Qi Yuan strangely glanced at Lv Cheng: "If you can save someone's life, why not help?"
In Lv Cheng's mind, was he such a cold-blooded person?
With his strength, there shouldn't be any danger in the city.
As for scamming people, that was even more nonsense. Scamming espers was just asking for trouble.
Of course, the most important thing was that his younger brother was making a racket at home, so he went out to avoid the drama.
Qipan City No. 2 Primary School was sealed off, forcing all the students to transfer schools, so Qi Ao no longer had an excuse to keep dragging his feet.
Qi Ao cried and made a fuss, challenging his older brother's authority over his lost first love.
During this time, Qi Yuan would come home to find either water spilled on his chair or bugs in his drawer. Even Qi's mother couldn't stand it anymore and was about to scold her younger son.
Qi Yuan stopped Qi's mother. Under her astonished gaze, he explained that he had accidentally wronged his younger brother.
However, thinking the worst of others, Qi Ao assumed his brother had told their mom about the incident. He decided to throw a tantrum and tell tales of his older brother's terrible behavior.
Telling Qi's mother about this was clearly Qi Ao asking for trouble. When it came to harsh truths, the naturally dark-hearted mother never held back.
After listening, Qi's mother lovingly stroked her younger son's head and gently comforted him, "It's okay. Even without your brother, you still couldn't have caught her. But luckily, she couldn't catch your brother either. You two are the same."
Upon hearing his mother's comfort, Qi Ao's "moved" tears wouldn't stop flowing.
With a loud wail, he ran off.
Aside from Qi Ao's antics, this woman had also given him far too much...
When he decided to study combat, his mother gave him funds to purchase battle gear. But Qi Yuan knew his family was just middle class. If he had a chance to make money, he certainly wouldn't pass it up.
"Sorry to keep you waiting," the woman who had only met them once said as she put up her long black curly hair. Her newly cut French fringe curled under her jaw. Carrying a handbag, she was dressed in a flirty long dress as usual.
The woman tidied up her slightly disheveled clothes from running around and stroked her bangs. She walked over in small, elegant steps.
She was more made up than last time, with more intricate makeup. It probably wouldn't be too far off...
She smiled lightly and looked up at Qi Yuan, her smile instantly freezing.
Way off!!!
Did Leslie Cheung give her the confidence for this?
Remembering her previous thoughts, the young woman wished she could dive into a hole in the ground. She stammered, "I...I'm Xu Wanwan. Sorry to trouble you with the runaround." In front of them was a cafe. "Let's go in and chat," she added.
Unsure, she tacked on, "Is that okay?"
Since the client had spoken, Qi Yuan naturally had no objections. "Sure."
The three entered the cafe and found an isolated corner to sit.
Xu Wanwan looked over the menu and asked their opinions before ordering coffee and desserts.
The server quickly brought out their order. Xu Wanwan stirred her coffee with a small spoon and began recounting what happened.
"I have a close friend who was dumped by her long-term boyfriend a while ago. Although the guy had been mooching off her for years and still shamelessly claimed she would hinder his future prospects, at least he didn't cheat. She didn't cling on desperately either, so they had an amicable split."
Upon hearing this, Lv Cheng showed some interest. "Is your friend still looking to date? I guarantee I'll only mooch and not say nonsense."
The gloomy atmosphere lifted as Xu Wanwan laughed. She teased Lv Cheng, "Quite the smooth talker, how many girls have you tricked?"
"No no, my heart and body belong only to rich women."
Xu Wanwan glanced at him. "As if anyone would believe that," she said with an amused smile.
Her smiling expression faded. "But to get back on track, that guy got a small boost in fame after appearing on a variety show. His past relationship with my friend was exposed. Then all his fans flocked to attack my friend on social media, mocking her for trying to ride his coattails. Many even escalated to personal attacks."
"What happened next?" Qi Yuan understood. Her friend was a rich woman backstabbed by an ungrateful scumbag.
Large-scale fan activities needed to be directed by big fans, most of whom had ties with studios.
It used to be said that idols had to shoulder responsibility for fans' actions, which was somewhat unfair to the idols. But that saying perfectly described the current star-making industry with its integrated production, operations, sales, and after-sales services.
If not directed by the studio, those fan leaders should have jumped out to shout not to tarnish their idol's public image. At the very least, the apology and sales boosting factions should each make up half.
But what did this have to do with asking him here?
Xu Wanwan sipped some coffee, trying to keep her tone even, but unable to suppress her agitation. Her coffee cup and saucer clinked against each other.
"At first when she said she wanted to better herself to slap those stupid fans, I thought she had a decent attitude and felt relieved. But when I went to see her a few days ago, she had become skin and bones!"
She looked beseechingly at Qi Yuan. "I want to ask you to advise her to stop her excessive dieting."
"Would that help?" Qi Yuan was doubtful. His handsome face may be useful, but it couldn't cure mental illness. Would this work?
Xu Wanwan asserted with certainty, "It would. If nothing else, taking a photo together could help her slap those fans. What rotten fish and shrimp are they chasing?"
"Alright then."
In Qi Yuan's opinion, Xu Wanwan was clearly grasping at straws, but since they had come all the way out already, he would just treat it as doing a good deed.
"Don't worry, whether it succeeds or not, I will pay the fee as promised."
With this statement... it wasn't about money or not...
Did he seem like the sort to only see money?
He really!
In Qi Yuan's eyes, Xu Wanwan had been labeled with a gold digger filter.
His good impression of her instantly rose.
Lv Cheng shook his head listening to this. The young lady was really bad at conversation, clearly Brother Yuan was not lacking money, yet she kept harping on about compensation, completely missing the key point.
Realizing her brief loss of composure, Xu Wanwan quickly supplemented, "I know your intentions are good, but I have nothing else I can repay you with aside from money."
Tsk tsk, listen to how this woman talks!
Qi Yuan looked at her in shock. How did she suddenly start flaunting wealth?
"It's fine, compensating me with money is enough," he said.
Xu Wanwan pressed her palms together pleadingly. "Thank you so much. Let's head out now."
After eating their desserts, the three set off towards Xu Wanwan's friend's residence.
Xu Wanwan walked in front, pointing in one direction. "Her place isn't far. I made an appointment with her, so going now is perfect."
Soon, they arrived at the home of Xu Wanwan's friend. After a few rings, the door opened from the inside.
"Wanwan, you came." The woman who opened the door was neatly dressed with elegant makeup, clearly having been informed of their visit ahead of time by Xu Wanwan.
Contrary to expectations of seeing a skeletal frame, Lv Cheng and Qi Yuan found the woman to have slender, delicate limbs. Her complexion was rosy, completely unlike those suffering from malnutrition due to excessive dieting.

o a martial world and obtained a system that allowed him to draw one entry per year. Unfortunately, all he drew were useless white-tier entries. The probability for high-quality entries was extremely low, with the highest-tier mythic entry having a mere 0.001% chance! To increase the probability, he had to improve his martial realm, but he lacked the innate talent for cultivation. At the age of eighteen, Chen Yi fell into the hands of a gang and was forced into hard labor. Just as his life seemed destined for a bleak end, on his 18th entry draw, he actually pulled a mythic entry—Simulator! In the simulation, he could also draw one entry every year that passed, and upon ending the simulation, he would inherit all entries and his martial realm! In his first simulation, Chen Yi struggled desperately just to survive, knowing that living one more year meant one more entry draw! Finally, with hair turned white, he drew the entry he had longed for—Low-Grade Innate Talent! "Hahaha! Don't bully the old and poor! Time to cultivate and inherit my cultivation base!" ... From then on, Chen Yi continuously simulated and drew entries, his martial realm soaring higher and higher! Epic, legendary, and even mythic entries were gathered into his collection one after another! "What demon race or devil race? What dark turmoil? I don't know anything about that. They just charged at me screaming 'How can you possibly ascend to immortality?!' and got stuck to my fists, unable to be shaken off. Blind spots, speed bumps... go talk to my simulator. We're all struggling to survive out here. I'm trying so hard, so how are they still alive?"

grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)

end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia

mance] After transmigrating for eighteen years, Lin Qi lived as an utterly ordinary herbalist in the countryside. One day, he kindly brought home a sickly, beautiful girl covered in blood. They married in a flash and began their blissful, intimate life together. Right then, his long-delayed system finally activated. [Warning! Host detected in contact with the "Crimson Calamity," the world-ending witch!] Lin Qi looked at the adorable wife currently curled in his arms, who couldn't even open a jar lid and trembled at the sight of a mouse. Lin Qi: "System, are you insane? This is clearly just a weak and delicate sickly girl!" Thus, Lin Qi treated the system as a "Contrast System," where taking care of his wife made him stronger. Combing his wife's hair rewarded him with [Free Attribute Points]. Taking his wife out for sunshine rewarded him with [Forbidden Spell: Arcane Explosion]. Lin Qi: "This soft life tastes so good!" ... Yet, in the eyes of outsiders: The strongest Beastkin Assassin: "That man dissected a Beast King with a common skinning knife! That was a show of force towards the powerful!" The Holy Son of the Radiant Church: "I infiltrated his home as a tutor, but he had me babysit the children... He must have seen through my disguise!" The World-Ending Witch, Felucia: "I hid all the way in the countryside. How is it that the husband I married on a whim is stronger than I was at my peak?"