Jiajia, is there anything you want

In Dragon Country's Magic Capital, at the Xu Corporation.

Several days had passed since Lin Fan's downfall.

During these days, Xu Mo had been living openly and without fear.

He treated each day as if it were his last.

After all, he couldn't be certain.

When that damned system might suddenly whisk him away.

And force him to relive the entire plot all over again.

That would truly be a nightmare.

So, he wrote another comprehensive business development plan and handed it to Shen Manni.

It didn’t conflict with the one he had given Yang Jingying.

The industries covered were more suited to the Shen Family’s strengths.

When Shen Manni first received the proposal,

she was momentarily stunned.

The Shen Family was on the verge of falling behind the other three great families.

If Xu Mo hadn’t provided this business plan,

within five years,

the four great families of Magic Capital would no longer exist.

Only three would remain.

The fourth would be too far behind—

getting pushed out was inevitable.

But this thorough plan solved the Shen Family’s urgent crisis.

And so, though Shen Manni verbally refused, her actions were far more honest.

Once again, she dragged Xu Mo into deep discussions on… biological academic topics.

Xu Mo had no regrets.

After all, he didn’t know if that damned system would screw him over again.

Or whether tomorrow would even come.

At the time, Zhou Qiaoqiao hadn’t yet revealed that she was "with treasure."

The female tyrant was a woman of her word.

If she promised the leading ladies a share of the profits,

then they would get their share.

Besides,

who was really losing out here?

With the Xu Family allied with the four great families,

even if not for a thousand years,

their descendants would live in comfort for centuries to come.

After Shen Manni,

there was the matter of the Han Family’s Han Zhiqi.

Han Zhiqi had put in effort.

Xu Mo saw it clearly.

Hah?!

What were you thinking?

No way!

Xu Mo wasn’t the type to lose his head over a beautiful woman.

Friendship between friends was pure.

He wouldn’t tarnish that bond.

The grand gift Xu Mo gave Han Zhiqi?

The dirty secrets of certain heavyweight figures from both the legal and underground worlds!

For example—some of them, before they rose to fame,

had murdered specific people over money, down to the names and exact timeframes.

Beyond financial crimes, there were also abuses of power.

And even extramarital affairs.

Xu Mo could detail when and where they met their mistresses.

Of course,

the reason he knew all this was because, in the original plot,

the protagonist Lin Fan had ordered these investigations.

With protagonist halo buffs,

his underlings had insane luck.

What others couldn’t uncover, the protagonist always could.

Handing these explosive materials to the Han Family,

Xu Mo played right into Grandpa Han’s psychology—

who then, in a grand gesture, offered up his granddaughter.

That was the original plot’s cliché.

But Xu Mo knew even more than anyone else!!!

This was thanks to the system he had awakened in childhood.

Knowing he might one day return,

he had laid the groundwork early.

He had eyes everywhere.

His intelligence network was vast.

Far more extensive than anyone else’s.

Of course,

back then, he hadn’t done it for himself.

He was just worried that the world’s protagonist might fail to kill him.

So, this intelligence network was his insurance.

In his previous life, it had gone unused.

This time, it wasn’t needed either.

Because he had already taken care of the Smirking Dragon King.

Xu Mo would never forget Han Zhiqi’s expression when she received that thick stack of explosive intel!

And this was just the tip of the iceberg.

Xu Mo had even more stashed away.

He was afraid Han Zhiqi’s heart might not handle it all at once.

So, he gave her only a portion.

But it was enough to keep her exhilarated for a long time!!!

She immediately threw herself at Xu Mo,

even planting kisses all over his face.

Her reaction was even more intense than Shen Manni’s.

Later, Xu Mo declined Han Zhiqi’s proposal for a… deeper exploration of human biological science.

By then, it was already late.

Xu Mo had promised his wife—the female tyrant—that he’d join her for dinner that evening.

He could stand up anyone else.

But not her.

Han Zhiqi didn’t mind much.

She told Xu Mo there would be plenty of time later.

The materials were too explosive, too massive.

She needed to go back and study them thoroughly.

There was much work to be done.

To this,

Xu Mo simply smiled.

He was about to witness the rise of a new underground queen!!!

Queen Han’s ascent would be meteoric.

That much was certain.

The information Xu Mo provided—

in anyone’s hands, it could launch them to the top.

Even an ordinary person could do it.

Huh??

Small players can’t take on the big shots?

That’s only if you haven’t studied those materials well enough.

Find a way to pit the big shots against each other.

Of course,

that was the most profitable—and riskiest—play.

If an ordinary person just wanted benefits,

it was simple enough.

There were also scandals like husbands being cuckolded for years,

raising another man’s child unknowingly.

A simple paternity test would expose it.

Rich elites, noble families—they had the money for DNA tests, right?

Sure, they did!!!

But who would ever suspect that a seemingly loving couple

had the wife cheating from the start?

A child born under false pretenses—

what a goddamn joke!

Even fiction wouldn’t dare write something this absurd.

If Zhuge Liang were alive today, he’d just give up and die.

There were husbands who were cheated on.

And wives who were cheated on.

There were also the names of enemies and where they currently resided.

All these were opportunities.

The kind that could transform ordinary people overnight,

elevating them to dragon or phoenix status, enabling a dramatic leap in social class.

For Xu Mo, however, these were of little use.

But for Han Zhiqi and the Han Family,

they were a blessing, a leverage, a chance.

Yang Jingying’s business had expanded, its scale growing significantly.

Yang Jingxuan, on the other hand, was promoted, rising from a junior policewoman to a squad leader.

The Yang sisters each reaped considerable benefits.

Next were Song Ligang and the others.

Song Ligang continued his role as a bodyguard.

As for Song Yuqi, she secured a promise from the "female tyrant"—

to study hard and aim high.

When she began her internship in her third year,

she would directly take a position at the Zhou Family.

Xu Mo had wanted to keep her,

but Song Yuqi’s cheeks flushed, and she refused.

Since the two were married,

she felt it made no difference whose payroll she was on.

Besides, staying by Xu Mo’s side felt awkward now.

So she accepted Zhou Qiaoqiao’s offer.

As for Xu Shi…

Now it was Xu Mo’s turn to feel awkward.

My sister isn’t even my biological sister?!

This revelation hit Xu Mo hard.

His parents had really kept this one under wraps—

so well that even he, a transmigrator and reincarnator who knew the plot, had been fooled.

Perhaps this was another layer of malice from the original story’s hack author!!!

Writing it this way,

When Lin Fan and Xu Shi got together,

readers would find it easier to accept since Xu Shi wasn’t biologically related.

That way,

the hack author wouldn’t be flooded with angry fan mail.

Killing two birds with one stone:

no hassle dealing with backlash,

and the readers stayed satisfied.

But enough digressing.

Back in Xu Mo’s office at the Xu Corporation,

he relaxed as his secretary, Jiang Jiajia, kneaded his shoulders and massaged his back.

Snapping out of his thoughts,

Xu Mo suddenly asked,

“Jiajia, is there anything you want?”

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