Mu Qingxue had no idea how astonished he looked. Her fingers glided across the cold glass of the tablet screen, her expression sharp and focused — the look of someone presenting a billion-dollar project.
"The report is divided into five sections."
"Part One: Objective Data. It includes—but is not limited to—the total duration, effective frequency, pigment consumption, and a detailed analysis of flavor preference."
"Part Two: Subjective Impressions and Insights. A thorough account of your performance during the 'evaluation,' highlighting your exceptional capability and the considerable improvement you've inspired in me."
"Part Three: Satisfaction Metrics. I've given a perfect score—accompanied by a five-thousand-word explanation."
"Part Four: Review and Outlook. A summary of my shortcomings and a proposal for optimizing future 'collaborations' to better meet our mutual objectives."
"And finally, Part Five: Appendix — my preliminary KPI report draft for submission to the Male Care Association."
Jiang Xun was completely dumbfounded.
He stared at Mu Qingxue's earnest face — that "Praise me, I just increased company profits" expression — and felt like his CPU was about to overheat.
What the hell? She actually wrote a full report? A KPI report?!Five sections? Five thousand words of positive feedback? Sis, were you a product manager in your past life? This UX report is more professional than my entire thesis!
Her expression brimmed with self-satisfaction, and he finally gave up trying to process it. With a wave of his hand, he interrupted her.
"Alright," he said flatly. "Not bad. The report's good."
He leaned back lazily in his chair."So—what kind of company do you work for?"
Mu Qingxue froze.
He was asking her?He was taking the initiative to ask about her job?
This wasn't just a perfunctory check-in or a judgment of her worth.This was… recognition.
He saw her as someone he could actually talk to — a real partner, a family member.
A surge of joy rose inside her, overwhelming her rational thoughts. On pure instinct, she straightened her back and answered crisply, like a soldier reporting to her commander.
"Sir! My company is the Tianqi Group, operating mainly through our subsidiary — Tianqi Biotech!"
"Tianqi Biotech specializes in the research, development, and sale of premium male nutritional supplements and vitality restoration products!"
Her tone was bright with pride."We're the leading company in this field in Jinling City!"
"Oh?" Jiang Xun drawled, lounging against his chair. "Nutritional supplements?"
He seemed to recall something. Fishing in his pocket, he produced a small, label-less glass vial. Inside was a shimmering golden liquid that caught the morning light.
"Here," he said, setting it on the table and pushing it toward her."Have your company analyze this — see what's in it."
Mu Qingxue stopped breathing for a moment.
Was this… a test?
He was testing Tianqi Group's research capabilities!
She carefully picked up the vial as though it were a sacred relic.
"Yes, sir!" she declared."I promise — within three days—no, within twenty-four hours, I'll deliver a complete chemical breakdown!"
Jiang Xun only grunted, unimpressed, and took a sip of his milk.
One small vial of stamina potion — that should keep them busy for a while.Let's see how capable my lovely wife really is.
Just then, the doorbell rang.
Ding-dong—
Mu Qingxue quickly tucked away her tablet, smoothed her collar, and after a quick check in the mirror, walked briskly to the door.
But the moment she opened it, her polite smile melted into surprise.
"Qingyu? What are you doing here?"
Standing at the door was a woman utterly unlike Mu Qingxue.
If Mu Qingxue was a white lotus blooming on a snowy peak — pure, serene, untouched — then this woman was a blazing red rose from the tropics: bold, dazzling, and dangerous.
She wore a scarlet body-hugging mini-dress that accentuated every curve, her long legs gleaming under the hem, silver stilettos clicking sharply against the marble floor. Her wavy hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing a face painted in vivid, confident strokes.
And those eyes — upturned, feline, sparkling with mischief — looked as though they could snare a man's soul with a single glance.
She carried a limited-edition Hermès bag, but the way she swung it — casual, playful — made it seem like a grocery tote.
"Well, well, President Mu — you're living in Cloud Ridge Villa No. 1 now? If I hadn't come, were you planning to start a football team up here?"
Su Qingyu's words rolled out in a thick northeastern accent — brash, musical, and utterly disarming — a wild contrast to her seductive appearance.
Without waiting for an invitation, she sashayed inside, her gaze sweeping the grand living room like a radar scanner.
Then her eyes landed on Jiang Xun, seated at the dining table in simple home clothes yet radiating an effortless authority.
In that instant, her eyes lit up —the look of a predator spotting its prize.
"Qingxue, let me introduce myself—" Mu Qingxue began.
But Su Qingyu was already moving.She strode over, heels tapping rhythmically, and extended her hand with a dazzling smile.
"You must be Mr. Jiang Xun. I've heard so much about you."
Her eyes flickered with playful challenge as she looked him over, from head to toe.
Jiang Xun didn't even glance up.He took another sip of milk, utterly indifferent, and ignored her hand.
An awkward silence settled over the room.
Mu Qingxue quickly stepped in. "Qingyu, sir doesn't like physical contact with outsiders."
Su Qingyu wasn't offended. She simply withdrew her hand with practiced grace, sat down opposite Jiang Xun, and crossed her long legs — the movement fluid and deliberate.
"Well, I'll say this, sis — your ancestors must be celebrating in their graves today!"
She slapped her thigh dramatically, her voice rising with theatrical flair.
"You won't believe this, but I looked into the previous batches of the 'Heaven River Project.' My God — what horrors!"
"Some of them were greasy-headed, some had beer bellies, and one even looked like a pumpkin spirit who claimed to be an artist! He said he wanted to 'find a model' — I swear he was one ritual short of summoning a demon."
She shook her head in mock despair."And the women fighting over them? Like dogs fighting over a bone!"
Then she turned back toward Jiang Xun, her tone shifting to admiration.
"But look at this one—" she gestured at him, grinning wickedly."This face, this figure… tsk, tsk, tsk."
Her smile widened."Qingxue, you finally got rid of that 'black hole' curse! Jackpot!"
Mu Qingxue's cheeks flamed red. "Qingyu! Watch what you're saying!"
Jiang Xun finally set down his milk glass and lifted his gaze to meet Su Qingyu's. His eyes were calm — too calm — like still water reflecting the whole scene at once.
Interesting.A woman who dresses like fireworks and speaks like a gunshot… yet every word is calculated.Is she trying to flaunt her experience — or to remind Qingxue of how lucky she is?
Under his gaze, Su Qingyu's heart gave a tiny, involuntary flutter.The feeling was uncomfortable… and thrilling.
Her lips curved into a knowing smile.Instead of backing down, she leaned in further — and beneath the table, the tip of her silver stiletto crept forward like a teasing serpent, brushing lightly against Jiang Xun's leg.