the peak of her career right now—getting her on board might be tricky,” Lin Jingzhi replied.

A star like Tangtang wasn’t someone you could just throw money at to hire.

Plus, many female celebs preferred endorsing luxury brands—beauty salons often didn’t make the cut in their eyes.

“If you both think Tangtang’s a go, I’ll reach out to her,” Ye Qiu said.

“You?” Lin Jingzhi and Qin Wan looked at him, surprised.

“You know Tangtang?” Lin Jingzhi asked.

Ye Qiu grinned. “When I was in the capital, I met her a couple of times. She even offered to treat me to dinner.”

Lin Jingzhi’s brows shot up. “Wan Sis, look at this—Ye Qiu’s barely been in the capital a few days, and he’s already stepping out on us. You gonna let that slide?”

Qin Wan replied, “Jingzhi, he’s not just mine to claim.”

The two women exchanged a look, then pounced on Ye Qiu together, each pinching his waist hard.

Hiss—

Ye Qiu sucked in a breath from the pain. “Lin Sis, Wan Sis, are you trying to murder your man? That was brutal!”

“You’re exaggerating. You’re our guy—how could we bear to kill you? We can’t even love you enough,” Lin Jingzhi said with a flirty smile. “Wan Sis, he’s such a flirt—we’ve got to teach him a lesson. What do you say?”

Qin Wan nodded. “Absolutely, he needs a lesson. What’s your plan? I’m all ears.”

“Let’s drain him dry.”

Qin Wan’s face flushed at the suggestion.

Beep beep beep!

Right then, Lin Jingzhi’s phone rang. It was her assistant, Sun Mengjie.

“Xiao Jie, what’s up?” Lin Jingzhi answered.

“President Lin, where are you? There’s a shareholders’ meeting in half an hour—don’t be late,” Sun Mengjie said.

“I nearly forgot—good thing you reminded me. I’ll head over now.”

Lin Jingzhi hung up and gave Ye Qiu an apologetic look. “There’s a shareholders’ meeting at the company—set last week. I’ve got to go.”

“Sorry, can’t stay with you.”

“But with Wan Sis here, I’m sure you won’t be lonely.”

She leaned in, planting two loud kisses on Ye Qiu’s face, then turned to Qin Wan. “Wan Sis, since three’s too shy for you, two shouldn’t be, right?”

“I’m leaving him in your hands.”

“Just don’t drain him completely—I’ll need him tonight too.”

Ye Qiu’s eyes widened.

Need me?

Lin Sis, what am I to you—an eggplant or a cucumber?

Qin Wan blushed furiously at Lin Jingzhi’s brazen words, barely able to contain her embarrassment.

“Off I go—bye!” Lin Jingzhi waved jauntily and sashayed out.

Now it was just Ye Qiu and Qin Wan in the office.

Qin Wan fidgeted with her hem, nerves on edge, half-expecting Ye Qiu to make a move any second.

But after a long wait, he didn’t.

She let out a relieved breath, though a tiny pang of disappointment flickered inside.

Am I not attractive to him at all?

“Wan Sis, you and Lin Sis opened this salon together?” Ye Qiu asked softly.

“Yeah.” Qin Wan nodded. “Jingzhi approached me about partnering up. The total investment was two hundred million—I only put in a million, and she covered the rest.”

“Even with just a million, she gave me thirty percent of the shares and made me GM.”

“I know it’s because of you that she’s been so good to me.”

Ye Qiu felt a warm glow at that.

“Looks like Lin Sis is cut out to be the main wife.”

He glanced at Qin Wan, taking in her polished business attire and light makeup. With each breath, a certain part of her rose and fell subtly—up and down, utterly captivating.

A beauty like a blooming flower, no less.

Ye Qiu swallowed hard, stealthily. “Wan Sis, running the salon must be exhausting, huh?”

“A bit, yeah,” Qin Wan said, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear, oblivious to where his gaze lingered. “But it keeps me fulfilled.”

“Don’t wear yourself out. You don’t have to do everything yourself—delegate to the staff.”

Ye Qiu yawned as he spoke. After staying up half the night with Bai Bing and a long flight, he was knackered.

Noticing the tiredness in his eyes, Qin Wan said, “You’re worn out, aren’t you? How about a spa session?”

“Isn’t your clientele all women? Men can get treatments too?” Ye Qiu asked, intrigued.

“You’re not an outsider. Come on, I’ll sort it.”

Qin Wan led him to a room on the third floor. “Go in and take a bath first—I’ll arrange the rest.”

“Wan Sis, make sure you get me someone with good hands,” Ye Qiu called out as he stepped inside.

The room was decked out in luxury, styled like a five-star hotel—leather sofa, laser TV, bathtub, wardrobe…

And a massive bed smack in the middle.

Ye Qiu turned on the tap above the tub.

It was a high-end international brand, so advanced that one press unleashed a steady stream of warm water. In under five minutes, it was full.

Stripping down, Ye Qiu hopped in, grabbed some body wash, and soaked quietly.

Then he spotted a small button by the tub, labelled: Surf Mode.

This thing could do waves?

Curious, he pressed it.

Instantly, the water churned—sometimes gentle, sometimes forceful—massaging his acupoints.

“This tub’s ace. I’ll ask Wan Sis where she got it—I need one for home.”

Ye Qiu closed his eyes, basking in it.

Lately, his nerves had been wound tight. From the northwest to the capital, he’d faced life-and-death stakes nonstop, never daring to let his guard down.

Back in Jiangzhou, he could finally breathe.

Before long, his eyes drifted shut, and he slipped into a light sleep.

Ten minutes later, the door creaked open. Qin Wan stepped in.

She’d swapped her business suit for a loose spa uniform, accentuating her graceful curves.

Barefoot, she padded softly to the tub.

Seeing Ye Qiu asleep in the water, drooling slightly like a kid, she stifled a giggle.

Her gaze slid from his face to his neck, chest, navel…

And lower.

Whoosh!

Qin Wan’s face flared red, blooming like a begonia—irresistibly enchanting.