After the Protagonist Ascended, I Set My Eyes on His Woman - Chapter 10:

Chapter 10: Gu Qingning Is Anxious

“That’s more like it. Come on, let Uncle give you a proper kiss. I didn’t get to enjoy it much yesterday.” Li Wanji held her soft, slightly baby-fat face in his hands and kissed her on her cherry lips.

“Mm!” Guoguo’s eyes widened in shock.

Chen Lanyi watched from the side, gritting her teeth in fury. She wanted to grab an axe and split this bastard in half.

Meanwhile, Li Wanji felt immense satisfaction in his heart. Chen Fan, weren’t you supposed to be impressive? Not only am I playing with your sister, but I’m also kissing the loli that should belong to you.

After a long time, Guoguo couldn’t hold her breath anymore and forcefully pushed Li Wanji away.

“Huff… huff…” Guoguo’s face was flushed, a thin layer of sweat glistening on her nose. Her moist eyes shimmered, and her slightly swollen lips parted as she gasped for air.

“Are you trying to suffocate me?” she huffed angrily.

“Hehe, that’s because your kissing technique is too clumsy. You don’t know how to breathe. In that area, you should learn from Lanyi,” Li Wanji chuckled and turned to walk toward Brother Hu.

“What are you doing?” Guoguo asked.

“Wake him up.” Li Wanji casually flicked a strand of true Qi into Brother Hu’s body.

“Ugh…” Brother Hu stirred awake, but his eyes were unfocused and blank.

“Uh… Hehehe…” Brother Hu drooled from the corner of his mouth as he crawled around on the floor like an idiot.

“What happened to him?” Chen Lanyi gasped.

“Nothing, just turned into an idiot,” Li Wanji said calmly.

“You made him an idiot?” Chen Lanyi glared at him angrily.

“If he didn’t die, he still had to pay a price. Did you really think a kiss from Guoguo was enough to satisfy me?” Li Wanji sneered.

“You!” Chen Lanyi clenched her teeth in rage.

“Forget it, Lanyi.” Guoguo stepped forward and hugged her best friend to comfort her. “At least Uncle Hu isn’t dead, right?”

Guoguo believed that once Chen Fan returned, he would definitely have a way to cure Uncle Hu. So, she wasn’t that furious. For now, the priority was to keep this bastard calm.

Chen Lanyi nodded and then made a phone call, asking someone to come take Brother Hu away. Guoguo also left with them—there was no way she was staying in the villa.

The next day, Li Wanji arrived at the company. It had officially launched. Li Wanji was the chairman, and Li Qinglan served as CEO. The shareholders included Xiao Dai and Mo Ruyan. The factory had already produced the first batch of products—1 million boxes. But now, they needed to advertise. Otherwise, no one would know about the product.

So, they held a shareholder meeting.

“I think we can hire two young male idols. Their female fans can buy our first batch of products,” Li Qinglan suggested. She had once read news stories about young girls who would buy milk endorsed by their idol ‘gege’ just to support him, only to throw it away without drinking it. That showed the insane purchasing power of idol fans.

“Not a good idea. That would damage our product’s reputation. Hardcore fans are only a minority. Most are anti-fans. If we use traffic stars to promote it, we’ll gain some customers but also attract hate and rejection,” Xiao Dai said.

“Hmm, then how about a popular and talented actress, like the trending starlet Xueyi?” Li Qinglan suggested again.

“No,” Li Wanji rejected firmly. That popular actress happened to be one of Chen Fan’s women.

Xiao Dai seemed to think of something and turned to her best friend Mo Ruyan, saying, “Don’t you know Zhao Xueji? Have her endorse our product.”

“But after she was diagnosed with depression, she’s been living at the Kun Mountain Dojo,” Mo Ruyan replied, unsure if her friend would agree to it.

“Bring her here. I can cure her depression,” Li Wanji said.

“You can cure her?” Mo Ruyan was surprised, then smiled playfully, “Brother Wanji, are you sure you’re up to the task?”

“Try me and you’ll see.” Li Wanji stared at her slender figure. This woman was a third-year university student, still quite young with a slim frame—but one particular area was anything but small.

“Fine, then let’s try.” Mo Ruyan stood up and walked over to Li Wanji, placing one beautiful leg—wrapped in sheer black stockings—on the chair next to him, just within his reach.

“I twisted my ankle yesterday. If you can fix it in one minute, I’ll call Xueji here.”

With a smile on her face, she looked at him expectantly.

Li Wanji reached out and pressed a specific point above her ankle.

“Ow!” Mo Ruyan cried out in pain.

The next second, Li Wanji released his grip.

“Huh? The discomfort’s gone.” Mo Ruyan rotated her foot a bit and found that the pain had completely vanished.

“Brother Wanji, you’re amazing!” Mo Ruyan hopped around happily like a little girl.

“Alright, call Xueji now. I need to take down Qingcheng International Group as soon as possible,” Li Wanji said with a smile.

“Mm!” Mo Ruyan took out her phone and walked out to make the call. She returned shortly after.

“Xueji agreed.”

…

Three days later, Li Wanji met Zhao Xueji at the company. She had once been a superstar of the generation, releasing numerous hit songs. But for unknown reasons, she had fallen into depression and hadn’t released a single track in three years.

“Hello, Master Li,” Zhao Xueji greeted with a flat tone. Her beautiful eyes looked dull and lifeless, completely devoid of light. Even her smile looked forced and soulless.

By contrast, Mo Ruyan’s bright, shining eyes, gentle smile, and charming features highlighted the difference—this was depression. From a modern medical perspective, it was a psychological disorder. But Li Wanji was a cultivator. He could use his spiritual sense to detect the flow of Qi within her body and had basically become self-taught in traditional Chinese medicine.

“Mm.” Li Wanji nodded slightly, then extended his spiritual sense to examine her internal organs.

As expected—liver Qi was stagnant and unable to rise, heart blood was deficient, and mental energy was severely depleted. He flicked a strand of true Qi into her body. That strand of postnatal Qi instantly cleared her stagnation, allowing her liver Qi to rise. The remaining Qi then flowed into her heart, replenishing her mental energy. Her internal organs began to function normally again.

Zhao Xueji trembled slightly. A wave of indescribable comfort washed over her.

“I… I feel like I’m cured.” She smiled in surprise—this time, a genuine smile from the heart.

“She’s really cured!” Mo Ruyan was thrilled to see her friend smiling from deep within.

“Brother Wanji, you’re incredible!” Mo Ruyan looked at him with admiration. My god, not only is this man handsome, but his skills are mysterious and profound. Compared to the legendary Master Chen of the past, he was no less impressive.

“Master Li, thank you!” Zhao Xueji began to cry from joy and gave Li Wanji a deep bow, filled with gratitude.

“No need. It was just a small effort. Now, I need your help,” Li Wanji said.

Zhao Xueji nodded and wiped her tears.

Soon after, Zhao Xueji began filming the advertisement. One week later, their beauty cream officially launched. In just half a day, all 1 million boxes were sold out! The factory rushed to produce another 10 million boxes, and even that was sold out within a day.

Mo Ruyan and Xiao Dai were beyond excited.

At the same time—

Inside the CEO’s office at Qingcheng International.

Three boxes of Wanqing brand beauty cream sat on Gu Qingning’s desk. Her expression was grim. “Did the lab figure out the formula?”

“They’ve analyzed part of it,” the secretary said, lowering her head, not daring to meet her icy gaze.

“Wanqing’s beauty cream poses a serious threat to our product. In the past few days, our Jade Skin Powder’s sales have dropped by 60%! If this continues, the company will collapse.”

In just these few days, she had already lost over 1 billion yuan. Now, 2 billion yuan worth of inventory sat unsold in warehouses. Many distributors had canceled their contracts and switched to working with Wanqing.

Gu Qingning was panicking. She was practically becoming the king of panic.

“Qingning, here’s the business card of Wanqing’s owner,” said a mature and elegant woman in her late twenties as she walked in and handed over a card.

She was also one of Chen Fan’s women—Xie Yourong.

“Alright.” Gu Qingning picked up her phone and dialed. Once the call connected, she said, “This is Gu Qingning from Qingcheng International.”