Can't Make Do with a Mismatched Pair

"Right this way, President An, please come inside."

Faced with his daughter's questioning, Qin Zhengwei decisively changed the subject and invited An Yi into the house.

An Yi smiled warmly and gestured. "After you, President Qin."

This was how wealthy people communicated—not by yelling "you little brat" the moment they met. How uncouth!

Qin Zhengwei chuckled dryly.

Damn it, this brat really knows how to put on airs.

But in this money-driven society, there was no helping it.

An Yi wasn’t the same small-time punk he used to be.

At the last birthday banquet, this kid had been nothing more than a broke moocher trying to borrow money under the guise of a free meal.

Who could’ve imagined that in just two months, he’d built his own company—one that was on track to become the top cosmetics brand in the country?

In terms of wealth, he might have already surpassed Qin Zhengwei himself.

The older man sighed inwardly.

A young, self-made entrepreneur worth hundreds of millions.

Given the circumstances, An Yi pursuing Qin Yao wasn’t such a mismatch anymore.

Now that he thought about it, this kid wasn’t just handsome—he was loaded. Twice as loaded.

Maybe letting him be with his daughter wasn’t such a bad idea.

But then again, Lin Chen was the more outstanding choice.

After all, he was the son of the former Netherworld Sect’s leader—he might even inherit the title one day.

If the two really hit it off and married Qin Yao…

Would that mean he could see her again?

"Uh, President Qin?"

An Yi waved a hand in front of Qin Zhengwei’s face.

Snapping out of his thoughts, Qin Zhengwei forced a smile. "Please, come in."

Qin Yao grabbed An Yi’s arm, but after catching Lin Chen’s murderous glare, she quickly let go and stuck her tongue out at him in secret.

"Dad, what’s your relationship with that pretty lady?" Qin Yao asked curiously.

Over the years, Qin Zhengwei had remained single and never fooled around.

But if her father really had feelings for someone, she wouldn’t stand in his way.

Lin Chen was just as curious.

In his memory, his aunt Lin Mei'er rarely lost her temper like that.

"Ahem, we’re not that close," Qin Zhengwei deflected, then strategically shifted the topic back to An Yi. "So, An Yi, your company’s been all over the business news lately. Everyone’s calling you a financial prodigy, born for this industry."

Leaning back with his legs crossed, An Yi waved a hand modestly. "Eh, just scraping by. Only a few hundred million in revenue each month—still small-time. I just threw it together on a whim, really."

"But there’s one thing you got wrong. I don’t consider myself a financial prodigy."

He smirked.

"I’m a business genius."

After all, not just anyone could build an empire like his in two months. "Oh, and I recently started an entertainment company—Yilan Media, I think it’s called."

Qin Zhengwei’s face darkened.

I shouldn’t have brought this up.

Let’s just go back to talking about Lin Mei'er.

Originally, he’d hoped to get a piece of the pie by investing in An Yi’s company.

Especially since the "Jade Beauty Elixir" had taken the market by storm.

The product’s success was practically an apocalypse for the beauty industry.

Even the outrageously priced "Golden Vial" edition—a million bucks a pop—was selling out instantly.

But now? No chance. This bastard was swimming in cash.

Even if Qin Zhengwei poured his entire fortune into it, An Yi might not even bat an eye.

"An Yi, you’re amazing!" Qin Yao beamed at him.

Her father was a snob. Now that An Yi was this successful, surely he couldn’t look down on him anymore!

Noticing his daughter’s expression, Qin Zhengwei cleared his throat pointedly.

Qin Yao glared back defiantly.

With a resigned sigh, Qin Zhengwei let it go.

Ideally, he’d love for Qin Yao and Lin Chen to end up together.

But if she wasn’t interested, he wouldn’t force it.

Love was a matter of fate, after all.

Uncle Fu hesitated several times, holding back his words.

Even though this smug little punk An Yi wasn’t the best match for their young miss, he knew they had to play along for now.

Most importantly—they could not let Qin Zhengwei keep pushing Qin Yao and Lin Chen together!

If that actually worked out, the heavens would strike them down for it!

By the time An Yi left the Qin residence, it was already late at night.

He drove his Lamborghini in slow circles around the block, soaking in the envious stares from passersby.

But after a few laps, it started to feel ridiculous.

For the first time, he had no idea where to go.

Back to Lan Ruoxi? Not a good idea.

Home? He didn’t dare.

Who knew if that woman had cooled off yet?

After what happened with Mu Xuan’s master… things were beyond awkward.

Best to avoid facing her if possible.

"Whatever. I’ll just sleep in the car."

Stretching out in the seat, An Yi scrolled through the latest updates on the Martial Alliance app.

"Crocodile Gang leader seizes Hongtian Secret Realm token—found dead at sect entrance at 10 PM, body hacked to pieces. Token whereabouts unknown!"

"Qinglong, leader of the Enforcement Bureau’s Four Saints, slays evil cultivator Luo Sihai. Currently holds three tokens."

"Qingshan Sect’s Zhou Qingyun and Frostblade Sect’s Xiao Heng to duel at Broken Intestine Cliff, with a Hongtian token as the prize!"

News about the Hongtian Secret Realm tokens flooded the feed, leaving An Yi stunned.

He never imagined a single token could cause such chaos.

The Martial Alliance’s entire news section was dominated by Hongtian token updates!

No wonder so many people were after the two tokens he had.

Without the strength to back it up, owning these things was more trouble than it was worth.

An Yi searched for more information about the Hongtian Secret Realm, deep in thought.

The current landscape of the martial world was heavily influenced by the last time the realm opened.

Many newly risen sects owed their success to it.

If there really were treasures there to boost his strength, he had to go.

In just six months, he’d gone from struggling against low-level martial artists to holding his own against top-tier experts.

His growth was already terrifying by normal standards.

But for An Yi? It still wasn’t enough.

The enemies waiting in the Ancient Continent wouldn’t be so easy to deal with.

Rubbing his temples, An Yi felt exhaustion creeping in.

Luxury cars were great for showing off, but terrible for sleeping. And forget about any "car activities."

"Screw that meditation technique. Never using it again!"

"Find me a hotel. Five-star only." He pulled up a map of nearby options.

Now that he was worth hundreds of millions, he’d never actually indulged in a high-end hotel stay.

Then, spotting a saved location labeled "Happy Family," he suddenly remembered something.

Quickly, he dialed Shangguan Qianqian’s number.

The call connected, and a sleepy voice answered. "Calling me this late… what is it?"

"I’m coming over to your place later," An Yi said bluntly.

As a reincarnator, this woman knew far more than she let on.

Like why she’d told him to spare Han Liang’s life.

Or what secrets the Hongtian Secret Realm truly held.

She’d lived through it all before.

Shangguan Qianqian fell silent for a long moment before finally responding, her voice cool but resigned.

"Fine."

An Yi spun the wheel, and the Lamborghini streaked through the streets like a comet, racing toward Yunzhou City.

There's no denying that luxury cars are expensive for a reason.

At the very least, their speed is something no taxi could ever match.

In just half an hour, An Yi had already arrived at the gates of Shangguan Qianqian's villa.

Inside a parked van below, a yawning paparazzo perked up instantly when he spotted the owner of a Lamborghini heading into Shangguan Qianqian's residence.

He always knew—the early bird catches the worm, but the night owl gets the juiciest scoop!