Following Li Jiaxin, the Birth of the New Generation Queen

"The forces of the Dragon King Hall have been mostly dealt with. You're now the second-in-command, standing beneath only one person while above thousands."

Li Jiaxin patted Feng Siruo's delicate shoulder, speaking with utmost seriousness.

Feng Siruo tilted her head in surprise. "Isn't Sister An the Dragon Queen? If I'm beneath only one person, then where does that leave you, Sister Li?"

"Ahem... Let's not dwell on the details. Fine, you're beneath two people and above thousands." Li Jiaxin averted her gaze, trying to mask her awkwardness.

Feng Siruo blinked, a pang of disappointment settling in her heart.

These past few days, Li Jiaxin had barely touched her.

Aside from flirtatious words and the occasional teasing, there had been no deeper exploration.

It was driving Feng Siruo mad!

Sister Li, you weren’t like this before.

Where’s my mischievous, playful Sister Li?

How am I supposed to heal this ache in my heart?

"Sister Li, won’t you stay longer with me? It’s not just me—the other sisters rushed back the moment they heard you returned. Some even flew overnight from abroad."

Feng Siruo’s tone was melancholic, as if Li Jiaxin were some irredeemable scoundrel.

Meeting Xu Mo had ruined everything!

It wasn’t that Li Jiaxin didn’t want to continue.

But after all these years,

she had played enough,

seen enough.

In other words—

she was bored.

Besides, Li Jiaxin now wanted to try something different.

There were also other emotional factors at play.

How many of the women Li Jiaxin favored were mere ornaments?

Without any real capability,

just a pretty face—

sometimes, Li Jiaxin wouldn’t even spare them a second glance.

"Just to see me?" Li Jiaxin chuckled.

Feng Siruo puffed her cheeks. "You know exactly why we’ve ended up like this. Sister Li, you bear most of the responsibility!"

"Yes, yes..." Li Jiaxin grinned, then suddenly turned serious. "I do take responsibility. But have you ever thought about this, Xiao Si?"

"Huh?" Feng Siruo froze. Thought about what?

What was she supposed to have thought?

Li Jiaxin continued, "I can’t split myself in two. In my absence, you should have prepared yourself to take the lead. That’s why I’ve kept you by my side all these years. Do you understand?"

Her impassioned words sounded like a manager giving employees a motivational speech—

urging them to work harder

without offering a raise.

Hours of hype would only fuel an hour’s worth of enthusiasm.

But Li Jiaxin rarely gave such speeches.

Only occasionally.

Which was why Feng Siruo took it to heart.

It took Feng Siruo a while to process. Finally, she murmured, "Sister Li... are you leaving us for good?"

"No, not at all!" Li Jiaxin hurriedly denied.

Only a fool would admit to that!

Li Jiaxin was a possessive protagonist.

The women she had touched—

how could she let men have them?

Sure, those girls might not compare to her in looks,

but some weren’t far behind.

Just a step below.

Men were all scum.

Rather than let them suffer at men’s hands,

she’d send them all to Xu Mo one day.

Well, after she had her fill first.

No rush.

"Xiao Si, think of it this way—I’m returning to Dragon Country to expand our business. Heavy responsibilities demand resilience. As my chosen successor, you must rise to the occasion!"

Li Jiaxin spoke without a trace of humor.

She couldn’t laugh now.

If she did, everything would fall apart.

She was counting on Feng Siruo to keep morale high.

Feng Siruo was deeply moved, her voice trembling slightly. "Sister Li, don’t worry. I’ll hold the fort here. As long as I stand, the Dragon King Hall stands!"

Li Jiaxin didn’t want her making reckless vows. She patted her shoulder.

"Don’t stress too much. Didn’t I leave that bitch as your servant? Even as a prisoner, she’s still formidable. If she disobeys, just tell me—I’ll send Sha Lu to deal with her."

The "bitch" referred to Wu Yurong.

Most of Wu Yurong’s forces had been obliterated.

Now, she was like a toothless tigress,

her claws no longer razor-sharp.

Moreover,

she had been thoroughly cowed by An Youyi.

Any thought of rebellion was gone.

As for why she stayed—

she had begged Li Jiaxin for it.

With the Dragon King Hall’s backing,

Wu Yurong could still survive.

Over the years, while building her own power,

she had made plenty of enemies.

Without the Dragon King Hall’s protection,

even if she tried to rebuild independently,

she might have to trade her body—

with no guarantee of success.

All that effort for nothing?

No matter how she looked at it, it was a losing game.

Feng Siruo nodded.

Li Jiaxin gave a few more instructions—

like consulting her online if needed.

Communication was easy these days.

Li Jiaxin felt she had to leave quickly.

If those girls returned,

she wouldn’t be able to handle them alone.

Some were far more unruly than Feng Siruo.

With recent recruitment efforts

and the Gao siblings now officially part of the Dragon King Hall,

the organization’s cybersecurity had improved drastically.

Gao Liyuan had initially planned a one-time deal,

but Li Jiaxin’s offer was too good to refuse.

One meal versus a lifetime of feasts—

Gao Liyuan knew the difference.

Li Jiaxin boarded her private jet with her luggage.

Feng Siruo watched as the legendary queen of sapphic love departed.

Her eyes burned with determination.

In that moment, her shadow overlapped

with Li Jiaxin’s before she met Xu Mo.

"Sister Li, go in peace."

"I’ll hold things down here. And it’s not just me."

"I’ll take care of our sisters."

"No—I’ll do even better than you. What you couldn’t accomplish, I will. The promises you left unfulfilled, I’ll see them through!"

In that fleeting moment,

the torch passed from the old to the new.

Each wave pushes the last, rising ever higher.

In the Dragon King Hall of the United States,

a new queen of sapphic love was born.