Chapter 381: Netherworld Appears
It was unknown if she was really as Netherworld had said, but she really had the talent for martial arts. In a short period of time, not only did she learn all sorts of assassination methods from past to present, but her combat strength in head-on battles also soared. None of the 19 students could beat her. Later on, when she was successful in her studies, she accepted the first mission the organization gave her to assassinate a pirate leader of an armed organization in the public sea domain.
In the end, when she returned with the head of the leader, she was already ranked first on the international assassin rankings, and the 19 students also occupied the top 20.
The only thing that made her feel regretful was that she had only met Netherworld once. Later on, when Netherworld taught them, they had done it through the satellite network in video form. She only remembered that Netherworld's voice was very low and hoarse, as if his throat had been injured. She felt that it should have been caused by the voice changer.
In fact, it was not only her. Even the 19 students did not know the details of Netherworld. They did not know anything about his appearance, age, nationality, and other information. They only knew that from the day he became a killer, he had been wearing a black mask. The mask was so black that it made people panic, and there were no patterns.
After being stunned for a while, Feng Qing replied, "You think I can't complete the mission alone?" Ever since he left the assassin world, Netherworld had stopped accepting missions. Wasn't helping her assassinate Madam Mingxue a question of her strength?
Feng Qing felt that she had been underestimated. Although Madam Mingxue had a deep relationship with the royal family of Country F and was the mother of Duke Raymond, the richest man in Country F, she was still first on the assassin rankings. Didn't she still complete the mission when she went to the open sea to kill the pirate leader?
Madam Mingxue was famous, but she was not someone to be trifled with. She was still very confident in completing this mission. Moreover, she did not need to secretly infiltrate Snow Castle this time. Instead, she would walk in openly as the Healer.
Of course, regardless of the reason, she was still very happy to see Instructor Netherworld again. Was this considered the appearance of the Netherworld?
If not for the fact that Netherworld had taught her so many killing skills and combat skills, she would have definitely been subdued on the spot when she was attacked by the five professional killers in the female toilet yesterday. Even if she didn't die, she would be unconscious.
Netherworld replied, "I want to ensure that you complete this mission. You can't make any mistakes."
Feng Qing did not reply anymore. Looking at the message from Netherworld, she narrowed her eyes slightly. All along, she had wanted to compare herself with Netherworld and see if she, the current number one on the assassin rankings, was better or the legendary King of Killers was still vigorous...
Shaking her head, Feng Qing threw away these nonsensical thoughts and crawled back into bed to rest. She wanted to quickly recover from her injuries. She still had many things to do in the next month. In her current state, let alone assassinating Madam Mingxue in Country F, she couldn't even hold a knife.
At the thought of this, she puffed up her cheeks. She had drunk an unknown amount of medicine yesterday. The antidote called Xie Jiuhan had been completely effective. He had used all the anger he had suffered during the day on her. If not for the fact that her body's foundation was not bad, she would have probably died on the spot last night.
...
Feng Qing slept until seven or eight in the evening. After finishing his work, Xie Jiuhan walked in and lifted a corner of the blanket. "Wake up. It's been a day. You should eat something." The man's voice was unquestionable. Feng Qing had drunk so much medicine yesterday and was injured too. She would not be able to take it if she didn't eat for a day. Therefore, he informed the woman to get up and eat instead of discussing it with her.
Feng Qing wrapped herself around the man and said sweetly, "Little Jiu Jiu, can I have hot pot? Spicy hot pot!"
Xie Jiuhan : "..."
He felt that this woman was going to take advantage of him again. Was he too good to her? She was obviously so sick, but she still wanted to have such a strong taste. However, looking at the woman's pitiful big eyes, he controlled his temper.
"You can't eat the hot pot, but the porridge and eggs have been prepared." Xie Jiuhan touched her forehead to see if she was still running a fever..
Chapter 382: Kneeled Willingly
"Nope, I want to eat hot pot. How can clear porridge and eggs be more nutritious than hot pot?" Feng Qing pouted and shook her head, looking like she would die if she didn't let him eat hot pot.
Xie Jiuhan's face darkened as he looked down at her. "Then did you treat yourself?"
Feng Qing's expression froze. Although she was a little embarrassed, she still nodded. She didn't expect the man to mention the identity of the Healer again. "Don't worry, my fever is gone now. I'm fine. I just need nourishment."
"Hmph, when did the Healer become so skilled that she can treat herself?" The man said coldly.
Feng Qing : "..."
"If a doctor can treat himself, then why didn't the Healer agree to it when I offered a huge sum of money to ask the Healer to treat my wife's eyes?" Xie Jiuhan looked at Feng Qing disdainfully, his body exuding a dangerous aura.
Feng Qing shrank her neck and put her head into the blanket like a primary school student who had made a mistake. The man's words made her face burn.
"Hmph, Little Jiu Jiu holds a grudge!" Feng Qing's voice came through the blanket.
"Do you think... that I should ask for some interest from the time I knelt to the Healer?" Xie Jiuhan continued.
Back then, when he found out that the Healer had gone to the Gu family to treat Old Master Gu, he personally went to the Gu family to look for the Healer. He even knelt down to the Healer in Gu Qingye's room, begging her to help. Thinking about it now, it was really... equivalent to kneeling to his wife.
Feng Qing covered her ears with her hands and curled up under the blanket. She chose to pretend to be deaf and mute when facing the man's question. She had completely lost this round.
Seeing that she was admitting defeat, Xie Jiuhan's lips curled up. How could he let her off so easily? His slender fingers gently pinched the woman's chin and forced her to look into his eyes.
"Let me interview you. What were you thinking when you saw me kneeling?" The man teased.
He, the dignified master of the Xie Manor, the highest existence on the 95th floor of the Di Hui Building, the pinnacle existence in the Capital, was played by a little woman and forced to kneel on the ground and beg.
What made him the most angry was that he could easily manipulate this woman, but he had to do it carefully, afraid that he would ruin her.
Feng Qing knew that she couldn't hide anymore. She could only poke her head out of the blanket and look at the man pitifully. "Little Jiu Jiu, I'm the Healer. You should be happy. Otherwise, how embarrassing would it be if word gets out that you kneel down to others?" With that, without waiting for the man to reply, she continued to spout nonsense in a serious manner. "Anyway, when we registered our marriage back then, you didn't kneel down and propose to me. So that kneel in the Gu family will be your compensation."
Xie Jiuhan: "???"
If one wanted to know what Xie Jiuhan's expression was, one could reference the color of the tire. It was blacker than black.
Seeing the man's cold face, Feng Qing stretched out her two slender arms and wrapped them around the man's neck like two water snakes. The man snorted coldly and took off one of her arms. Suddenly, a sentence rang in his heart. "In my life, I won't kneel to the sky or the ground, much less my parents. But if the other party is Feng Qing, then he's willing to kneel, and he's happy to do it!"
Not to mention that it was Feng Qing back then, if it was anyone else who could cure Feng Qing's eyes, as long as the other party wanted him to kneel, he could kneel without a care. However, now that he knew Feng Qing's two identities, he felt that he was being played when he knelt back then, and he wanted to find something to make up for it.
"Hmph, you're right. I made you kneel on the bed for so long last night. I'll take it that you compensated me." Xie Jiuhan gritted his teeth and decided that this matter would end here. Neither of them would lose out.
Feng Qing : "..."
The man's words made her blush again. It was not a sickly red, but a shy red. The scene of her being crazily nourished by the man last night was still vivid in her mind, and her ears were filled with the decadent sound of their bodies colliding.
"There's something I'm very curious about." Xie Jiuhan wrapped his large hand around Feng Qing's waist and said in a devilish voice.
Feng Qing was puzzled. "What is it?"
"You knelt for so long last night. Doesn't your knee hurt?" The man had a wicked smile on his lips. His eyes seemed to be suffused with a green light, and he looked at her body like a hungry wolf.
Feng Qing : "..."
Chapter 383: Can You Reach It?
"Jiu Jiu, I'm hungry. Where's the spicy hot pot?" Feng Qing hurriedly changed the topic. Her fever had just subsided, and she didn't want to be 'punished to kneel' by the man again.
Seeing her flustered appearance, the man's eyes emitted a dangerous glow, as if he could transform into a wild beast at any moment and ravage her, this little wild rabbit.
Xie Jiuhan licked his lips and endured his palpitating heart. He picked up the trauma cream Tang Mingxia had prescribed for her. "You can eat hot pot, but put the medicine on first."
Watching the man take out a finger cot from the medicine box and put it on, Feng Qing's palm-sized face was as red as a neon light. This man really wouldn't let go of any chance to take advantage of her.
"Go and prepare the hot pot. I'll do this myself." Feng Qing closed her legs.
Xie Jiuhan's expression turned cold. He pulled her legs apart forcefully and said in a tone that did not allow for doubt, "It's so deep. Can you reach it?"
Feng Qing : "..."
She felt that the man had taken advantage of her and was still pretending to be obedient. Not only did he take advantage of her, but he also insulted her for having short fingers. Without waiting for her to resist, the man's slender fingers held a smear of brown ointment and put it in her.
Xie Jiuhan's movements were very gentle. His warm breath sprayed on the base of Feng Qing's thigh, making her feel numb and itchy. Feng Qing opened her legs and sat on the bed, supporting her body with her hands. As the man applied the medicine on her, she subconsciously bit her lips and resisted the urge to cry out.
The man's fingers were slender, strong, and hard. As his fingers curled, Feng Qing's face flushed red and a layer of fragrant sweat appeared on her forehead. Xie Jiuhan's movements were very gentle and slow. As he applied the medicine on her, he looked at her with enjoyment. His black eyes were filled with an unbridled evil smile.
Watching the man slowly appreciate her resistance, Feng Qing was embarrassed and angry. Was this applying medicine? This was simply a torture to her.
"Mm... Ah..." Finally, Feng Qing couldn't help but let out a low moan.
The woman's voice made the man unable to take it anymore. His throat kept rumbling, and even his fingers subconsciously used strength.
Recalling Tang Mingxia's words, Xie Jiuhan barely controlled himself. After quickly applying the medicine to Feng Qing, he hurriedly ran out of the bedroom and turned on the air conditioner to the max. The man stood under the air conditioner and let the wind blow him fiercely. It took him a while to calm the desire in his body.
...
On the desk, the hot pot was gurgling with hot steam. The pungent fragrance wafted in the office. According to the schedule, Xie Jiuhan was about to attend an international meeting, so they could only eat and work at the same time.
Xie Jiuhan sat on the boss chair and listened to the report as he cooked the hot pot. Feng Qing sat opposite him. The video could not see her at all as she ate the lamb that she had just slaughtered.
In the video conference, the directors of the various districts logged into the conference. When they saw Xie Jiuhan, they took the initiative to greet him. However, when they saw Xie Jiuhan holding a bowl and chopsticks, chewing something in his mouth, and a mandarin duck pot in front of him, all the directors were dumbfounded. Had their Ninth Master changed his profession to live broadcast?
Many directors swallowed their saliva secretly as they looked at the steaming hot pot and the glossy soup base. They could feel the fragrance of the hot pot through the screen.
The screen was filled with smoke and the sound of the hotpot soup rolling could be heard non-stop. However, Xie Jiuhan was eating in a suit and his expression was still cold. He even picked up the cooked food for the person sitting opposite him from time to time.
Before the directors could regain their senses, Xie Jiuhan picked up a piece of fat mutton and cooked it in the hot pot. At the same time, he spoke to them about the main content of the meeting.
The directors smiled bitterly to themselves. They were the chief executives of the various districts. Other than Xie Jiuhan, their status was relatively high. They usually held many meetings, but this was the first time they had held such a meeting. It was a really new experience!
The directors secretly guessed Xie Jiuhan's intentions. As someone of high status, they naturally had to think more than others. They felt that Xie Jiuhan eating hot pot at the meeting was definitely not a simple meal. There must be a deeper meaning.
After dipping it three times, a piece of fat beef was done. Xie Jiuhan handed the meat slice towards the camera. It was not for them to eat, but for the person sitting behind the camera..
Chapter 384: What Kind Of Woman
The directors frowned. Who was the person sitting opposite their boss? Why was he making food for that person? What kind of status did this person have? Was there such a person in the world?
Just as everyone was feeling puzzled, Xie Jiuhan said, "You have to match meat with vegetables to eat hot pot. You can't just eat meat. What vegetables do you like?" Xie Jiuhan's voice was extremely gentle, filled with magnetism and a low voice. Not to mention a woman, even the directors would be pregnant when they heard it.
Outside the camera, Feng Qing shook her head. "I don't want vegetables, I want meat."
In an instant, the directors were all shocked. This voice was sweet and soft, as if she was acting spoiled, but also seemed to be filled with charm. This was the president's office. What kind of woman could make Xie Jiuhan do this?
One of the directors' foreheads was covered in sweat. He poured out a few pills from a small bottle and swallowed them. He felt that his heart was not good. It was not because Xie Jiuhan and the woman had stimulated him by eating hot pot, but because of the desk where they ate hot pot. He had personally chosen and spent a high price to get the skilled craftsmen to make it. Just the wood alone had cost nearly four million.
Xie Jiuhan didn't know what they were thinking and didn't care at all. At this moment, in his eyes, nothing was more important than letting Feng Qing eat vegetables.
He picked up a vegetable from the plate and placed it in the hot pot. When the vegetable softened, he hurriedly scooped it out and placed it in Feng Qing's bowl. Feng Qing wanted to reject it, but after seeing the man's cold gaze, she still obediently ate the vegetable.
"Am I that good looking when I'm eating? Is it so good that you all forgot to continue reporting?" Xie Jiuhan dipped a piece of beef for himself and glanced coldly at the camera.
The next second, the directors reported according to the order on the meeting list. A few directors who did not speak standard Mandarin were even scolded by Xie Jiuhan and were asked to take their tongues out to dry.
"Hiss..." The directors gasped.
They were not shocked that Xie Jiuhan was angry or that he had eaten another slice of meat. They were shocked because no matter which of them stood up to report the situation of the branch company, Xie Jiuhan knew everything like the back of his hand. He could even point out a few people's mistakes who had read the data wrongly, scaring the directors until their legs went weak.
After all the directors finished their reports, Xie Jiuhan said as he picked up some meat and vegetables for Feng Qing. When Feng Qing was full, she started to feed Xie Jiuhan again. The man spoke with a clear mind, eating the food Feng Qing handed him from time to time. Anyway, he trusted Feng Qing unconditionally and would eat whatever she fed him.
The directors did not ask Su Yu the same question as last time. Instead, they all guessed that it was Feng Qing. They also knew that only the president's wife had the right to eat hot pot with the president in the president's office. However, it made them crave for hot pot!
...
After the hot pot meal, Feng Qing burped and returned to the bedroom. She laid on the bed and fell asleep again in a daze. Xie Jiuhan had tortured her badly last night, so she would naturally be sleepy in the day. However, her current state was really like a kitten. She would only sleep and eat every day.
For the next few days, Feng Qing accompanied the man on the 95th floor. Xie Jiuhan was too busy. He had work almost all the time. People who looked for him to sign documents, report to him, and discuss business with him were endless.
Fortunately, there was everything on the 95th floor, and it was not inferior to the Xie Manor. Therefore, the two of them lived very comfortably here. Only Xie Yuhuan, a lonely old woman, lived in the Xie Manor.
At three in the morning on the fourth day, Feng Qing felt like peeing, forcing her to get up from the bed. After she went to the bathroom to pay the water bill, she realized that Xie Jiuhan had not come back to sleep. Hence, she walked out of the bedroom and saw Xie Jiuhan still sitting on the chair and typing on the keyboard.
In the entire 95th floor, only the office was lit. Behind the man was the dark night sky. Under the white light, Xie Jiuhan looked lonely. The light from the computer screen shone on his face, looking a little tired.
Xie Jiuhan was too elegant and cold. Even though he was alone, he was still expressionless. He looked otherworldly, as if he was not a living being of this world..
Chapter 385: I Think It's Time To Change Your Dressing
Feng Qing walked behind the man and placed her hands on his shoulders to gently squeeze. The man's typing stopped and he slowly closed his eyes, revealing a look of enjoyment.
Feng Qing did not use much strength, but it was very comfortable. It helped Xie Jiuhan ease his tensed muscles. After massaging for a while, she kissed the man's cheek gently.
Xie Jiuhan opened his eyes and felt the warmth on his face. He said coldly, "Are you playing with fire again?"
Feng Qing smiled sweetly. "No, I just want to inject the energy of love into Little Jiu Jiu."
Hearing her explanation, the man's lips curled up. Clearly, he was very satisfied with this explanation, so he closed his eyes and continued to enjoy the woman's massage.
After massaging for a while, a layer of fragrant sweat appeared on Feng Qing's forehead. Her hands were already sore, and she couldn't massage anymore. She leaned towards Xie Jiuhan's ear and said in a soft and seductive voice, "If you want more love and energy, you can look for me on the bed ~"
Xie Jiuhan opened his eyes and licked his lips. "Yes, I'll look for you on the bed after I'm done."
Upon hearing this, Feng Qing ran back to the bedroom as if she was escaping. She had been playing like this for the past few days. She would run after flirting and bring Tang Mingxia out at the crucial moment.
Xie Jiuhan gritted his teeth and resisted the urge to look for her after he saw the woman's smug expression. He continued typing on the keyboard. The title of workaholic was not in vain.
Ten minutes later, the man finished the last bit of work and changed into his pajamas before entering the bedroom. He saw Feng Qing leaning against the head of the bed and playing with her phone, as if she was waiting for him to come back and sleep.
"Lass, I think you should change your dressing..." The man said as he reached for the woman's crotch.
Feng Qing : "..."
...
After another three days, Feng Qing's body recovered. She felt more energetic than before.
After eating breakfast with Xie Jiuhan, she returned to the Xie Manor. She was about to attend the International Fragrance Competition and needed to prepare some things.
The master bedroom of the Xie Manor had already been rebuilt. Feng Qing came out after taking her things and met Xie Yuhuan. She smiled and said, "Hello, Little Aunt!"
The rules of the Xie Manor were that when juniors saw their elders, they had to greet them on their own accord. It represented the teachings and manners of the Xie Manor, and it also reflected the respect juniors had for their elders. However, Feng Qing felt that it only didn't reflect the care and love the elders had for their juniors.
For example, Xie Yuhuan was looking at her in disgust. She did not hide the disgust that came from her bones.
"Jiuhan is busy with work. As the madam of the Xie family, you don't even know how to go home. Don't you think it's affecting his work to spend all day in his office?" Xie Yuhuan said coldly.
Faced with Xie Yuhuan's accusation, Feng Qing's smile remained on her face. She did not speak and just looked at her.
Seeing how stubborn she was, Xie Yuhuan took a deep breath and controlled her temper to persuade her. "Qingqing, how old are you this year? Little Aunt said this for your own good. You can't always go to the company to disturb Jiuhan. More than ten thousand employees are watching. Isn't there an old saying that if love can last and stand the test of time, then there is no need to stay together?"
Listening to Xie Yuhuan's lecture, Feng Qing still smiled, but her heart was very cold. Xie Jiuhan had told her about Long Yuning's visit to the office that night. Without needing to ask, she could tell that Xie Yuhuan had instructed Long Yuning to go there behind her back. Otherwise, where did Long Yuning get the VIP elevator card?
In the past, she had a good impression of Xie Yuhuan. She even admired her from some of Xie Yuhuan's business achievements. However, ever since Xie Yuhuan asked her to leave Xie Jiuhan, her good impression of Xie Yuhuan had disappeared. Her admiration for her had also changed to superficial respect. Now, she was even more annoyed with this old woman. She didn't even want to continue pretending to be harmonious.
Seeing that Xie Yuhuan had 'tried her best to persuade' her, Feng Qing still walked past her with a smile on her face. It was already the greatest respect she could give Xie Yuhuan.
"Stop! You rude wild girl!" Xie Yuhuan shouted and walked up to Feng Qing again. She said fiercely, "Do you really think you could be unscrupulous with Jiuhan's love? You didn't even greet me and left just like that.. Do you still have me, your elder, in your eyes?"
Chapter 386: Specially Invited Judge
Feng Qing stopped and slowly turned around. The smile on her face did not change as she said, "Little Aunt is right. Little Jiu Jiu does like me and can do anything for me, but I'm his legal wife. It's much more legitimate than Miss Long Yuning sneaking into the office with supper late at night. I wonder if Miss Long's actions are considered disturbing Little Jiu Jiu's work?"
Xie Yuhuan's expression darkened as she stared intently at Feng Qing. She didn't expect Feng Qing to know about this. On the day Long Yuning went over, didn't the two of them just have their argument and leave unhappily?
She remembered very clearly that on the second day after Long Yuning went to Di Hui Building, she called her back. She was crying terribly and said that she had already reached the bedroom door, but she realized that Feng Qing was also inside, so she could only leave in a hurry. She even vaguely said what the two of them were doing in the bedroom.
At that time, Xie Yuhuan was very angry. She hung up the phone and cursed Feng Qing fiercely. She was a beauty who could bring disaster to the country and the people. Such a label was completely fixed on Feng Qing. She hated Feng Qing from the bottom of her heart and thought that she was shameless. They had just finished quarreling in the day and had shamelessly run to seduce men at night. She even did that kind of thing in the office. It was too dirty.
To her relief, Xie Jiuhan did not delay his work because of her. She heard that Xie Jiuhan had been working overtime for a few days and was working late almost every day.
With Xie Jiuhan's determination and passion for his career, she was completely at ease. Regardless of whether she was around in the future, the Xie Corporation would forever prosper under Xie Jiuhan's lead.
The only thing that Xie Yuhuan was worried about was Feng Qing, this little vixen. As long as she was by Xie Jiuhan's side, Xie Yuhuan would feel like a fishbone in her throat. In her eyes, Feng Qing was a little wild chicken that had climbed up a high branch. She would harm Xie Jiuhan sooner or later, making him lose his will and become addicted to women, thereby affecting the future of the Xie Corporation.
"Of course not. I asked Yuning to send supper to Jiuhan. After all, he's the pillar of the Xie family and the leader of the Xie Corporation. He's so tired from working overtime every day, so he naturally has to replenish his nutrition. As the woman beside Jiuhan, not only do you not thank Yuning for her hard work, but you also question her good intentions. A narrow-minded woman like you is not worthy to be with Jiuhan at all, nor are you worthy to be the madam of the Xie family. You even dare to scold your elders because of this. You're really rude." Xie Yuhuan sneered and played the blame game.
Feng Qing's pink lips curled up slightly, and she changed the topic. "By the way, Little Aunt, I just brought back some ingredients from the company. They're all very nutritious and expensive things. It was the leftovers from the hot pot Jiuhan and I ate. It's a pity to throw it away, so I brought it back to show my filial piety to Little Aunt. The weather isn't so hot now, so those ingredients shouldn't be spoiled. Hurry up and get the kitchen to make it for you so that it won't be wasted." With that, she did not stay any longer and walked out of the Xie Manor. She had nothing to say to Xie Yuhuan. If not for Xie Jiuhan, she would have sent Xie Yuhuan to see her husband.
Watching Feng Qing leave, Xie Yuhuan was so angry that her body couldn't help but tremble. How many years had it been? This was the first time someone had dared to treat her as a trash can. What did she mean by eating the leftovers and bringing it back to show filial piety to her?
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Time passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, another few days had passed. The world famous International Fragrance Competition had finally begun.
In the Capital's Hexagon World Trade City.
On the day of the competition, the hexagonal building was filled with audience members who had come to watch the competition. Xie Jiuhan was initially not interested in such competitions, but Feng Qing had signed up to participate, so he started to pay attention.
This International Fragrance Competition was held by the Hexagon World Trade City, and this World Trade City was just one of the tens of thousands of industries under the Xie Corporation. Coincidentally, Xie Jiuhan and Su Yu usually did not ask about such competitions. They did not even know that it was all handled by the heads of the various branch companies. In other words, there were at least a dozen levels between them.
Di Hui Building, level 95.
"Su Yu, explain to me why that idiot Raymond is a specially invited judge?" Xie Jiuhan leaned back in his chair and looked at the information regarding the International Fragrance Competition in his hand.
Su Yu : "..."
Chapter 387: Chief Steward
Seeing the man's murderous gaze, he said nervously, "Yes, it's the people below who don't understand the situation. Ninth Master, don't worry. I'll inform the sponsor immediately and let them negotiate with the organizing committee to revoke Duke Raymond's judgeship."
Xie Jiuhan said coldly, "You're disqualifying him now? Isn't it too late? The competition seems to be starting soon!"
Su Yu hurriedly said, "It's not late, it's not late. If this matter isn't resolved properly, let the competition be delayed. When it's resolved, then it will officially start." One is marked by the company one keeps. After being by Xie Jiuhan's side for a long time, Su Yu felt that his way of speaking had started to become domineering.
Seeing Xie Jiuhan frown, Su Yu asked, "Ninth Master, regarding the special guest judge, do you have anyone to recommend?"
Hearing that Su Yu had finally hit the nail on the head, the cold aura on Xie Jiuhan's body dissipated. He stretched out a finger and pointed at Su Yu's nose. There was an unfathomable smile on his lips.
Su Yu : "..."
If possible, he hoped that he would faint immediately. That way, he wouldn't have to accompany Xie Jiuhan and fool around. How could a layman like him, who didn't even know the composition of the shampoo, be a judge at the International Fragrance Competition? And a specially invited one? The Ninth Master must be joking!
Seeing through his thoughts, Xie Jiuhan did not comment. "Why are you panicking? Be more confident. Although you don't understand, you're definitely the highest status among all the judges. After all, you're the head secretary of the Xie Corporation's secretariat. In the ancient feudal society, you're equivalent to the chief steward of the palace. Who dares to look down on you?"
Su Yu: "???"
Su Yu wanted to cry but had no tears. Why did the word 'chief steward' sound so awkward? Su Yu felt his pants turn cold...
However, Xie Jiuhan had already decided. He could only brace himself and be a judge. He felt that it was too difficult to be the head of the secretariat.
...
In the Capital's Hexagon World Trade City.
"Damn it, why aren't you letting me in? Don't you know who I am?" At the entrance, Raymond was stopped by two security personnel before he could take a step in.
Standing beside Duke Raymond was Cao Beining and Gu Qingyang who were protecting him on both sides. The two of them had volunteered to be Raymond's sidekicks.
"How dare the two of you not open your damn eyes? He's a core member of the Country F's royal family, the richest man in Country F, Duke Raymond. I think the two of you don't want to live anymore if you don't let him in." Cao Beining roared at the two security personnel.
"We don't care who he is or who he loves. It has nothing to do with us. If you came a minute earlier, you might have gone in. But a minute ago, we received an order that Duke Raymond was disqualified by the organizing committee and the organizers at the same time!"
"What did you say?! Disqualify the Duke?" Cao Beining was shocked. No wonder the two security guards dared to treat them like this. It was an order from the higher-ups.
Exchanging glances with Gu Qingyang, the two of them looked at Duke Raymond. Ever since Raymond came to Xia country, they had taken the initiative to express their goodwill and wanted to build a good relationship with Duke Raymond, especially Cao Beining. He knew that Raymond was a specially invited judge for the International Fragrance Competition, so he tried his best to please him. After all, Feng Jianing was also participating in the competition, so he hoped that Raymond could give Feng Jianing a high score and guarantee that she would enter the finals.
"Duke Raymond, I just verified with the organizers that you have indeed been temporarily disqualified as a judge." A bodyguard who came from Country F said to Raymond.
"What's going on? Why did they revoke my judgeship?" Raymond's expression was extremely ugly. This fact was too embarrassing.
The bodyguard hesitated for a moment and said, "Duke Raymond, the person who replaced you is called Su Yu. He's the head secretary of the Xie Corporation's secretariat. He's Xie Jiuhan's most capable assistant."
Hearing the words 'Xie Corporation', Raymond was slightly stunned. Xie Jiuhan had finally started. It looked like the Xie Corporation already knew that he had sent five assassins. However, he didn't expect them to investigate so quickly.
Instantly, countless thoughts flashed across Raymond's mind. He was thinking about what Xie Jiuhan meant.. Was he giving him a warning, or was he officially declaring war on him?
Chapter 388: I'll Buy A First-Class Seat
Raymond took a deep breath. He knew that he was being bullied, but he could only suppress his anger. This was Xia country, not Country F. He, the Duke of Country F, knew very well how much weight he had in Xia country. A smart person had to know how to hold his temper. Otherwise, he would be at a disadvantage sooner or later. There was an old saying in Xia country, 'a little impatience will spoil great plans'.
"It's fine if I don't be a judge. I can totally be a qualified audience, just like those audience members who came to watch the fun." Raymond gave himself a way out.
"That's not a problem. Ordinary viewers can only sit far away and watch the competition. If you want to sit close, you have to spend more money. According to the rules, the first-class seat is two million, the second-class seat is one million, the third-class seat is five hundred thousand. I wonder which seat you want to buy?"
"F*ck! Why don't you rob a bank? That way, money will come faster." Without waiting for him to finish his sentence, Cao Beining flew into a rage. Even a fool could tell that Duke Raymond must have offended someone. What two million? One million? He was obviously messing with him on purpose.
"I'll buy a first-class seat!" Raymond said calmly.
Before he could finish his sentence, the bodyguard behind him took a step forward and handed a six million check to the security guard. He also bought tickets for Cao Beining and Gu Qingyang.
Although it was a little foolish to spend six million, Raymond was the richest man in Country F after all. This bit of money was really not in his eyes. But this touched Cao Beining and Gu Qingyang.
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In the observation area.
Raymond and the other two found their seats and sat down, waiting quietly for the competition to start. At the same time, another group of audience members walked in. It was the Feng couple.
Seeing that they were here, Cao Beining hurriedly went over to greet them. "Uncle Feng, Auntie Feng, you're here to watch the competition."
Feng Yuanzhou held Cao Beining's hand and said in a friendly tone, "Beining, I'm very happy that you can watch Jianing's competition. Although many people have been defaming Jianing on the Internet recently, those are just rumors. You can't take it seriously, much less take it to heart. Actually, Jianing has been working very hard recently. She has been working hard to mix perfume for this competition. She has lost a lot of weight, but I can guarantee that the perfume she makes will definitely shock the entire perfume industry and even the entire world, just like her aunt, Feng Yiru."
The moment they met, Feng Yuanzhou chatted enthusiastically with Cao Beining. He wanted to win Cao Beining's heart for Feng Jianing, afraid that his rich son-in-law would not want Feng Jianing anymore.
Just as the three of them were talking, there was a commotion from the direction they came in. The three of them turned around and saw Feng Jianing walking in.
The reason why there was a commotion was because Feng Jianing was dressed up so much that it was eye-catching. She was wearing a low-cut black dress and her light makeup was exquisite and bright. Coupled with the fact that she had indeed lost a lot of weight recently, she looked even more energetic and delicate. Her entire body exuded an invincible youthful aura.
"Eh, isn't this the second daughter of the Feng family, Feng Jianing? Doesn't she feel embarrassed to come out?"
"It looks like she's not affected by the recent scandal. She's acting like it's nothing. I have to say that her skin's really thick."
"Tsk tsk, no matter what, this woman is quite capable. I quite admire her. She's been so ruthlessly abused by the Internet and still has the courage to show her face in public."
The audience discussed Feng Jianing one after another, but most of them weren't good words.
When it rains, it pours. The Feng family has been very unlucky recently. The five billion they had originally had disappeared. On the same day, a group of Internet celebrities took Feng Jianing's photos and videos of her not wearing undergarments. It made her even more famous online.
Now, her reputation was very bad. The Internet had memories. Although the heat of this matter was dropping, she had to think of a way to restore her reputation. Otherwise, she would lose even more. And the International Fragrance Competition was the best chance for her to turn things around and clear her name. For this, she studied for a while and prepared for a long time to stun everyone in the competition.
A person had to have a goal in life. Otherwise, she would be no different from a salted fish. When Feng Jianing participated in the competition, she only had one goal, and that was to win the championship. Only by becoming the champion of the Fragrance Competition could she be remembered by everyone..
Chapter 389: Smelling Her Husband Before The Competition
Feng Jianing walked at a steady pace, maintaining a faint smile the entire time. She could naturally hear the discussions around her. However, she pretended to be very good and let others comment on her. She had to maintain this harmless and pure image of a lady.
In reality, she was scolding the people who were commenting on her crazily in her heart. She wished she could shoot these people with a gun. However, despite being angry, she had to face the reality. After what happened last time, her image had completely collapsed and had fallen drastically, her reputation was about the same as a rotten egg.
Those rich ladies from the Capital who had contacted her in the past had also distanced themselves from her now. Many people had even blacklisted her. It was as realistic as possible.
One was not afraid of being bitten when there were too many lice. When she was scolded too many times, she became calm instead. Anyway, she had already lost all her reputation, so she had no more to speak of. Now, the only thing she could do was focus on researching perfume and shine brightly in the Fragrance Competition to win first place in one go.
This championship meant a lot to her. Not only was it the best chance for her to turn things around, but it was also an important opportunity for her to make a name for herself and bring the Feng family's perfume industry to its second spring. Only by becoming the champion would the perfume she produced be widely recognized. When the time came, she would definitely earn a lot by giving the formula to the Feng family's perfume company to manufacture.
"Look, it's Feng Qing! Is she here to participate in the competition too?"
"What? It's really Feng Qing? Oh my god, I see her in person. She's my goddess!"
"I'm a fan. Goddess Feng Qing is too good-looking. Even a girl like me is attracted to her."
Just as Feng Jianing's thoughts were running wild, there was a commotion at the entrance again. Hearing Feng Qing's name, Feng Jianing felt her heart skip a beat.
The audience was not mistaken. The person who had just walked in was Feng Qing. Although she had deliberately covered herself, she was still recognized. She had a high ponytail and light makeup. She was dressed in a couple's sports suit and was simply beautiful and valiant.
Very quickly, all the audience looked at the entrance. Countless eyes were on Feng Qing. One, two, three, more and more people started to shout Feng Qing's name. The popularity was no less than that of an A-list celebrity.
"Who's the man beside Goddess Feng Qing? Although he's wearing sunglasses and a mask, why do I feel that he's so handsome?"
"They're a perfect match! Goddess Feng Qing is so compatible with this mysterious handsome man."
"Oh no, I think I'm fanning this couple. Could he be the husband Feng Qing mentioned in the video?"
Beside Feng Qing, the man was tall and slender. He was wearing a black sports suit and a baseball cap. His face was also covered tightly, but his temperament was too special. Even though he was dressed casually and walking in the crowd, he still looked especially eye-catching.
"Have a seat. I'm going to the competition area." Feng Qing blinked at the man, her voice sweet.
"Go, I'll be below the stage!" The man nodded and said in a magnetic voice.
Along the way, many fans recognized Feng Qing and pounced on her to ask for her autograph. Fortunately, Xie Jiuhan helped her resist. Otherwise, she would still be outside signing autographs to her fans.
Feng Qing smiled and turned to walk to the other side. However, after taking two steps, she quickly returned to the man and pounced into his arms.
"D*mn! This man is really Goddess Feng Qing's husband. Isn't he too handsome?"
"Who is this man? He looks very young. How can he be so rich at such a young age? He can fork out five billion just like that?"
"As expected of Goddess Feng Qing. Her taste is really good. She can even find such a high-quality man. I'm high on this couple. It's just that I'm seeing too much mushiness."
Following Feng Qing and Xie Jiuhan's intimate actions, countless fans stirred again. Many whistles sounded around them.
Feng Qing hugged the man's waist and raised her head to look into his eyes. She did not care what the surrounding people thought of them, nor did she care what others said. It was as if there was only the man in her eyes, and the man blocked everyone else and could only hear the woman speak.
"Why are you back?" The man asked gently.
Feng Qing took off her mask, revealing an exquisite and beautiful face. She sniffed the man's body cutely and elegantly like a kitten who was stealing catmint.
"Hehe, smelling my husband before the competition means victory!" Feng Qing said sweetly..
Chapter 390: Competition Is Number One
Under the black mask, Xie Jiuhan's lips curled up. This was the first time they had displayed their affection in public. He pinched the woman's chin and raised her pretty face. "Go. I'll wait for you here."
Feng Qing nodded and walked towards the competition area with a blissful smile. The audience was about to be choked to death by the display of affection, but their eyes were filled with envy as they looked at Feng Qing.
Faced with countless curious eyes, Xie Jiuhan sat in the last row. When Xie Shihao and Gu Qingye saw the two empty seats beside Xie Jiuhan, they hurriedly went beside the man.
Xie Shihao revealed a pug-like expression and sniffed Xie Jiuhan non-stop. He looked like he wanted to approach him but didn't dare to.
Xie Jiuhan's expression darkened as he glared at him coldly. "What are you doing?"
Xie Shihao smiled awkwardly. "Hehe, Little Uncle, don't be so stingy. We're family. Let me sniff some more luck."
The iron armrest was deformed by Xie Jiuhan's grip and Xie Shihao's face turned pale.
"Do you want to die?" Xie Jiuhan said sinisterly.
Xie Shihao : "..."
Xie Shihao felt that his Little Uncle was too cruel to him. Looking at the distorted armrest, he still retreated back to his seat obediently. He could only ask for warmth from Gu Qingye, but Gu Qingye pushed him away in disdain.
"He's Feng Qing's wild man outside?" Feng Jianing secretly glanced at Xie Jiuhan and thought to herself. She had also heard the discussions just now.
To her surprise, she didn't expect Feng Qing's husband to be so young. In her imagination, a man who could take out five billion at once and even like a trash woman like Feng Qing must be a greasy middle-aged man with a fat head, big ears, and a fat belly, or perhaps he was a rich second-generation heir who was born with illness and disability.
However, this man completely overturned her imagination. Although she couldn't see his facial features and appearance, she could feel that this man must be very handsome. Moreover, from his figure and skin, he was a young man in his twenties.
When the man walked in, she also observed carefully and realized that not only was this man handsome, but his figure was also so good that it made people envious. He had a nine-headed body, long legs, and a figure comparable to that of a world famous model. Coupled with his elegance and noble bearing, he was simply a prince who had walked out of a fairy tale.
Hmph, what am I thinking? Although this person's figure is not bad, he must be very ugly, or he might just have a disfigured face. Otherwise, he wouldn't have covered his face so tightly. Feng Jianing puffed up her cheeks and thought.
In her worldview, no one was perfect, so she thought that Feng Qing's husband had a good figure, was young, and had money. This was already very good, and it was definitely impossible for him to be so handsome. The reason why she felt that he was very handsome was because he was also rich and confident.
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In the competition area.
"Hi, Qingqing. I didn't expect you to register for the competition too." Feng Jianing took the initiative to greet her.
Feng Qing didn't raise her head and didn't open her eyes. Her ears had already found Feng Jianing when she just entered the competition area. However, she was very busy now and didn't have time to bother with Feng Jianing.
According to the rules of the competition, the contestants could bring their own perfume equipment and various instruments. Feng Qing had specially brought all the equipment she usually used to mix perfume from the Xie Manor and was doing the final check before the competition.
Feng Jianing swept a glance at the various equipment on Feng Qing's table. Without exception, they were all equipment from Feng Yiru's era. The corners of Feng Jianing's lips curled up slightly with a hint of disdain.
Haha, could her husband have become a poor man after spending five billion? He can't even afford a decent set of equipment for such an important competition? Feng Jianing sneered in her heart.
Seeing that the competition was about to start, Feng Qing ignored her. Feng Jianing wasn't angry and took the initiative to stretch out her hand. "Qingqing, our friendship is first and the competition is second. I hope you can achieve good results."
Feng Qing still ignored her. After checking all the equipment, she took out her phone and looked at the time. Then, she said calmly, "To me, the competition is number one. Forget about friendship. At least, it doesn't have anything to do with you.."