Chapter 5: The Male Daji

The next day, Jiang Qingqing woke up to find the sun already high in the sky.

Outside, the autumn wind was still bleak, but under the covers, it was warm and cozy. She was reluctant to open her eyes, unwilling to wake from the dream, unwilling to face the stark reality of her bare and empty home.

She hadn’t even finished the feast in her dream—steamed chicken in wine, sugar rice cakes, flat peach rice, and steamed sea bass!

Jiang Qingqing buried her head completely under the blanket.

As long as she couldn’t see anything, she could pretend she was still sleeping in her palace chamber.

Smacking her lips drowsily, she was about to drift back to sleep.

“Open your eyes and go eat.”

A cool, clear voice suddenly sounded beside her ear, instantly snapping Jiang Qingqing awake.

She wasn’t sure if it was fear or hunger that jolted her.

The voice was crisp and cold like a trickling spring, carrying a slight huskiness, as if a feather had lightly brushed across her heart, sending a tingling sensation through her.

Seeing that Jiang Qingqing hadn’t moved for a while, the male voice continued unhurriedly, “Jiang Qingqing, get up and eat.”

Jiang Qingqing gasped in amazement.

Rolling and scrambling, she quickly got out of bed.

She had to see for herself—who was this “male Daji” tempting her so early in the morning?

Did he not realize how irresistible this was to someone like her, who was a die-hard face-con and voice-con?!

Before she could even ask, she was completely stunned by what she saw.

“Th-this… this…”

Jiang Qingqing pointed a trembling finger at her surroundings.

Was this still her broken-down straw hut?!

Last night’s dilapidated shack had been transformed into a cozy, cream-toned apartment, all thanks to Fu Zhengnan spending 500,000 RMB in the game mall to exchange it for a modern home, fully furnished with contemporary amenities.

A fluffy cloud-like sofa in soft cream hues, paired with a pure white goose-feather rug, adorned the room. A massive projector screen hung on the wall, and the overall color scheme of the space was a warm blend of milky coffee tones—both comforting and bright.

Jiang Qingqing stood barefoot on the plush rug, feeling as though she were floating in a dream.

She reached out and pinched her cheek.

“Hiss…”

It was real!

Could it be that while she was sleeping, the deity had displayed divine power?

Jiang Qingqing caught the rich aroma of food coming from the dining table and had to fight the urge to rush over immediately.

With a mix of nervousness and excitement, she asked, “Are all these… for me?”

Fu Zhengnan responded indifferently, “Don’t like them?”

The deity’s voice rang out once again, and Jiang Qingqing was so overwhelmed she didn’t know what to do with herself.

Mother! She had made it big!

At least, before she died, she had found herself an incredibly powerful backer.

Her deity was not only immensely powerful but also incredibly kind to her!

The deity was merciful. She begged for forgiveness for her earlier reckless words—he was not just some “male Daji.”

Jiang Qingqing respectfully bowed toward the air.

At this moment, Fu Zhengnan had already ascended to the status of a divine being in her heart.

“Thank you, divine one, for your generosity. This humble girl has nothing to offer in return—”

Just as she was about to launch into a long speech about how she would dedicate herself to good deeds, helping others, and accumulating merit for the deity, Fu Zhengnan interrupted her in a calm voice, “You don’t need to do anything.”

Jiang Qingqing’s nose suddenly tingled with emotion, and a mist of tears welled up in her eyes.

“Thank you…”

The words of gratitude choked in her throat.

She had thought that everyone had abandoned her.

Slipping on the cotton slippers beside the bed, Jiang Qingqing walked over to the dining table.

The lavish spread before her was almost dizzying—it was even more extravagant than what she used to have in the palace.

Placed in the very center were the exact dishes she had ordered the night before.

“Wuuu 55555!!!”

Jiang Qingqing completely lost her composure, clutching the massive bowl of Dongpo pork as she ate, tears streaming down her face.

“Divine one, what is this dish? Why have I never had it in the palace before?”

Jiang Qingqing picked up a small piece of cream cake with her chopsticks.

The smooth, delicate cream on top looked so soft and inviting that she hesitated to take a bite.

Fu Zhengnan glanced at it and simply replied, “Cake. You can try the cream on top.”

Oh?

Jiang Qingqing leaned in to take a sniff—it smelled quite nice.

Without hesitation, she stuffed the entire piece of cake into her mouth, her cheeks puffed up as she savored the taste.

The rich, creamy sweetness filled her mouth, making her eyes widen in delight.

This was absolutely delicious! But why was there only one piece…

“Can I have another one?”

Jiang Qingqing’s eyes darted around hesitantly as she spoke to Fu Zhengnan in a small voice.

Would the deity find her troublesome?

The moment she finished speaking, Fu Zhengnan opened the in-game store and purchased another identical cake.

“Is it that delicious?”

Watching Jiang Qingqing take bite after bite, Fu Zhengnan, for once, felt a rare craving for sweets.

Jiang Qingqing nodded eagerly. “It’s so sweet… just like you.”

The phrase, a favorite saying of Consort Wan, slipped out of her mouth without thinking.

Fu Zhengnan: “……”

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“Fu Zhengnan, you bastard! You’re actually keeping a woman outside in secret!”

At the top floor of the Fu Corporation, the CEO’s office door was rudely pushed open from the outside.

A man in a floral shirt swaggered in without hesitation.

Since stepping inside, his eyes had been locked on Fu Zhengnan, the mischief on his face evident.

“Wow, it’s only been a few days, and our great CEO Fu has already found himself a sweetheart?”

This was Lu Jian’an, heir to the Lu family.

He and Fu Zhengnan had grown up in the same military compound. In all of Haicheng, he was probably the only one bold enough to tease Fu Zhengnan like this.

Fu Zhengnan flipped his phone over, screen down on the desk, and opened his laptop to continue working. He had no intention of entertaining Lu Jian’an’s sarcastic remarks.

“Did you review the land development proposal?”

Hearing the mention of work, Lu Jian’an clicked his tongue in annoyance. “Nah, the old man at home has other plans.”

“Aren’t you curious why I came today?”

Lu Jian’an crossed one leg over the other, reclining lazily on the couch. The top few buttons of his shirt were undone, exposing his well-defined chest muscles.

Fu Zhengnan lifted his long lashes slightly and cast him an indifferent glance. “You mean how you got caught at a nightclub and dragged back into house arrest by Master Lu?”

“Hey! Hey, no, wait—how did you…?”

Lu Jian’an instantly jumped up, his sore spot hit dead on.

“What do you gain from constantly jabbing at my wounds? But you know what, I gotta say, that fight was worth it! At least I met my true love! Those peach blossom eyes—absolute perfection!”

Speaking of his goddess, Lu Jian’an became animated.

It all happened half a month ago.

At a nightclub, Lu Jian’an had encountered a fiery beauty dressed in ancient attire, being surrounded by a group of men. As a proud heir of the nation, how could he stand idly by? He immediately charged in, fists flying.

But what he hadn’t expected was that the woman could really fight. Out of the ten men, she took down eight all on her own.

After the fight, she disappeared without a trace, leaving Lu Jian’an alone to deal with the aftermath.

The nightclub, Liujin, was frequented by rich heirs from elite circles, and news of Lu Jian’an brawling spread to Master Lu in no time.

The old man, known for his upright family values, was furious. He immediately had Lu Jian’an dragged home and locked up for half a month.

“Did you find out which noble family my goddess belongs to?”

Lu Jian’an rapped his knuckles against Fu Zhengnan’s desk.

Fu Zhengnan remained unbothered, his focus entirely on work. He merely acknowledged Lu Jian’an’s words with a brief response.

“Ask Assistant Zhang yourself.”

After all, Lu Jian’an had a history of claiming every stunning woman he met as his “true love.”

Lu Jian’an despised Fu Zhengnan’s detached, untouchable demeanor—it was something he could never emulate!

In an attempt to provoke him, he suddenly said, “I heard you spent nearly a million last night on a female streamer?”

He was determined to shatter Fu Zhengnan’s facade of indifference!