Transmigrated into a female-oriented novel, and put an end to the domineering CEOs all over the city

Who is Tang Cheng? The mayor's son, a rich, dissolute young master who spends money like water.

The sons of the top municipal party committee secretary and the top municipal official donated the exact same amount of money on this occasion.

This is no longer an individual act; it's a signal.

What does this signal mean? No one present dared to think about it too deeply, but everyone was already thinking about it.

An Xiaozhao's smile vanished.

She looked at Tang Cheng, who had dyed his hair yellow and was leaning back in his chair, still smiling and nodding, but her eyes were gradually turning cold.

...Is someone causing trouble?

Subsequent developments confirmed her suspicions.

One by one, people from Lu Jingxiu's small circle raised their placards.

The number read out by the host was consistently "888 yuan".

"Mr. Zhou Yu donated 888 yuan..."

"Mr. Guo Zhixu donated 888 yuan..."

One by one, the young people sitting around Lu Jingxiu raised up their signs, and the amounts displayed on the screen were neatly arranged.

The guests, who had been whispering and gossiping, all fell silent, their eyes darting back and forth between An Xiaozhao and Lu Jingxiu's group.

Han Xuanxuan, who was sitting on the other side, was already drunk and dozing off with her best friend's shoulder.

When she heard that someone had donated 888, she just vaguely raised her eyes, chuckled, and asked, "Cai Cai, who is this? So stingy."

Her best friend lowered her voice, her tone still tinged with shock: "Young Master Lu..."

Upon hearing this, she sat up abruptly, her eyes widening, and the drunkenness on her face instantly dissipated.

Big news! Absolutely big news!

She frantically pulled out the donation plaque she had written, crossed out the numbers, filled in "888" again, and then held it high.

The host numbly announced, "Ms. Han Xuanxuan donated 888 yuan."

Then she shoved the sign into her best friend's arms, crouched down, and slipped out from the back of the crowd.

The circle where Lu Jingxiu was sitting was already completely surrounded by his small group of people.

When she finally squeezed her way to Lu Jingxiu's area, she found that all the seats around her had already been taken up by the children of high-ranking officials, and there was nowhere to sit.

Han Xuanxuan didn't say anything, but crossed her arms, raised her eyebrows, and glanced at the faces of the boys on the periphery.

One of the boys, wearing a light gray suit, was the son of a bureau chief in Minghai District, and was usually quite arrogant.

Upon being looked at by Han Xuanxuan, he touched his nose, and surprisingly stood up without a word, obediently giving up his seat.

Lu Jingxiu noticed this scene but didn't think much of it.

The daughter of a deputy director-level official is not considered high-ranking in this circle, but Ba Shi Daily is the leading media outlet, so who would dare to offend her?

When they catch someone, a media report will force the disciplinary committee to intervene, even if they don't want to.

Han Xuanxuan sat down without any hesitation and even straightened her skirt.

Several children of high-ranking officials around her glanced at her, but no one spoke, though their eyes showed a hint of surprise.

Isn't this gossipy woman usually hanging out with wealthy businesswomen, chatting about gossip? Why is she so actively trying to get into their circle today?

The atmosphere in the hall had completely changed.

After the children of high-ranking officials uniformly donated 888, the amount donated by the remaining businessmen and celebrities plummeted.

At the beginning, there were people like Fu Xingzhou who spent millions, while others donated a few hundred thousand as a token gesture.

But later on, the numbers scrolling on the screen had increased to tens of thousands, and there were even a few who donated 8,800.

The host stood listlessly on the stage, a stark contrast to his earlier, animated and enthusiastic demeanor during the auction.

Everyone present knew perfectly well how big the difference was.

The one who started all of this was Lu Jingxiu, who sat in the middle with his legs crossed and didn't say a word from beginning to end.

An Xiaozhao stood beside the main seat. Her gentle and delicate smile did not falter, but the temperature in her eyes had dropped to freezing point.

She planned to find out who this Lu Jingxiu was in a little while.

I should have gone through the list of noteworthy figures in Ba Shi before I came.

But she found it too troublesome.

Although the An family's roots are mostly in Ba Province, she grew up in the capital and had only been to Ba City a few times, and never really took the provincial capital seriously.

It's just a provincial capital. There are over twenty in the country, what's so special about it?

She's a big shot in Beijing's elite circles. Anyone from her circle who comes to a place like this can make the market tremble.

Who would have thought that she would encounter someone who dared to lead a disturbance in this very place she had taken for granted?

Thinking of this, she turned to the side, whispered a few words to the tall, thin organizer, and then left the banquet hall through the side door.

The corridor was deserted, with only the wall lamps quietly lit. She walked to a secluded corner, took out her phone from her handbag, and dialed a number.

I answered the phone after it rang twice.

"Hey, brother," her voice was still gentle, "there's someone causing trouble at tonight's charity gala... his name is Lu Jingxiu."

"Okay, Xiao Zhao, I'm in Ba City," a gentle and pleasant male voice came from the other end of the phone, unhurried and calm. "Don't worry, I'll be right there."

An Xiaozhao hung up the phone, put it in her handbag, and leaned against the wall of the corridor, a cold smile curling at the corner of her mouth.

That originally pure and innocent oval face and big eyes suddenly appeared somewhat gloomy in the dim light.

The drooping corners of her eyes were no longer gentle; instead, they exuded an indescribable coldness.

Going against An Jia? No matter who Lu Jingxiu is, they're doomed.

888?

She was going to make this guy surnamed Lu, along with his henchmen, cough up at least ten times the price.

Then, she would make them hold up signs that read "I'm a cheapskate" and roll out of the banquet hall step by step, under the watchful eyes of all the guests.

The atmosphere in the banquet hall remained delicate.

Li Qingqing changed into a light blue halter dress. The fabric of the dress was thin and form-fitting, and it slid smoothly down along the waistline.

She sat gracefully, slightly turned to the side, from which Fu Xingzhou, sitting next to her, could just see some faint lines.

Her gaze pierced through the crowd and landed on the man surrounded by the children of officials in the very center, her eyes revealing no emotion.

The banquet was almost over, and Lu Jingxiu hadn't even glanced in her direction once from beginning to end.

Not even once.

"Qingqing," Fu Xingzhou's voice came from the side, gentle and polite, "I'll take you home after the banquet."

When he spoke, his gaze was not on her face.

From his angle, looking down slightly, he could just pass through the thin fabric below Li Qingqing's collarbone and see the two smooth, white contours of her breasts, as well as the deep cleavage that had been squeezed out.

The light in the banquet hall fell on her chest, giving it a delicate, soft glow that rose and fell slightly with her breathing. Fu Xingzhou's Adam's apple bobbed imperceptibly, and a fiery glint flashed in his eyes.

Li Qingqing, of course, knew what the domineering CEO beside her was looking at.

She was all too familiar with the man's eyes; she had seen them since she was a child, and she could feel the warmth of his gaze falling on her even with her eyes closed.

However, she didn't care.

Fu Xingzhou was only a backup option.

Her main target remains Lu Jingxiu, the heir to the Ba Shi empire.

She couldn't believe that a man who had been so infatuated with her before, who would have given her his heart on his knees, would suddenly change his personality just when he was about to get what he wanted, and that she was no longer even on his mind.

Men are all driven by their lower instincts. If she's patient enough, she can clean up all those flashy, cheap women who suddenly appeared around Lu Jingxiu.

This powerful prince will eventually return to her side and submit to her as before.

Of course, Fu Xingzhou, this backup option, cannot be offended either.

A spare tire has its uses.

She not only has a backup plan, but also a jack and other tools she only uses when changing a backup tire...

"Mr. Fu, I'll go home by myself after the banquet." She turned to look at Fu Xingzhou, a hint of fragility and worry flashing across her face, her voice softening slightly.

"I'm afraid... if Lu Jingxiu sees you taking me home, he'll have his father take action against you. I've heard there are indeed some problems with your company's recent projects..."

At this point, she reached out and gently squeezed Fu Xingzhou's fingers.

"If they start targeting you now... I'll be very worried."

After saying that, she quickly turned her head away, leaving Fu Xingzhou with only a beautiful profile, as if she had made a difficult decision for his sake and was now suppressing her emotions.

Fu Xingzhou narrowed his eyes, his gaze sweeping over the crowd and landing coldly in Lu Jingxiu's direction.

The man was surrounded by a group of children of high-ranking officials, chatting and laughing.

"Qingqing," he looked away, down at her, his voice as deep as a cello, "once I finish what I'm doing, I'll help you deal with Lu Jingxiu."

Li Qingqing didn't speak, but the corners of her mouth curved slightly from an angle he couldn't see.

Seeing her unhappy expression, Fu Xingzhou's anger and hostility towards Lu Jingxiu surged even higher.