I run a casino in the immortal realm.

For Zheng Yifei, Su Wanqing's arrival was like a long-awaited rain after a drought.

It must be admitted that the skills and vision that this young lady of the Su family honed during her time in the Tax Inspection Department are far beyond what ordinary cultivators can achieve.

Under her guidance, the mountain of intricate accounts that Mirage had accumulated every day became well-organized in less than three days.

Su Wanqing meticulously planned every single spirit stone transaction, every loss at every array node, and even the rotation of the dealers and maids.

Zheng Yifei used to spend five or six hours a day on these tedious mundane tasks, but now he has been completely freed up.

He finally had the time and energy to enjoy the cultivation benefits brought by the Bliss Palace he had built with his own hands.

The top floor of the mirage not only features an extremely luxurious spirit-gathering array, but is also directly connected to the third-tier high-grade spiritual vein at the bottom of Yingxian Lake.

The spiritual energy here is so rich that it almost turns into a tangible white mist; taking a breath makes one feel incredibly comfortable throughout their body.

More importantly, there is an absolute sense of security here.

The outer perimeter is a fourth-order Great Sumeru Nine Palaces Formation, and the inner perimeter is the "Nine Netherworld Annihilation Formation" personally laid out by Wan Tianxiang.

Within this mirage, Zheng Yifei is the absolute ruler.

Even if Qin Cang, the Grand Elder of the Xuantian Sect, that Nascent Soul cultivator, suddenly launched an attack and forcibly stormed into Yingxian Lake, Zheng Yifei was absolutely confident that he could escape unscathed through the directional teleportation array in the secret chamber before the great formation was detonated.

With such an impregnable foundation, Zheng Yifei was able to act with complete freedom.

He spent most of his time each day in the top-floor cultivation chamber, frantically absorbing the massive amount of spiritual energy.

His already vast spiritual energy lake, fueled by endless resources, expanded and solidified at an astonishing rate, pushing his cultivation level close to the peak of the mid-Foundation Establishment stage.

However, the path of cultivation ultimately requires a balance of tension and relaxation.

Every time Zheng Yifei finished his tedious seclusion and pushed open the door to his study, seeing that stunningly beautiful figure sitting behind the large desk, furrowing her brows as she reviewed account books, a hint of wicked pleasure would involuntarily rise in his heart, which was filled with scheming and intrigue.

"Senior Sister Su, what time is it? Are you still looking at the account books?"

Zheng Yifei, carrying a freshly brewed cup of premium spiritual tea, slowly walked to Su Wanqing's side.

Then, deliberately lowering his voice, he teased in the arrogant and charming tone of "Xu Zhengyun": "You're working so hard, anyone who didn't know better would think you're in a hurry to save up your dowry so you can marry into the Xu family as soon as possible and become the young mistress of the Xu family."

As he spoke, he deliberately leaned down slightly and brought his face closer.

Warm breaths, mingled with the delicate fragrance of spiritual tea, brushed lightly against Su Wanqing's translucent earlobes.

If it were an ordinary female cultivator, being teased so closely by a twenty-two-year-old Foundation Establishment mid-stage genius, she would either blush with embarrassment or panic and create distance.

But who is Su Wanqing?

She paused slightly with the vermilion pen in her hand, and instead of dodging, she slowly turned her head.

The distance between their noses instantly shrank to less than three inches, and they could even see each other's eyelashes clearly.

A sly and provocative glint flashed in Su Wanqing's eyes, which were as cold as stars.

She parted her red lips slightly, her breath sweet as orchids: "If Manager Xu really has this intention, Wanqing is not someone who cannot consider it."

But... if you want to marry me, you have to let me see what's hidden beneath that facade, right?

As she spoke, she suddenly extended her slender fingers, the tips of which carried a hint of cool spiritual energy. In an extremely ambiguous manner, she slowly traced her fingers along Zheng Yifei's chin, finally stopping at his Adam's apple and gently tapping it: "Manager Xu, the frequency with which your Adam's apple bounces is much weaker than the confidence in your voice."

Zheng Yifei froze, his heart skipping a beat.

"Ahem... Senior Sister Su is really joking."

He took a half-step back without showing any emotion, suppressing the pounding in his heart, and tactically took a sip of tea to cover his embarrassment: "I, Xu Zhengyun, don't change my name or surname, who else could I be hiding from?"

"Yeah?"

Su Wanqing looked at him with a half-smile, her eyes full of mockery: "I thought Manager Xu was trying to win over his fiancée on behalf of that good-for-nothing with five spiritual roots who died in the back mountain."

This fierce counterattack made Zheng Yifei grit his teeth in secret.

This woman is simply a vixen!

From then on, the atmosphere in the study became increasingly strange.

A silent, intense tug-of-war unfolded between the two.

Zheng Yifei refused to believe it and, relying on his current identity as "Xu Zhengyun," began to test him even more relentlessly.

When checking the accounts, he would deliberately walk around from behind, put his hands on both sides of Su Wanqing's chair, and pull her into his arms, pointing to the numbers in the account book and whispering.

When inspecting the mirage, he would "casually" put his arm around her slender waist and shield her from the crowd of gamblers.

He had intended to use this frivolous behavior to force Su Wanqing to back down and make her give up.

However, he seriously underestimated Su Wanqing's skill and determination.

Faced with Zheng Yifei's provocation, Su Wanqing was not angry at all. Instead, she took the opportunity to back down and countered.

When Zheng Yifei wrapped his arms around her from behind, she would lean back and press her soft back against his broad chest. Then she would tilt her head back slightly, look at him with her watery eyes, and ask softly, "Manager Xu, is my calculation of this account correct?"

If I'm right, is there any reward?

When Zheng Yifei put his arm around her waist, she not only didn't break free, but instead leaned half her weight on him. In a corner where no one was watching, she secretly drew circles on his palm with her slender white fingers, teasing Zheng Yifei until his blood surged and his spiritual energy almost went astray.

In less than a month, the air in this spacious and luxurious study had become sticky and ambiguously warm.

In this extreme tug-of-war, both of them had already succumbed to the pressure.

Zheng Yifei found that he was getting more and more used to Su Wanqing's presence.

She understood his every glance, and his wildly imaginative, even somewhat crazy, business plans.

Often, as soon as he put forward an idea, Su Wanqing would already have the specific implementation plan and budget on his desk.

This deep connection of souls, coupled with the heart-pounding physical contact they shared daily, irresistibly melted Zheng Yifei's originally cold and hard heart.

As for Su Wanqing, the past month of living together day and night has made her 100% certain that the man in front of her with the face of "Xu Zhengyun" is Zheng Yifei, whom she both hates and misses!

His habit of drawing circles in the corners when reviewing documents hasn't changed;

The frequency with which he unconsciously tapped the table with his knuckles while thinking about a problem remained unchanged.

Even when he was left speechless by his own teasing, his forced composure coupled with his slightly flushed ears was exactly the same as when he was in the Tax Inspectorate.

The truth will eventually come out; someone has to break through this veil of secrecy.

One month later, late at night.

A light drizzle began to fall over Yingxian Lake, creating a misty atmosphere. The ground floor of the mirage remained bustling, but the study on the top floor was so quiet that only the sound of rain pattering against the glass windows could be heard.

The two had just finished checking the total accounts for the month.

Mirage's net profit for this month reached an astonishing astronomical figure.

To celebrate, Zheng Yifei made an exception and opened a jar of his treasured Baihua Ling wine.

After a few cups of spirit wine, Su Wanqing's cheeks flushed with a captivating rosy hue, and her eyes became somewhat dazed.

Instead of sitting in her chair, she stood up unsteadily, walked around the large desk, and went straight to Zheng Yifei.

"Senior Sister Su, you're drunk."

Looking at the stunningly beautiful face so close to him, Zheng Yifei's Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily, and he wanted to reach out to help her.

"I'm not drunk."

Su Wanqing slapped his hand away, suddenly stepped forward, and straddled Zheng Yifei's lap!

This extremely daring move instantly left Zheng Yifei's mind blank.

His body stiffened, his hands hovering in mid-air, unsure whether to hug or push her away: "Su...Su Wanqing, what are you doing! Stop fooling around!"

"Am I being ridiculous?"

Su Wanqing reached out and held Zheng Yifei's face tightly in her hands. Her once bright eyes were now filled with glistening tears.

"Xu Zhengyun? The cousin of the Qingyun Sect Master? A twenty-two-year-old Foundation Establishment stage genius?"

Su Wanqing's voice trembled slightly, carrying a hint of suppressed grievance and anger: "How long are you going to keep up this act?!"

Zheng Yifei's heart sank, but he still forced a smile: "Senior Sister Su, I don't know what you're talking about..."

"You don't know? Okay, then I'll tell you!"

Su Wanqing bit her red lips, tears streaming down her cheeks and dripping onto Zheng Yifei's hand, which was surprisingly hot.