Then.
Liu Yuan changed into a casual JK-style outfit and prepared to go out with Su Qi.
If you're wondering where the previous black-and-white ensemble went—
Naturally, it was put away.
After some careful thought, she decided that such an outfit should only be seen by her brother.
She definitely didn’t want to wear it outside for others to see...
Su Qi, understanding her reasoning, nodded. "That makes sense. It was loungewear to begin with, not really suitable for going out."
Liu Yuan was a little confused, unsure how that outfit could be classified as loungewear.
But if she couldn’t figure it out, she wouldn’t dwell on it.
She sat on the genkan, her pleated skirt cascading naturally, its folds spreading neatly across the floor.
Su Qi’s gaze swept over the round-toe Mary Janes Liu Yuan was about to slip into, their polished surfaces gleaming.
Dangling from her ankles were two fluffy pom-pom accessories, swaying restlessly as she moved to put on her shoes.
Don’t ask.
The answer is: 【The Perfectly Versatile Accessory That Matches Any Outfit】.
Unreliable card...
Liu Yuan sighed helplessly. This darn card—every time she changed clothes, it would immediately pair her with matching socks and even throw in a couple of accessories.
As if trying to mirror the fluffy adornments on her head.
"Let me help!"
Su Qi was always eager to take over such tasks.
Liu Yuan blushed and protested softly, "I-I can do this myself..."
But Su Qi ignored her.
He had already grasped her slender ankle, feeling the noticeable rise in her body temperature.
【Joy +9999】
The only thing that disappointed Liu Yuan was the iris-shaped pendant hanging at her collar—Su Qi didn’t seem to recognize it.
Otherwise, he might have connected it to their identities, right?
He probably didn’t even know what kind of flower it was!
Illiterate brother!
How could he miss such an obvious hint?
And another thing—
Where was the favorability display...?
Come on, save me here!
Just how much did this smelly brother like her?
Liu Yuan was just venting, not expecting an actual response.
But then...
【I shouldn’t interfere. I’m just a versatile accessory.】
Liu Yuan: ???
...
The midday sun was unexpectedly harsh.
The sky was a clear blue,
without a single cloud in sight.
After about half an hour’s drive,
around 11:30,
Su Qi looked up at the imposing villa before him and smiled wryly.
Of course.
For most people, a life like this was something they could never even dream of...
Places like this were mockingly called ‘Heavenly Palaces.’
And those who lived inside them could hardly be considered human anymore...
Well, more like immortals.
And what immortal would willingly give up their powers to descend to the mortal world?
No wonder that woman had resorted to forcing her own daughter’s hand.
Su Qi turned to Liu Yuan and instructed, "Later, don’t say anything. Just follow my lead."
Liu Yuan nodded obediently.
Su Qi pressed the doorbell.
After waiting roughly two and a half minutes,
a butler hurried over.
That was actually quite fast.
Considering... well, never mind.
The butler gave Su Qi a once-over,
mentally sifting through his database of important figures.
After a brief pause, he bowed slightly and said respectfully, "Mr. Su, I presume? I’ll inform Madam at once."
See? Just as Su Qi had said—
Even a butler here had to have a photographic memory to qualify.
They’d only met once before.
Liu Yuan was puzzled.
Why was he informing the Madam?
Wasn’t Su Qi here to see Yun Huang?
But since her brother had told her not to speak, she’d be a ‘well-behaved little mute.’
The butler stepped a short distance away.
Even while making a phone call, he maintained a deferential posture.
Moments later, he returned.
With another slight bow, his voice carefully modulated to sound pleasant, he said, "Madam is waiting in the parlor. Mr. Su and the young lady, please come in!"
...
The midday sun had heated the villa’s white marble steps to a scorching temperature.
Liu Yuan instinctively moved closer to Su Qi.
The fluffy pom-poms on her shoes trembled with her restless steps.
A wave of insecurity washed over her again...
This was the legendary ‘perfect girlfriend’ who could let a man skip decades of struggle, wasn’t it?
Compared to that, she was just some country bumpkin...
What did she have to compete with Yun Huang?
Her so-called 【Versatile Accessory】?
"Don’t be nervous." Su Qi gave her hand a reassuring squeeze. "Just think of it as..."
"As what?" Liu Yuan tilted her head up, her cat ears drooping slightly, casting tiny shadows in the sunlight.
Su Qi hesitated, then changed his wording. "As a mansion tour."
Liu Yuan: ...
That was about as helpful as saying nothing at all.
...
In the parlor, Yun Ting sat on a sofa, an incense stick burning on the coffee table.
Her eyes were half-lidded, her expression relaxed.
"You’re here."
Was this dialogue straight out of a Gu Long novel?
Su Qi smirked. Even on their second meeting, he still wasn’t used to the overpowering perfume she wore.
"I’m here."
This time, Su Qi wasn’t as polite as before.
Armed with a blade, his intent to kill surged.
【Radiance: 137】
【Brilliance: 2】
【Joy: 】
Close to forty million yuan in value.
Plus two points of 【Brilliance】.
If Su Qi were willing to go all-in...
Crafting a ninth-tier legendary card wouldn’t be difficult.
And as for the woman before him...
Last time, Su Qi had just broken into the sixth tier and couldn’t sense it clearly.
Now, at the peak of the sixth tier, he could vaguely perceive the ‘pressure’ emanating from Yun Ting.
Around mid-ninth tier.
No surprise there.
If she were just some defenseless woman, how could she manipulate Yun Huang’s life?
How could she hold up the crumbling Yun family?
But Su Qi wasn’t here to fight Yun Ting.
He materialized a card in his hand and casually tossed it onto the table, sliding it toward her.
"Fifty thousand."
Yun Ting didn’t react with anger. She merely picked up the card with practiced grace.
But the moment it touched her fingers, her brow furrowed almost imperceptibly. "Exactly the same?"
Su Qi’s face betrayed no guilt. "Exactly the same."
In truth, it was the same card from last time.
Yun Huang had never used it.
"Got lucky, that’s all."
Yun Ting snorted.
Honestly, Su Qi’s little tricks couldn’t fool her.
Last time, with the surveillance lifted, she couldn’t find fault—movie theaters did have strict no-recording policies.
But afterward...
She checked the theater’s cameras.
The seats Su Qi had booked were empty during the screening.
If it weren’t for Guardian Jiang’s influence shielding him somewhat,
she would’ve already had him eliminated.
And now he had the audacity to waltz back in, demanding money with the same card?
A clown...
Overestimating himself!
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