Let me explain the upcoming plot.
This Li Yuebai has been given an identity you wouldn’t expect—she’s the daughter of the protagonist’s master, Li Xinyue.
Huh??? Li Xinyue had a boyfriend?
No, no, Li Xinyue was purely cultivating martial arts when her qi fluctuated, leading to an unexpected conception.
As for Li Yuebai’s birth, it wasn’t through Li Xinyue carrying her for ten months either; she had a surrogate abroad.
This was arranged over a decade ago.
As for Jiang City, you can think of it as a smaller version of Magic City.
The selected rich second-generation antagonists will definitely get their comeuppance.
But as for the female lead, I really don’t want to add more to the harem—at most, we’ll maintain an ambiguous relationship.
Just the kind of daily interactions I’m good at, the back-and-forth banter…
Oh, I digress. Let’s get back to what’s planned for the story.
Li Yuebai and Chen Miao, the dynamic duo, visit Xu Mo’s home but get turned away at the door.
In the end, Chen Miao pouts and mutters, “What’s the big deal? We can do it too!”
Then they return to their own place next door.
Neither of them has ever lifted a finger in the kitchen, and they nearly cause a disaster.
Thick, black smoke starts billowing out.
It’s practically lethal.
The two girls stumble out, covered in soot, and some of the smoke even drifts into Xu Mo’s place.
Curious, Xu Mo opens the door to check—only for the three of them to stare at each other awkwardly. Chen Miao pouts, locking eyes with Xu Mo in a silent challenge.
Li Yuebai does the same, but the aroma of food, especially for her, quickly betrays them.
Their mouths say no, but their bodies are honest.
After the meal, Xu Mo, strapped for cash, tells Li Yuebai he can handle the project single-handedly.
The condition? He gets all the bonuses meant for the other employees, including Li Yuebai’s commission—totaling around 500,000 to 600,000.
This is Xu Mo’s expectation. You all know that 500,000 or 600,000 wouldn’t have meant much to him in the past.
But a single penny can bring a hero to his knees.
Li Yuebai is amused. Xu Mo, a new hire, claims he can pull it off?
She ups the ante—offering him a million.
That’s the cut she can secure for him.
She doesn’t care about the money; she’d even pay out of pocket if Xu Mo can deliver.
Later, Xu Mo succeeds—with just a call or two. Why is it so easy?
He asks Tao Xiaoyi (aka Tao Tao) from Magic City to get the contact of the company overseeing the project in Jiang City—specifically, the big boss’s number.
For Tao Xiaoyi, this is a breeze.
He could’ve even handled it without Xu Mo asking—no questions, no conditions.
It doesn’t matter if the solution works or not.
Because the Tao family in Magic City is loaded, and money means power.
But Xu Mo doesn’t let him interfere. He handles his own business, calling the top executive directly.
This number belongs to the chairman—someone even Li Yuebai, with her status, can’t reach.
Right now, Li Yuebai is just a project manager, and the highest she can go is the department manager handling this collaboration.
Anyone higher, like the general manager? Good luck meeting them.
Xu Mo skips straight to the chairman and presents a solid solution.
He flawlessly resolves this minor issue.
What follows is Li Yuebai and Chen Miao’s stunned disbelief.
Originally promised a million, Xu Mo ends up getting two million in commission thanks to Li Yuebai’s efforts.
With money comes a new car—a Cadillac worth 300,000 to 400,000. Nice.
Then comes more slice-of-life fun—gets me excited just thinking about it.
Like going for massages, hitting up high-end clubs, or the Red Romance Bathhouse.
For instance, when Li Yuebai’s car breaks down, she shamelessly begs Xu Mo for a ride.
The navigation blares: “In 1 kilometer, you will arrive at your destination—Red Romance Bathhouse.”
Xu Mo’s face darkens.
Li Yuebai’s eye twitches uncontrollably.
The end.

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