After the school beauty rejected me, I became her mom's number one fan!

There was a half-second of silence in the cabin.

Qiao Feiyu was just bringing the water glass to her lips when she heard this, and her throat bobbed.

He didn't choke on the water, but he swallowed it too quickly, making a soft gurgling sound.

Ning Xiuyang sat in the back seat, and the corner of his mouth twitched uncontrollably.

He lowered his head and picked up the cup to cover half of his face.

Qiao Feiyu put down her water glass.

She turned to look at her daughter, her back straight, her facial muscles perfectly controlled.

"Call me by my name."

Three words.

His tone was steady and natural, in the standard rhythm of a vice-ministerial level official answering media questions.

Qiao Jinlin responded with an "oh".

A very short "oh," with the ending sound falling downwards.

Her gaze shifted from her mother's face to Ning Xiuyang's face, and then back again.

"Oh?"

She repeated it again.

Then he bent down and put the water glass in the cup holder, leaned back in his chair, and closed his eyes.

Her expression screamed four words...

I do not believe.

Across a row of seats, Qiao Feiyu's gaze briefly met Ning Xiuyang's.

Qiao Feiyu moved away first.

She turned back to the front, opened the document, but the page she turned to was the same page as before.

Ning Xiuyang took a sip of water from his glass and then leaned back in his chair.

The plane passed through the clouds and entered the stratosphere.

The sky outside the porthole turned into a pure blue, without a trace of impurity.

Qiao Jinlin closed his eyes, but he wasn't asleep.

Her right hand fingers would occasionally twitch, touching Ning Xiuyang's little finger on the armrest, then she would pull it back.

Two hours later, the plane began its descent.

The skyline of Chinatown rises from below the porthole.

The skyscrapers of Lujiazui, the bends of the Huangpu River, the outlines of the old buildings on the Bund... Qiao Jinlin looked down from the window.

The last time she looked at the Bund from this angle, all the lights on the buildings were pink.

She didn't say anything.

Landing.

The moment the gangway was lowered, a wave of heat from the tarmac rushed in, a stark contrast to the dry air of Beijing; it was the unique humid heat of China Overseas.

Qiao Feiyu's car was already parked by the runway.

The black Audi had an inconspicuous license plate, but the pass number on the corner of the windshield was enough for someone in the know to immediately identify its class.

The driver stood by the car door waiting.

Qiao Feiyu carried his briefcase down the gangway and turned around on the last step.

Qiao Jinlin stood in the middle of the gangway.

The mother and daughter exchanged a glance from five steps apart.

Qiao Feiyu stretched out his arms.

Qiao Jinlin stepped down and into that embrace.

Qiao Feiyu rested her chin on her daughter's shoulder and brought her mouth close to her ear.

"Thank you."

The sound was very soft.

It was so quiet that neither the driver nor the Ko sisters could hear it.

Qiao Jinlin tightened his arms around his mother's waist.

The two people stood on the tarmac for a few seconds.

Then Qiao Jinlin released his grip and took a half step back.

She looked at Qiao Feiyu's face. He was forty-two years old, with fine lines at the corners of his eyes, but his bone structure was strong and he was well-maintained, so he looked no more than thirty-five or thirty-six.

Qiao Jinlin tilted his head.

"Mom, should I call you 'sister'?"

Qiao Feiyu's facial expressions went through three stages.

Phase 1: Stunned.

Phase Two: Her ears begin to turn red. The redness starts from her earlobes and spreads up her cheeks much faster than she signs documents.

Phase Three: She turned her head away, avoiding her daughter's gaze.

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

The voice was strained.

Qiao Jinlin looked at the tips of his mother's ears and the corners of his mouth curved slightly.

It's not a laugh.

It was an expression that even she herself couldn't quite decipher, like relief, or resignation, mixed with a touch of the sour mischievousness that only a twenty-year-old girl would have.

Ning Xiuyang stood at the top of the gangway, looking down at the mother and daughter.

He didn't go down.

Huang Yunxiu walked out of the cabin and stood half a step behind him.

"Master, your vehicle is on the west helipad."

Ning Xiuyang hummed in agreement.

He glanced one last time at the screen on the tarmac. Qiao Feiyu was turning to open the car door, her ears still red. Qiao Jinlin stood there, his gaze following his mother's retreating figure.

…………

After that trip to Beijing, the sky over Zhonghai seemed a few degrees higher and farther than before.

After returning, Ning Xiuyang became much more well-behaved.

In the past, if I saw someone I liked while scrolling through short videos, I couldn't suppress the urge to add them to my collection.

Now, he tries to decline social engagements whenever possible. If he can't refuse a dinner, he only takes Wei Youqing and Han Yunmei with him, and they go home after the meal.

This change was partly due to the subtle and intriguing game that Qiao Lao played; the weight of the old man's dying wish to entrust his son to someone was no joke.

But more importantly, Ning Xiuyang figured it out on his own.

The Heavenly Palace on the Clouds houses over twenty beautiful women, a diverse group of top figures from all walks of life. The ugly women outside are simply not worthy of his attention.

For the sake of this rare peace and tranquility, and for the sake of these women having a stable and worry-free future, Ning Xiuyang felt that he should do something meaningful.

He sets high standards for himself: he must work a full four hours every day.

If it were those working overtime until the early hours of the morning, they would rush up and fight to the death after hearing this.

But for someone at Ning Xiuyang's level, four hours is actually a very high time limit.

When I woke up in the morning, You Jinyu brought in coffee and gave me a briefing on the financial reports of the various companies that had been acquired.

In the afternoon, Sun Ruoyi and Wei Youqing brought him the decision-making documents of Hanhai Shipbuilding and asked him to sign them.

He doesn't need to personally handle business development; he has absolutely loyal professional managers under him. He only needs to set the general direction.

Once the villa's gates are closed, the Heavenly Palace on the Clouds becomes a kingdom independent of this secular world.

Qiao Jinlin officially moved in from the school dormitory.

At first, the girl was a little embarrassed. Every morning, she would drive her Panamera to Zhonghai University for class and return on time before 5 p.m., just like a wife who clocks out of get off work.

The women in the family had long been instructed by Bai Xiaoji to take good care of this young lady from a very prominent family.

What's even more exciting is what Qiao Feiyu did behind the scenes after Qiao Jinlin moved in.

The status of a vice-ministerial-level leader is public knowledge, and the rules are extremely strict.

But on countless dark and stormy nights, a car with an ordinary license plate will silently drive into the underground parking garage of the Cloud Top Palace.

Qiao Feiyu, dressed in her most formal and simple business suit, took off her high heels and stepped onto the temperature-controlled floor, then pushed open the door that belonged to its owner.

There, she was merely a personal possession at Ning Xiuyang's mercy, casting aside all the decisiveness and authority she displayed at the conference table during the day, and instead feeling an unprecedented sense of exhilaration.

With Old Qiao's covert protection and the endless stream of system rewards, Ning Xiuyang's capital snowballed to an extremely terrifying scale.

Through direct control, cross-shareholding, and offshore fund penetration, his business reach has extended to all aspects of the internet, shipping, healthcare, and even high-end manufacturing in just two years.

The cash flow just from these few giant companies is enough to make established conglomerates that pride themselves on their wealth envious and envious, as it is a real amount in the hundreds of billions.

Domestic banks are monitoring the inflow and outflow of this volume of private funds too closely.

Ning Xiuyang found it troublesome, so under the pretext of inspecting the Middle East routes, he took a Gulfstream G650ER and flew to Switzerland.

He spent three days in Zurich, where he finalized nested deals for over a dozen offshore accounts and private vaults, and set up a huge trust fund for each of the women in his family.

The sheer joy of spending money swept away his fatigue from the past few days.

That same night, I flew back to Zhonghai from Zurich.

Beside the heated swimming pool.

The water rippled gently. Qiao Jinlin, having just exhausted himself, was wrapped in a bath towel and fast asleep on the recliner, his breathing deep and even.

Ning Xiuyang put on a loose bathrobe, leaned against the railing to enjoy the breeze, and casually opened Douyin (TikTok).

A drone video of an overseas trip scrolls across the screen.

The water is clear and the sand is white. The coconut palms sway in the sea breeze, and the private villas in the distance are so luxurious that they are breathtaking.

[Hint: Open the treasure chest to obtain permanent ownership of the overseas island, Peach Blossom Island!]

[Note: Ownership documents and related legal documents such as immunity from armed conflict have been stored in your private encrypted mailbox!]

Ning Xiuyang's eyelid twitched.

He exited the page, opened his email to look at the densely packed terms and conditions, and his heartbeat skipped a few beats, a rare occurrence for him.

The marriage law of Daxia only recognizes monogamy.

No matter how harmonious his house was with all the women, it was ultimately an unsolvable knot.

Who doesn't want a title?

Who wouldn't want to wear a wedding dress and have a grand wedding?

He had originally planned to buy a giant cruise ship to go out to sea as a formality, but now this system has directly given him an excellent location to establish a country and become king.

It covers an area of ​​over 30 square kilometers, is located in a tax-free high seas area near the equator, and has gained territorial recognition and permission for private armed forces from neighboring countries.

Ning Xiuyang slammed his phone down on the table. "It's time to do something big."

The next morning, he even waived the four-hour workday and summoned everyone directly to conference room number three on the first floor.

You Jinyu, Bai Xiaoji, Sun Ruoyi, Qin Yiren, and Han Yunmei sat on the leather sofa, thinking that some major business change had occurred.

Ning Xiuyang pressed the remote control, and a miniature model of a lush island rose up on the holographic projection platform.

"I built an island," he said succinctly, pointing to the projected view, "completely independent in sovereignty. From now on, that will be our true home."

The room was completely silent.

Even Sun Ruoyi, who was used to seeing all kinds of things, was stunned and stood there with her coffee cup in hand.

"There's no upper limit to the funding. Jinyu, you take a team to conduct on-site surveys and be in charge of overall infrastructure coordination." Ning Xiuyang began to assign tasks. "Ruoyi, procurement and material transportation will be handled through Hanhai Shipbuilding's channels. We need the highest quality building materials. Yiren, quit your job at the First Municipal Hospital and take a medical team there to build a private hospital on the island."

The arrangement is clear.

Because of this one sentence, the entire resources of the Heavenly Palace on the Clouds started operating at high speed like a machine.

For the next two years, Ning Xiuyang's 700 million yuan Gulfstream G650ER practically became his commuter bus.

Huang Yunxiu and her twin flight attendants frequently applied for cross-border routes, sending batches of top domestic and international designers, architects, and landscaping experts to this place called "Peach Blossom Island".

Xie Yanxi and Elena were also busy, using the astronomical security budget given by Ning Xiuyang to scout for top-notch retired mercenaries around the world.

They forcibly erected a sea, land, and air defense network around Peach Blossom Island that even special forces dared not easily provoke.

Two years and three months later.

The New Year's bells have just rung.

Peach Blossom Island hosted its first grand event since its completion.

There was no media involvement, and no outside business or political figures were present.

This is a celebration that belongs only to them.

The Swan superyacht is docked at its private deep-water pier.

The dock was covered with top-quality champagne roses flown in from the Netherlands, and the red carpet stretched all the way to the private castle on the hillside.

Ning Xiuyang, dressed in a custom-made black suit, stood on the terrace of the highest level of the fortress, looking at the distant coastline.

The hall was in complete chaos.

As the head steward, Bai Xiaoji was putting on airs as the mistress of the house, scolding several clumsy servants for adjusting the banquet table settings.

Today she changed into a snow-white wedding dress with a train of over five meters. Her originally fiery and willful personality appeared somewhat elegant under the veil.

Beside them, Shen Youyou and Shen Yourong, mother and daughter, were wearing matching haute couture gowns and helping each other adjust their skirts.

Shen Youyou's little head looked around, sometimes running to Tang Wei's side to make a fuss, and sometimes teasing the Zheng twins who had changed their clothes.

Sisters Zheng Yumeng and Zheng Yulu stood shyly at the edge of the crowd, their cheeks turning bright red as they saw the wedding dresses everywhere.

Further away, Tong's mother was holding Zheng Tongtong's hand, giving her some instructions. Yang Yuanyuan, Cheng Qingxia, and Li Yuya, these former internet celebrities, were taking selfies together when Zhao Yihuan walked over and jokingly covered the camera lens: "No electronic images are allowed to leak out of the island today. Have you forgotten the boss's strict rule?"

Qiao Jinlin walked up the spiral staircase, her tall figure perfectly outlined by the wedding dress.

She walked to Ning Xiuyang's side and followed his gaze to look outside.

"My mother arrived last night," she said softly. "She's resting in the West Garden."

Ning Xiuyang turned to look at her.

Ultimately, due to his identity, Qiao Feiyu could not openly wear this outfit in front of others.

But she submitted her resignation, and it was only a matter of time before she retired.

"Are you upset?" Ning Xiuyang held her hand.

"What's there to feel aggrieved about?" Qiao Jinlin retorted. "You have so much property under your name, and Xiao Ji has given it all to us."

Ning Xiuyang chuckled.

He turned around and looked at the dozens of women in the hall whose lives had been completely changed because of him.

There are high-level elites, front-row actresses, pure and innocent school beauties, and mothers and daughters/sisters.

"Everyone," he clapped his hands, drawing everyone's attention.

The noisy hall quieted down.

"From a poor freshman to where I am today, I am very content." Ning Xiuyang loosened his tie, raised a glass of champagne from the table next to him, "I still have a long life ahead of me, and I will have to trouble you all to continue to enjoy the scenery of Peach Blossom Island with me."

Bai Xiaoji lifted her skirt and walked forward, raising her glass to touch the rim of his glass.

Immediately afterwards, dozens of wine glasses filled with pale golden liquid, including those belonging to Shen Yourong, Sun Ruoyi, and You Jinyu, gathered together under the crystal chandelier.

"Respectfully, Master!" Wei Youqing shouted.

"Respect, husband." Shen Youyou chimed in with her quirky charm.

Ning Xiuyang tilted his head back and drank the wine in his cup in one gulp.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the fireworks display built by Peach Blossom Island exploded in the night sky, illuminating this completely lawless haven of gentle beauty.

After a few rounds of drinks, the atmosphere became slightly tipsy.

Shen Youyou, who was usually very lively, suddenly hiccuped and touched her stomach.

Ning Xiuyang walked over and pinched her cheek: "You've been eating well lately, girl. You've gained weight around your waist."

"Eat my ass!" Shen Youyou slapped his hand away, glaring at him defiantly. "Brother Yang, I'm pregnant!"

The surrounding conversations all stopped abruptly.

"How many months?" Bai Xiaoji's eyes were like a mine detector.

"Four months already. My period stopped a long time ago," Shen Youyou said smugly.

Ning Xiuyang's mind went blank.

Four months? He really thought this girl had been staying on the island all day playing video games and gaining weight.

Before he could even catch his breath, Shen Yourong blushed and tugged at his sleeve: "Xiuyang, I... I should be on maternity leave next month too."

With a loud bang, the table exploded.

Tang Wei weakly raised her hand on the other end: "I'm two months along too."

The two sisters, Zheng Yumeng and Zheng Yulu, exchanged a glance and said in unison, "We also went to the hospital for testing, and both results were positive."

But the worst was yet to come.

Qiao Feiyu casually sipped some warm water and said in the tone of someone reporting on municipal planning, "I'm going to take sick leave from the city government next month, recuperate for a year, and then retire early."

She pronounced the word "sick leave" very accurately.

Ning Xiuyang's hand holding the cup froze.

How could a high-ranking official in his forties from China Overseas be infected?

The conception time was less than four months apart, which is simply a large-scale, saturated bloom.

The entire beach was buzzing with excitement.

The women gathered in small groups, chattering away about prenatal education and nutritious meals.

Rong Qing'e pulled Wu Xingyao along and enviously studied the list of supplements.

Wei Youqing touched her still flat stomach and secretly strained.

Qin Yiren immediately launched into a popular science lecture by a professional doctor.

Yu Jinyu is already planning which German medical equipment company to buy from so that she can build a private maternity hospital on the island.

Amidst the joyous atmosphere, one person's face was visibly darkening.

Bai Xiaoji suddenly stood up, snatched the wine glass from Ning Xiuyang's hand, and slammed it on the table.

Without saying a word, she stared intently at Ning Xiuyang, then grabbed his tie and dragged him toward the master bedroom.

"Sister Ji, there are many people here, please give me some face." Ning Xiuyang said, half-heartedly.

"Give me any face whatsoever!"

Bai Xiaoji's eyes were red with anxiety, and he growled through gritted teeth.

She is the matriarch of this Heavenly Palace on the Clouds.

She meticulously manages the daily tasks of scheduling these younger girls, mediating their arguments, and maintaining order.

As a result, several women got pregnant as soon as they turned around, and that brat Shen Youyou even held it in for four months!

The matriarch's ultimate authority suffered a fatal blow.

He kicked open the master bedroom door and locked it with a click.

"Take it off!"

Bai Xiaoji pointed to the three-meter-wide velvet bed, "Let me tell you, Ning Xiuyang, even if it costs you your life today, I'm going to get pregnant no matter what! I absolutely cannot let that little slut Shen Youyou ride on my neck and poop!"

Looking at his older sister, who had always protected him since childhood and was now furious, Ning Xiuyang was speechless at the grievances and urgency hidden beneath her domineering exterior.

He sighed.

It seems that the leisurely and wealthy life on Peach Blossom Island is about to seamlessly switch to a 24-hour breeding station mode.

He scooped her up in his arms, threw her heavily onto the bed, and pressed himself against her.

The waves outside the window gently lapped against the soft white sand, and the laughter from the banquet drifted away on the wind.

There are no outsiders here, and no public opinion.

With a continuous stream of wealth and this group of ever-vibrant women, this large, newly formed family has only just begun its prosperous journey.

The waves crashed against the rocks.

The story begins with a small Douyin beauty treasure box and eventually settles in this independent kingdom surrounded by the sea, full of everyday life and extravagance, where life goes on and on.

(End of the book)

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

[Completed after one million words, purely content without any cultivation elements. There are many more stories to come, all left to your imagination! From the day this book was published until now, my daily income has been consistently between 50 and 80 yuan. My monthly royalties are barely enough to cover my child's milk powder, which is really unsustainable.]

But at least it gave longtime readers who had been following the story a satisfying ending. The ending felt a little rushed, but it was still perfect.

I was banned from writing this book twice, and I thought I would never be able to finish it. But the censor gave me the chance to finish it. As the censor's confidant, whom the readers jokingly call his confidant, I would like to express my deepest gratitude once again!

I've been writing books on Tomato for nearly six years. My first book sold 120,000 copies on its debut, a peak that I still can't surpass! It's just a pity that the book couldn't be published after reaching 750,000 words. There are still many readers leaving messages urging me to update, but there's nothing I can do, I can't continue!

I've published twenty more books since then, and this is my 21st. All of them were written in a series of dark rooms, ranging from 200,000 to 600,000 or 700,000 words. Now I can finally say that I am an author with a completed book!

The new book is out! It's a romance novel about an elderly tycoon who's a womanizer. The protagonist, Ning Daqi, is sixty years old. On the eve of his adopted daughter's school start, he obtains a system. By binding himself to a beautiful woman, he can gain life essence, strengthen his body, and reverse his aging process. At the same time, he can also woo women and live a carefree life!

Important reminder: Although the core content is the same, please do not read if you mind the protagonist's advanced age. If you are willing to read, you can click on the author's name to follow the book. If you are not willing to read, please do not add it to your friends' bookshelf, as it will lower the data!

Long-time readers know how important Tomato data is. Unlike toll booths, if the data is low, even if you write millions of words, your income will still not increase!

Finally, Ning Xiuyang's life is not over yet. I wish all my readers a life that, like Ning Xiuyang's, sets sail and has many opportunities, lots of money, and lots of girls!

Sincerely,

—Yi Shui Li Ge