Rebirth of an Idle Noblewoman...

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She was the illegitimate daughter of the Manoban family from N City, and a gloomy coward in everyone's eyes. ... Daha Fazla

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๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ฐ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฐ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฐ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฝ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ฝ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ฝ๐‘ฐ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ฝ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฐ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ฝ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฐ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฟ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ฟ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฐ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฐ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฐ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฝ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฝ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฝ๐‘ฐ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฝ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฐ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฝ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฐ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฟ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฟ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฐ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฐ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฐ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฝ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฝ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฝ๐‘ฐ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฝ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฐ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฝ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฐ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฟ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฟ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฐ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฐ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฐ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฝ๐Ÿ˜ญ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฝ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฝ๐‘ฐ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฝ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฐ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฝ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฐ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฟ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ฟ๐‘ณ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ฟ๐‘ณ๐‘ฐ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ฟ๐‘ณ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฐ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ฟ๐‘ณ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฐ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ฟ๐‘ณ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฝ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ฟ๐‘ณ๐‘ฝ๐‘ฐ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ฟ๐‘ณ๐‘ฝ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฐ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ฟ๐‘ณ๐‘ฝ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฐ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ฟ๐‘ณ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฟ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ณ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ณ๐‘ฐ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ณ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฐ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ณ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฐ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ณ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฝ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ณ๐‘ฝ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ณ๐‘ฝ๐‘ฐ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ณ๐‘ฝ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฐ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ณ๐‘ฝ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฐ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ณ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฟ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ณ๐‘ฟ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ณ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฐ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ณ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฐ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ณ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฐ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ณ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฝ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ณ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฝ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ณ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฝ๐‘ฐ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ณ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฝ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฐ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ณ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฝ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฐ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ณ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฟ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ณ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฟ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ณ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฐ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ณ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฐ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ณ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฐ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ณ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฝ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ณ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฝ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ณ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฝ๐‘ฐ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ณ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฝ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฐ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ณ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฝ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฐ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ณ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฟ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ณ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฟ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ณ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฐ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ณ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฐ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ณ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฐ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ณ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฝ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ณ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฝ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ณ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฝ๐‘ฐ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ณ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฝ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฐ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ณ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฝ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฐ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ณ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฟ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ฟ๐‘ช
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ฟ๐‘ช๐‘ฐ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ฟ๐‘ช๐‘ฐ๐‘ฐ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ฟ๐‘ช๐‘ฐ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฐ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ฟ๐‘ช๐‘ฐ๐‘ฝ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ฟ๐‘ช๐‘ฝ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ฟ๐‘ช๐‘ฝ๐‘ฐ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ฟ๐‘ช๐‘ฝ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฐ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ฟ๐‘ช๐‘ฝ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฐ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ฟ๐‘ช๐‘ฐ๐‘ฟ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ช
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ช๐‘ฐ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ช๐‘ฐ๐‘ฐ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ช๐‘ฐ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฐ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ช๐‘ฐ๐‘ฝ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ช๐‘ฝ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ช๐‘ฝ๐‘ฐ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ช๐‘ฝ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฐ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ช๐‘ฝ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฐ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ช๐‘ฐ๐‘ฟ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ช๐‘ฟ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ช๐‘ฟ๐‘ฐ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ช๐‘ฟ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฐ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ช๐‘ฟ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฐ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ช๐‘ฟ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฝ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ช๐‘ฟ๐‘ฝ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ช๐‘ฟ๐‘ฝ๐‘ฐ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ช๐‘ฟ๐‘ฝ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฐ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ช๐‘ฟ๐‘ฝ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฐ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ช๐‘ฟ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฟ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ช๐‘ฟ๐‘ฟ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ช๐‘ฟ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฐ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ช๐‘ฟ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฐ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ช๐‘ฟ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฐ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ช๐‘ฟ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฝ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ช๐‘ฟ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฝ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ช๐‘ฟ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฝ๐‘ฐ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ช๐‘ฟ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฝ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฐ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ช๐‘ฟ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฝ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฐ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ช๐‘ฟ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฟ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ช๐‘ฟ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฟ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ช๐‘ฟ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฐ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ช๐‘ฟ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฐ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ช๐‘ฟ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฐ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ช๐‘ฟ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฝ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ช๐‘ฟ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฝ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ช๐‘ฟ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฝ๐‘ฐ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ช๐‘ฟ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฝ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฐ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ช๐‘ฟ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฝ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฐ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ช๐‘ฟ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฟ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ช๐‘ฟ๐‘ณ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ช๐‘ฟ๐‘ณ๐‘ฐ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ช๐‘ฟ๐‘ณ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฐ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ช๐‘ฟ๐‘ณ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฐ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ช๐‘ฟ๐‘ณ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฝ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ช๐‘ฟ๐‘ณ๐‘ฝ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ช๐‘ฟ๐‘ณ๐‘ฝ๐‘ฐ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ช๐‘ฟ๐‘ณ๐‘ฝ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฐ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ช๐‘ฟ๐‘ณ๐‘ฝ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฐ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ช๐‘ฟ๐‘ณ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฟ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ช๐‘ณ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ช๐‘ณ๐‘ฐ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ช๐‘ณ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฐ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ช๐‘ณ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฐ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ช๐‘ณ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฝ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ช๐‘ณ๐‘ฝ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ช๐‘ณ๐‘ฝ๐‘ฐ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ช๐‘ณ๐‘ฝ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฐ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ช๐‘ณ๐‘ฝ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฐ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ช๐‘ณ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฟ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ช๐‘ณ๐‘ฟ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ช๐‘ณ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฐ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ช๐‘ณ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฐ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ช๐‘ณ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฐ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ช๐‘ณ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฝ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ช๐‘ณ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฝ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ช๐‘ณ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฝ๐‘ฐ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ช๐‘ณ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฝ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฐ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ช๐‘ณ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฝ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฐ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ช๐‘ณ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฟ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ช๐‘ณ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฟ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ช๐‘ณ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฐ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ช๐‘ณ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฐ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ช๐‘ณ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฐ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ช๐‘ณ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฝ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ช๐‘ณ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฝ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ช๐‘ณ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฝ๐‘ฐ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ช๐‘ณ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฝ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฐ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ช๐‘ณ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฝ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฐ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ช๐‘ณ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฟ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ช๐‘ณ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฟ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ช๐‘ณ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฐ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ช๐‘ณ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฐ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ช๐‘ณ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฐ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ช๐‘ณ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฝ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ช๐‘ณ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฝ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ช๐‘ณ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฝ๐‘ฐ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ช๐‘ณ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฝ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฐ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ช๐‘ณ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฝ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฐ
๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ช๐‘ณ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฟ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฟ
๐‘ญ๐‘ฐ๐‘ต๐‘จ๐‘ณ๐‘ฌ ๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ช๐‘ฟ๐‘ช
๐‘บ๐’Š๐’…๐’† ๐‘บ๐’•๐’๐’“๐’š ๐‘ท๐’‚๐’“๐’• ๐‘ฐ
๐‘บ๐’Š๐’…๐’† ๐‘บ๐’•๐’๐’“๐’š ๐‘ท๐’‚๐’“๐’• ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฐ
๐‘บ๐’Š๐’…๐’† ๐‘บ๐’•๐’๐’“๐’š ๐‘ท๐’‚๐’“๐’• ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฐ
๐‘บ๐’Š๐’…๐’† ๐‘บ๐’•๐’๐’“๐’š ๐‘ท๐’‚๐’“๐’• ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฝ
๐‘บ๐’Š๐’…๐’† ๐‘บ๐’•๐’๐’“๐’š ๐‘ท๐’‚๐’“๐’• ๐‘ฝ
๐‘บ๐’Š๐’…๐’† ๐‘บ๐’•๐’๐’“๐’š ๐‘ท๐’‚๐’“๐’• ๐‘ฝ๐‘ฐ
๐‘บ๐’Š๐’…๐’† ๐‘บ๐’•๐’๐’“๐’š ๐‘ท๐’‚๐’“๐’• ๐‘ฝ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฐ
๐‘บ๐’Š๐’…๐’† ๐‘บ๐’•๐’๐’“๐’š ๐‘ท๐’‚๐’“๐’• ๐‘ฝ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฐ
๐‘บ๐’Š๐’…๐’† ๐‘บ๐’•๐’๐’“๐’š ๐‘ณ๐’‚๐’”๐’• ๐‘ท๐’‚๐’“๐’•

๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐‘ฟ๐‘ณ๐‘ฝ

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With what had happened, the only thing left was the matter of moving out. Lisa rubbed Haha's head as she thought about where to move to. Haha was clearly enjoying the attention she was giving him, a bright pair of big eyes looking up at her from her embrace. "About moving out, if you agree with me, bark once. Come on, bark once."

Haha: "Woof woof~"

Lisa picked him up so that Haha's eyes were on the same level as hers as she stared intently into his eyes. "I said, bark once."

Haha: "...Woof."

"Looks like you also agree about moving out, but where should we move to?" Lisa returned Haha back to her arms, and continued to ponder.

Her phone rang and Lisa picked it up, finding an unknown local number flashing on the screen. There weren't many people who knew her number, and those who could call her were only people that she was close to.

She had guessed it to be a lot of other people, but she didn't expect the one to have called her was Yoongi. He was inviting her to his house, today was Soobin's birthday.

"If you'll give me the address, I'll go over there myself," Lisa said, hanging up the call soon after, and Yoongi sent over the address with a message that since the place was difficult to find, to give him a call if she couldn't find it.

Lisa looked at the address, and found that his house was actually in the small alley beside First High.

Because it was Soobin's birthday, Lisa first went to the mall to buy a gift. She settled on a Transformer toy that the salesperson had assured her that boys generally liked.

The alleyways in First High were numerous and chaotic. When she got off the bus, she saw Soobin waiting for her at the mouth of the alley. He was wearing a face mask, and only the pair of dark eyes was visible on his face. When he caught sight of Lisa, his eyes brightened.

"Sister Lisa!" He waved at Lisa.

Lisa walked to stand in front of him, rubbing the top of his head gently, handing the gift in her hands to him. "Happy birthday, Soobin."

Soobin didn't rush to open his gift, but pointed to the boy standing next to him. "Sister Lisa, this is Yao Kihyun, my brother's friend. Brother Kihyun, hurry up and greet people."

The tall, thin boy beside him lifted a hand to adjust the cap on his head, a bright smile appearing on his face as he looked up. "Hey, we meet again."

The girl in front of him was dressed in a white short-sleeved shirt, exposing the beautiful curve of her neck, a pair of crystal clear eyes, a healthy flushed face as well as a faint, warm smile on her lips. Kihyun struggled to pull his gaze away, taking what felt like half a day to react.

"You know each other?" Soobin asked in surprise.

"Less talk, let's go." Kihyun was clearly in a good mood, leading the two of them into the alley with a ridiculous grin spreading from ear to ear on his face.

The corner of Lisa's lips twitched upwards, turning to explain to Soobin. "Yes, I was sitting behind him during the national finals. He wore slippers to the exam, so it left a deep impression on me."

She wasn't saying anything about the first time they had met, Kihyun noted as his smile stretched wider. Even though their first meeting had been far from friendly, the impression he had left on her was deep. Seeing that she didn't bring it up, he also didn't mention it.

The Luo family house was quite remote, and they walked quite a few twists and turns before finally reaching a courtyard.

As soon as they reached home, Soobin ran to his room to secretly open the gift that Lisa had gotten for him. When he had first caught sight of the packaging, he had been holding in urge to open it immediately. It was an expensive brand in the stores, and he would see it almost every day, but he never thought that he would ever get a gift from there.

Kihyun had navigated through the kitchen with easy familiarity as he took out a decent looking paper cup on top of the fridge to serve Lisa.

"I've been really curious for a while, at that time, what made you take the money from that woman?" Lisa asked as she watched him make tea.

Having met a few times, Lisa found that Kihyun wasn't a bad person. He was a very loyal person, open and honest, and he wasn't the kind to go around stealing.

"It was nothing, really. At that time, Soobin's condition wasn't stable, and he needed chemotherapy, which meant more money that we didn't have. In the beginning, I borrowed money from my aunt, promising to pay it back. Her family has the money, but once they had money, their attitude also changed for the worse, not acknowledging my dad, who was a dirt poor relative. At that time, I was really angry, and so I took the money from her bag," Kihyun explained, finding the situation hilarious when he recalled, and at the same time rejoicing from the memory of it.

Lisa didn't know that there was such a backstory, feeling a little loss for words at the revelation. She remembered the lecture she had given Kihyun, and scratched her nose. "Did I misunderstand you again?"

"No, you saved a youth," Kihyun said, shaking his head. At that time, he was so cynical in his thoughts, thinking that the good people always suffered a lot, while the bad people were always carefree and happy, that the heavens were really unfair. It wasn't until she appeared and made him understand that there was still hope in this world.

While he was talking, Yoongi came back carrying the groceries. He didn't say much, just greeted Lisa with a few words before heading into the kitchen. It looked like he was going to be the chef for the night.

Soobin carried the Transformer toy that he had just received, thanking Lisa for the present, before heading into the kitchen too.

In the kitchen, Yoongi watched as Soobin sat on a stool and played with the Transformer toy in his hands, a childish smile on his face. Compared to the normal expression he had on usual days, there was an air of vitality and youthfulness that was usually absent in him today.

Yoongi watched him a little longer before turning back to chop the vegetables, his eyes clouding over slightly.

How many years has it been since he had seen such an expression on Soobin's face? It had been so long that he had thought there would never be a day in this life when Soobin would get better, and his desire to travel to every corner of the world didn't seem like a dream that was too far off now.

The kitchen door was not closed fully, and by turning his head slightly, Yoongi could see Lisa who was in the living room. She was standing in the middle, staring at the awards and trophies adorning the wall. It belonged to both Yoongi and Soobin, but naturally, there were more of Yoongi's.

"Entertain yourself for a moment, I need to go out to pick up someone," Kihyun said, his eyes on his phone as he informed Lisa.

Lisa turned her gaze on him suddenly, narrowing her eyes. "It's better for you not to go out, I see that you have the scent of death hanging over you."

Kihyun laughed, looking straight at her with a serious expression after a while. "Don't tell me, you've predicted it through finger divination?"

"More or less." Lisa nodded her head, turning back to look at the certificates and awards on the wall, looking like she wasn't bothered whether he listened to her words or not.

Kihyun left, and didn't return until it was time for dinner. He was being supported by a girl when he returned, and when Soobin saw the way he returned, he immediately went to retrieve the first aid kit from the room. Yoongi proceeded to bandage his wounds with practised ease, though the expression on his face was pale. "Yao Kihyun, how many times have I told you. Don't mix with that group of people, they're all good for nothing, and they're not good people!"

"It's fine, don't worry so much, holy shit, can you be gentler!" Kihyun hissed. He took a deep breath, looking at Lisa whose eyes were also on him. He immediately turned grim. "You said that today, I would..."

"It was just a guess," Lisa said, raising an eyebrow. She glanced over his injuries, "It looks fine, you won't be dying from it."

Take it as a lesson.

Kihyun: "..."

"One day, you're going to die from all this fooling around!" Suran scolded as she placed the gift in her hands on the table. "Please, and you said I needed to be picked up? If it wasn't for me making a police report, you would have said goodbye to your life!"

Suran's attention finally turned from Kihyun's person to Lisa, who was standing to the side. When she saw her face, she froze.

After struggling for so long, and it seemed like all hope was lost, the person that they had been looking for suddenly appeared in front of her. Excitement was not enough of a word to describe her feelings right now, and she could only stand in shock, spluttering, "You, you!"

"Hello." The corner of her pink lips lifted up as Lisa greeted, not giving Suran an opportunity to continue her own line of thoughts.

"Hello," Suran finally said, after opening her mouth a few times, but ending up swallowing whatever she was trying to say. She couldn't calm the turmoil inside her heart though, and was dumbstruck. Fortunately, everyone was more focused on Kihyun's injuries, and didn't pay much attention to the lapse of control from her.

"Yoongi, where did you get this medicine? The effect is really good. I don't think I'll need to go to the hospital, I'll be as good as new tomorrow." Kihyun's injury was on his back, it was a large cut and the blood from it had stained the back half of his shirt. Yoongi had given him a change of clothes.

Yoongi glanced at him but didn't say a word. Kihyun knew that he had screwed up this time. He bowed his head, admitting his fault.

Lisa took advantage of the down time, preparing to draw something to give to Yoongi. She stood at the study desk, slender fingers as white as snow holding the brush, with her brows furrowed in concentration. Her entire figure was in contrast with the narrow and rundown room that she was standing in.

This was the first time Lisa was painting in front of Soobin, and he found that she looked very serious, his own face full of awe and admiration. He had seen Suran paint in front of him before, and at that time, he only felt that it was good and mystical. And today, he was seeing Lisa outline himself and Yoongi in just a short ten minutes, the painting as vivid as life...

He finally believed the words that Yoongi had said, "Sister Lisa, you're amazing!"

"What do children know!" Lisa teased as she laughed, and then she changed to another brush, writing a poem in the blank space of the paper.

Say nothing on old homes to old friends,

but start a new fire to brew fresh tea.

Her calligraphy was clean and concise, the strokes were bold and graceful, imitating a soaring dragon and dignified like it was written by a true professional.

"Sister Lisa, I'm not a child." Soobin pouted, he was sure that line was just teasing him.

Seeing that she was done, he cheerfully took the painting to show Yoongi.

"You paint really well," Kihyun said, walking over to her as surprise appeared on his face. Even an outsider like him could tell that the painting was an amazing job, "Very amazing."

Lisa glanced at him, thinking for a while, "Do you want to learn how to fight?"

The system in the void suddenly raised its head at that, [Beauty Lisa, do you intend to take him in as a disciple?]

'No.' Lisa didn't elaborate further.

"Do I look like I need to learn how to fight?" Kihyun said, raising an eyebrow in challenge. "I'm telling you, I've never lost a fight from the time I was young!"

Lisa glanced at the knife wound on his back. "I can tell."

Kihyun: "...this was a one-time accident."

They didn't continue the discussion on this matter, but Lisa was already turning over the plans she had made in her mind.

Suran managed to get the opportunity to talk to Lisa after that, her voice trembling with excitement as she looked at her, but she was also careful not to let her voice go too loud, "Miss Lalisa, your painting has already been entered into the National Art Exhibition. Mr. Sima has also wanted to contact you through the dean, wanting to accept you as one of theirs!"

Everyone in the art world knows the person who is called Sima Jun, he was undoubtedly the top artist in the art world. His apprentice, Mu Lucas was also a well-known genius in oil painting. Even having money was sometimes not enough to obtain a piece of his artwork.

Lucas has received numerous international awards, playing on international stages ever since he was ten years old. And now, he has left the older generation in dust, everyone in the circle regarding him as a legend. He was very temperamental, spoke bluntly to everyone and would not listen to anyone but Sima Jun. He was also known to have big mood swings.

Even so, it didn't affect the admiration of everyone.

He was the first Chinese to conquer overseas artists with his own paintings, and due to that, his reputation in China had soared to great heights.

And for people from the Academy of Fine Arts like Suran could only look up to people like Sima Jun and Mu Lucas. If you wanted to see them in person, it would take even someone with talent like Suran at least ten years worth of effort before they would have the chance to stand on the same stage as them. And who knows what greater heights Lucas would have reached in those ten years?

And that was why, when the Academy of Fine Arts had received the call from Sima Jun, the entire academy went into an uproar again, the other people in the academy had always looked down on the Chinese painting department after all. They adored Lucas, hence there were a lot of people who were learning oil painting, but because of that one call, there was a sudden surge of enthusiasm for Chinese painting all of a sudden, one that was unprecedented in all the years.

Once Suran had explained everything, she looked at Lisa, expecting her to also be excited about the news she had just learned.

However, Lisa was not a bit excited about it at all. She was surprised and stunned for the moment, and started to recall what she could remember of Sima Jun. Come to think of it, he was also a familiar person in her previous life. Without her, he had been Eunha's teacher the last time.

When she recalled the matter, her mood plummeted. She pressed her fingers to her temple, trying to ward off the bad memories as she smiled lightly at Suran. "Consider that painting a gift to you, and I hope you won't tell anyone else about this. Thank you."

Suran was astonished once again, she had thought of various possibilities, but she didn't expect this conversation to turn out this way.

She refused?

She's actually refusing Sima Jun?

Did she know what the three syllables 'Sima Jun' represented?

As long as you were under Sima Jun, you needn't fight so hard in the remainder of your life, not to mention the countless prestige and fame that awaited you!

Did she really not know, or did she not care at all?

"You...really?" Suran uttered, not able to react for a long moment.

A golden needle appeared in Lisa's hand suddenly, and her clear eyes gazed into Suran's own before a more sedate and secretive smile graced her face. Her eyes curved in a beautiful arc. "My ambition is to be a good doctor. That's why, you have to keep this secret for me."

She had such an amazing talent for painting, and yet she wanted to study medicine!

Suran could only nod her head hurriedly, still wide-eyed and dumbstruck by what she had just heard.

By the time she recovered, Lisa was already in the midst of talking to Kihyun.

But what in the world was going on here? How could there be such a person that existed?

Suran could feel a headache coming on, one that would want to make her pull her hair out in frustration. Such a talent but won't go into painting, but instead choose to wrestle for jobs with those science students!

As a patient, Soobin still needed to return to the hospital, so there was no other activity planned apart from dinner. Kihyun was booted out of the place by Yoongi, ordering him to take a rest. Suran also reluctantly left after a phone call, which left the three of them.

Soobin had brought the Transformer toy with him into the ward, and the nurse was setting up the IV bag and connecting it back to his arm. Seeing his bright, glittering eyes, Yoongi's eyes softened.

"Tha-"

"It's fine," Lisa said, stopping him from completing his sentence. She tilted her head to the side, her face seemingly glowing in the dark, "I heard from Uncle Jinhee, that you are very good."

She had only known about the current situation after having a call with Jinhee yesterday night. She had initially thought that although Yoongi was clever, his practical skills wouldn't be any more outstanding than his intelligence. Unexpectedly, Yoongi was naturally sensitive towards numbers. Just by giving him a portfolio of future arbitrage that they had, he was easily able to discern the pattern in them by himself.

Jinhee had seen the potential in Yoongi, and had immediately contacted Lisa. He had decided to groom Yoongi, since Lisa wasn't in the company all the time. Jinhee had clearly seen through Lisa being a more laid back and lazy person, and so when she wasn't at the company, Yoongi could assume her responsibilities.

A strong company couldn't rely on just one person after all.

"It's nothing really," Yoongi said in a low voice, he had never thought that he would have such an affinity for finance. Jinhee was the first to discover his talent, and was currently grooming him. He even changed the terms in his contract, to the amount of ten million.

In fact, he knew that the amount of money didn't matter to him. He knew that he wouldn't be leaving the Nine Heavens company.

Also, he had seen from the investment plans the company had, they were looking at 10% risk-free returns. In this world, she was the only person to be able to create such a terrifyingly amazing percentage return, right?

Lisa wasn't aware of the thoughts that were running in Yoongi's head as she chatted with Soobin for a while, before getting ready to head back.

Yoongi had received a call shortly before that, and when he saw she was turning to leave, he hurriedly called out to her to stop her. "Hey, wait a minute. Uncle Jinhee is calling us to go to Nine Heavens!"

"Are you sure?" Lisa asked as she blinked. Why would he ask her to go over?

"If you don't believe me, you can give a call and ask him yourself?" Yoongi laughed as he waved his phone.

Lisa touched her nose. "Alright, let's go."

She couldn't figure out why Jinhee would be looking for her, it would have to be something big, but what was it? Her eyebrows knitted together in concern, and then she glanced at Yoongi, a few possibilities running through her head.

"The teacher is here, you can meet him in the conference room." Was the first thing out of Jinhee's mouth when he saw them, he was acting normally as he asked Yoongi to head for his training.

He had found a famous financial analyst in N City for Yoongi, and his salary was calculated by the hour. Yoongi was aware of this, and he took his studies seriously. After saying his goodbyes to Lisa, he left for the conference room without delay.

Since they had given him this opportunity, he would definitely seize it properly!

There would come the day that he would stand on top of the world, and head to the Imperial Capital to see the man who had abandoned his wife!

Lisa watched him leave before turning back to Jinhee, and the smile that was on his face dropped. He took the document that was on his table and handed it to her, a solemn look on his face. "One good news, and one bad news."

"The good news," Lisa said, flipping through the document in hand. She could guess at the bad news, it would probably be about those big shots from the Imperial Capital.

But she had no idea on what the good news would be about.

Touching on this topic, Jinhee's expression relaxed slightly. "It's Siwon, you remember he has been studying the software that you gave him? In his free time, he posted the firewall that he couldn't crack onto the hackers forum, and unexpectedly he managed to attract a big name from that website."

Lisa turned the last few pieces of paper over, and raised her head to look at him slightly surprised. "A big name?"

"That's right." Jinhee sighed. "Hearing what Siwon has to say about him, he's quite a tyrant. A lot of foreign countries are trying to dig him out, but no one knows his identity. He's mysterious, and also has very good foresight!"

Their new company in an emerging industry had been relying on the software that Lisa had given them to turn a profit, but that was not a long term development plan that they had. What Nine Heavens lacked the most right now was the right talents, and in this era, how easy was it to find a talent with appropriate technical knowledge?

Yoongi was one of them, and this was enough to surprise Jinhee. And now, unexpectedly, their small software had managed to hook up another big fish!

"Siwon has left for S City to find him, I believe we'll have another comrade not long after!" Jinhee couldn't help but feel pleased with this, the excitement inside bursting out slightly.

A divine hacker that a lot of foreigners would give money for. One no one had ever succeeded getting their hands on, and they had succeeded where no one else had!

Lisa touched her nose, taking her phone and swiping it to the Caijing web. "You've already said that the person hadn't been interested in so many other foreign companies, and they have such a high vision, why would they look at our little empire?"

"Lili, you underestimate yourself," Jinhee said, shaking his head. He had already familiarized himself with the force that was Lisa, able to bring out such amazing software which made an arrogant genius hacker come down to look at it. With her here, why would they fear the person wouldn't come to them?

If Siwon didn't head to S City, the person would probably come here on his own.

Jinhee's praise made Lisa feel a little embarrassed, and she quickly changed the topic towards the bad news.

As expected, the bad news was that the influential families in the Imperial Capital had begun to exert pressure on them. The people from the Industry and Commerce Bureau knew that Nine Heavens had some connection to the young master from the Yin family, and had released the news to Jinhee discreetly, doing him a favor and warning him in advance to be alert.

Jinhee was worried when he received the news, and wanted to discuss with Lisa. "It's lucky that we had the warning due to Young Master Yin, if not we would have been taken by surprise."

"What about the software that Uncle Siwon took to study with a few others last time?" Lisa asked lazily, putting down her phone.

She leaned against the table, her posture elegant, an indifferent expression on her face, as though the matter was not important. Jinhee felt his anxiety lessened when he took in her demeanor, but those people were still from the Imperial Capital, and no matter what there would still be some doubt and anxiety inside his heart.

"They've completed their research, but what are we going to be doing with this type of software?" Jinhee had heard from Siwom that the few software were for monitoring and scanning, it was a set of security systems. He didn't know how good the level of capability on the security system was, but seeing Siwon's reaction after he had pulled a few days of sleepless nights, it would seem like something that was unimaginable again.

Lisa raised her hand, turning the computer that was on the desk on, the keyboard clicking clacking as she typed away. Her hands contrasted against the black keyboard, making them shine like a pale moonlight glow with the string of words flowing out from her hands.

"Do you know that N City intends to build a base?" Her soft, melodious voice sounded after a while.

"I know a bit about it," Jinhee said, nodding his head. There weren't many people who were aware that N City was building a base, but since the circle they ran in was quite big, there was sure to be someone who would leak the news to him for the potential of his position in Nine Heavens.

But since it was a national base, Jinhee had never thought about getting into it, it was too far off. In other words, only N City's top influential families would dare to try to take a piece of pie from that.

And their small little business?

They didn't have the right to know about it nor to get involved at all!

Wait, for her to raise this up now, could it be that she had her attention on the national base? That was some bold courage, and Jinhee was stunned when he looked up as the realization hit him, "Are you saying..."

"This security system was made with them in mind," Lisa said, typing in the last word.

She had the plan from the beginning. In her last life, she had done her best to have the Manoban family occupy even a little bit of the piece of pie that was the national base, and that led to the Manoban family having better prospects.

Seeing how it had been so important to connect to the country, she wouldn't let go of the opportunity this time!

The most important thing about national bases was privacy and confidentiality, they would buy the expensive security systems from out of the country. But how could things from foreign countries reassure them? In comparison, there was a security system that was better than the ones in the foreign countries, they would be the ones to rush to cooperate with Nine Heavens instead.

The printer printed out the few pieces of paper, Lisa taking them out and handing it to Jinhee. "You have to know that the stage we're going to take it not N City, nor is it China, it is the world, Uncle Jinhee. Be more courageous, look a little higher."

Their stage was not N City or China, it was the entire world!

The words that Lisa said made Jinhee's blood pump with excitement, and he took the papers from her hands to read. His eyes flew over the words, getting wider and wider at each sentence he read, eyes flying faster. It took him a long while after he had finished reading before he snapped out of his daze to look at Lisa.

The plans and proposals in his hands were until the previous short term ones before, but a long term one. It also took into consideration the future economic development trend, the line of thought being extremely mature and comprehensive which spoke of years of experience. If she hadn't done the entire thing in front of him, he would have assumed that a top scholar from the financial world had done this.

How could the Manoban family have let such a talented and amazing person go?

Jinhee thought back to the recent rumors that were circulating in the circle. Had they really severed all ties to the person standing in front of him?

Needless to say, how blind were the people from the Manoban family?

He looked toward Lisa, who was looking at her phone. Her figure was slim, and her slightly rounded face was bright and looked very young. Yes, no matter how matured she acted, she was still a child.

Come to think of it, if Nine Heavens had a connection with the national base, would those big influential families from the Imperial Capital really stop?

Jinhee didn't really know what he was doing. He wasn't as knowledgeable as Lisa pertaining to the national base, and naturally had his doubts about it inside.

He picked up his coat, calling his assistant to call the car as he took his phone.

***

The Imperial Capital, a place where all the powerhouses were concentrated in. Countless of tall buildings stood, reaching all the way up to the clouds. The roads were spacious and clean, just by standing at the bottom of those buildings, you would be able to feel the insignificance of your existence when you looked up.

Inside a tall building in the middle of the city, a woman with exquisite makeup and upturned eyes was holding a cup tightly with slender hands and perfectly manicured fingers. "A small, non-influential company thinks that they can step over me to take the national base, and doesn't even care to think who I, Cheng Feng am?!"

The corners of her lips raised up slightly, her eyes full of contempt and poison.

"I'm sure it isn't, your daughter is really close to the Murong family after all, how could anyone in the Imperial Capital not give you face?" The assistant sitting next to her said flatteringly.

The waters in the Imperial Capital were deep, and relationships were a more complicated tangle of webs. It didn't matter whether you were the head honcho in some other places, when you reached here you had to obey the rules. You had to look out for yourself and not overstep the boundaries, or you would be caught unaware one day if you weren't careful.

Now even small businesses in second-tier cities dared to butt heads with the Chen family, they really didn't know how the word 'dead' was pronounced.

Although the reach of the Chen family was not as far, everything in the world cannot be separated from monopoly. The influential families in the Imperial Capital had been around for many years, and who doesn't know of the three reclusive families-Jeon, Murong, and Tang? Although the Tang family was only half-reclusive now, and couldn't be compared to normal people.

These reclusive families had the abilities to go on and about their days normally, without leaving any footprints and being completely unpredictable. Even if people wanted to find them, they didn't know where to begin. For the Chen family to be able to make friends with the Murong family was the envy in many eyes. Getting rid of a small business was naturally not a problem.

"Go and investigate who is in charge of the national base, make sure it's thorough." Chen Feng's face was bored but firm as she spoke to her assistant.

***

A call came through to the N City national base, and Jungkook was listening to what Taehyung was saying, his face getting darker by the seconds. "Chen family? Which Chen family?"

"Puwah!" Taehyung couldn't help but let out a burst of laughter, after such a long time, this young master Jeon still didn't know who the Chen family was, that was practically saying they weren't even worth a speck in his eyes.

"The girl who often follows behind Murong Irene, also a second-year student this year."

Jungkook furrowed his brows in thought, but he couldn't remember anything about them. If he didn't remember something even with his extraordinary memory, then it probably wasn't significant.

With that thought in mind, Taehyung laughed even harder, "I literally feel sad on behalf of the Chen family!"

Although he was smiling, Taehyung knew that when it came to dealing with this matter, it was a bit on the gray area. Even if he didn't ask Jungkook, he knew how the other thought. The Yin family name was great in N City, but it was practically useless in the Imperial Capital. This had to be taken care of by Jeon Jungkook's name, because Taehyung's name didn't hold any weight in this matter.

No matter how things were done, in the end they were all doing it for the sake of Lalisa, right?

***

And so, Chen Feng who was waiting in the office in the Imperial Capital for news of this matter, she wanted to force Yoongi to have no other way to go!

When the phone rang, she waved her assistant off, picking up the phone herself. She was all smiles while her eyes were full of contempt and mockery. How dare a small business try to go against a great wall like them? Her smile was only on her face for about three seconds before her face froze in stunned surprise.

The voice on the other side of the phone was clearly male. Not waiting for her to speak, his stern tone came through, mowing her down with his scolding words. "Chen Feng, I think you're tired of living your life, is it? You dare to stick your fingers into matters of N City, do you not know that the Jeon family is in charge over there? Are you not aware of what the Jeon family represents, that they can crush us with just a pinky finger? It's great if you fall, since your reach is so great, but don't bring us down with you!"

The call was cut immediately after, the dial tone ringing in her ears. Chen Feng was frozen in her seat, not able to react to anything. The blood had drained from her face the instant the words sank in, fingernails sank into her palm as her fist clenched tightly, not noticing the blood that dripped out, nor the pain that accompanied it.

She'd offended the Jeon family, that was the only thought that was swirling in her head, lingering on it. Her plans of brushing away Yoongi and pressuring him was already pushed completely out of her mind.

It was just a small emerging industry, why did it suddenly become about the Jeon family?

She got up in a desperate hurry, making calls as she went down the stairs. She could only hope that the Jeon family didn't see her as significant, otherwise she didn't know how to even die!

After this matter, no matter how many guts you gave Chen Feng, she still wouldn't dare to touch N City. No matter how much of an eyesore Yoongi was, he wasn't as important as the Chen family's future. Lou Yoongi was just a jester, he wouldn't be able to escape her palm. If ever he's out of N City, she would definitely get back at him!

The assistant followed behind her closely, vaguely able to guess what had happened. Her mouth was downturned, but her eyes were full of scorn.

After such a long time, they were still bullies but afraid of retaliation. He didn't know where the Jeon family came from, who were they and why was the Chen family so afraid of them? The assistant was deep in thought, he had been in the Imperial Capital for so long, but he had never heard of this family before. After thinking longer on it, he understood, it was probably another class of level that he could never touch.

After a flurry of activities, Chen Feng finally got word that the Jeon family wasn't going to pursue this matter, but she wasn't allowed to intervene in matters of N City.

Chen Feng was relieved to receive the news, reaching out to wipe the cold sweat from her brows, she slumped down onto the sofa for a long while before slowly getting up. She could feel the invisible pressure just by receiving a call from the Jeon family. Even if they hadn't said anything, she wouldn't dare to interfere in N City anymore. The Jeon family had always been overbearing when it came to protecting what was theirs, if they really pursued the matter, she wouldn't be able to bear the consequences.

"Luo Yoongi, consider yourself lucky!" Chen Feng cursed under her breath, the loathing in her eyes not diminished in the slightest.

***

In the office of the N City base, Taehyung had just hung up the phone, and he was looking at Jungkook. "Brother Jungkook, why didn't you send someone to clean up the Chen family properly?"

Taehyung had never thought himself to be a good person, and he had done a lot of unethical things during his time in college. After he met Jungkook, his arrogance didn't stop growing, those who needed to be rid of should be cleared up. Even if it wasn't in his intentions, those who needed to die should be killed!

And now, seeing someone who wanted to knock Lisa off, how could he stand aside and watch? She was such a cute, beautiful and intelligent little sister who was his to hold dear, and somebody dared to show their ugly mug in his territory. With his temper, he absolutely wouldn't take this lying down, and would definitely kill the person, but...

Jungkook was holding him back?

Why? Why? Why!

Taehyung didn't understand, Jungkook was even more overbearing than him. Didn't this situation call for a good beating on the Chen family?

Jungkook placed down the book that he was reading, looking him straight in the eyes. "Let her use this as training."

Wait for her to use it as training? How was she going to train? Taehyung was slightly stunned. 'Young Master Jeon, you just need to use one phone call to the Chen family ancestors, and every single power in Chen Feng's hands would be gone. At this point, you're still willing to have mercy and leave them with a chance? Leaving it as training for Lisa, she still needs training? Even if you don't practise on Chen Feng's family, they still wouldn't have peaceful days anymore right!'

Or maybe Chen Feng would go into hiding with her tails between her legs?

So what exactly did you mean, Master Jeon?

The words were stuck in his throat, as though saying it or not wouldn't make a difference, it was so frustrating!

Taehyung tempered down his annoyance as he picked up the book on the table, not understanding the dense wall of text when he flipped it open and threw it to one side. He then suddenly realized what he had done, and hurriedly picked it up and dusted it off.

It was fine, no one would dare to make a move against her in N City after all. Even if Chen Feng dared to use any underhanded methods, he would ensure that they would die an ugly death...As for the Imperial Capital, don't be deceived by Master Jeon's appearance, if you touch a hair on her head, he would probably uproot the entire Imperial Capital!

His phone rang suddenly, and Taehyung picked it up in a lazy motion to look at the screen, and a sudden look of shock crossed his face.

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