Chapter 107: Go Be a Gigolo

"Work together to make money?"

Yang Xun raised an eyebrow, his eyes glinting with interest.

To be honest, he was desperately short on cash. Refining the Celestial Spirit Pill would cost one hundred million, but his current savings, stretching it, were just over 1.2 million—not even close to a fraction of what he needed. He couldn’t afford to pass up any chance to earn money.

But he didn’t agree just yet. Instead, he leaned back in his chair, sizing up Xu Qian with a look of amusement, and retorted, "You don’t hate me anymore?"

"Of course I hate you!"

The words practically flew out of Xu Qian’s mouth. A raging fire instantly ignited in her peach blossom eyes as she spat through gritted teeth, "I hate you so much I could die! I wish I could chop you into mincemeat and stuff you in a dumpling!"

But as soon as she said it, her expression faltered. The fierce energy drained out of her, as if her spine had been pulled right out, and she deflated bit by bit.

HUFF...

Xu Qian let out a heavy sigh, slumping listlessly against the desk. Her voice dropped. "But I feel worse for my sister."

At this, she sighed softly, her expression filled with sorrow.

"You heard it earlier. The Xu Group is developing a new line of beauty products. The initial investment was massive, and the cash flow could dry up at any moment. All that pressure is on my sister, and she’s handling it all alone. No one is helping her..."

"You know what she’s like. She shoulders everything herself and never complains to anyone. But I’m her little sister. I see it, and it breaks my heart... I have to help her."

Yang Xun fell silent after hearing her out.

His gaze fell on the profile of her lowered head, and a complex emotion stirred within him.

’So that’s how it is.’

He’d always thought Xu Qian’s suggestive livestreams were just for her own pleasure and profit. He never imagined that this seemingly arrogant, domineering sister-in-law was secretly doing it all to ease Xu Yue’s burden.

"So, you started livestreaming just to raise money for your sister?" Yang Xun asked.

"What else?" Xu Qian snorted, turning her head away from him. Her voice was sullen. "Did you think I enjoy wearing those ridiculous outfits on camera? That I enjoy being ogled by a bunch of rich women? I had no other choice!"

The corner of Yang Xun’s mouth twitched, but he said nothing.

In that moment, his perception of Xu Qian began to change.

His sister-in-law might have a sharp tongue and a fiery temper, but deep down, she was someone who cared deeply for others.

For her sister’s sake, she was willing to humble herself and do things that had to be kept in the shadows.

Such sisterly devotion was truly touching.

"Alright, then. Tell me, what’s this partnership you have in mind?"

Yang Xun dropped his playful expression and asked seriously, "Are we going to be livestreaming together again?"

Xu Qian shook her head, her tone resolute. "Livestreaming makes good money, but our content is too risky. We almost crashed and burned last time, and we might not be so lucky next time. If the platform bans our account or someone reports us, we’ll be finished. I’m planning on a different approach."

Yang Xun pressed, "What kind of approach?"

Xu Qian turned back to him, her peach blossom eyes locking onto his. After a two-second silence, she said, enunciating each word carefully:

"You’re so skilled. Why don’t you... become a gigolo? You’d definitely be a hit!"

"..."

The study fell so silent you could hear a pin drop.

Yang Xun froze on the spot, as if he’d been hit with a Body Fixing Technique.

His eyes widened in utter disbelief as he stared at Xu Qian. His mouth opened and closed, then opened and closed again, but no words came out.

’A gigolo?!’

’This is beyond absurd!!’

But judging by Xu Qian’s dead-serious expression—her brows knitted and her gaze firm—she wasn’t joking in the slightest.

"Are... are you serious?"

Yang Xun swallowed hard, his voice suddenly dry.

"Of course I’m serious!"

Xu Qian nodded emphatically. She walked over to Yang Xun and began ticking off points on her fingers. "First off, those rich women absolutely adore you. They all saw your performance on the stream, and several of them have already messaged me privately, asking if they could pay to have you for a night. They’re incredibly generous—they’d spend a fortune to satisfy their desires!"

Her eyes gleamed with excitement as she continued, "What’s more, I plan on marketing you as the main attraction. I’ll set you up at my friend’s bathhouse. Once word gets out, those rich women will flock there just to see you. They’ll become regulars! You’ll not only make your own money, but you’ll also boost my friend’s business. It’s a win-win!"

’Holy shit!!’

Yang Xun was completely stunned, his face a mask of pure shock.

He never would have imagined that Xu Qian’s mind could conjure up such a business model—packaging him as the main attraction to leverage the spending power of wealthy women and drive business for a bathhouse. The plan... was actually pretty damn solid!

He had to admit, his sister-in-law’s business acumen was the real deal.

"But..."

Yang Xun frowned, voicing his doubt. "You know what the owner is like. Her bathhouse has always been a completely legitimate, above-board establishment. Would she really agree to add this kind of... suggestive service?"

"Don’t worry, leave it to me! I’ll go talk to her about it!"

Xu Qian puffed out her chest confidently, then her expression turned serious. She lowered her voice to a whisper. "But you have to keep this a secret. You absolutely cannot let Xu Yue find out. And when the time comes, you have to wear a mask. Don’t let my friend see your face, just like how you kept your identity hidden from me before!"

Yang Xun considered this for a moment, then slowly nodded. "Alright, I understand."

"Okay, I’m leaving!"

Now that their business was concluded, Xu Qian straightened her disheveled robe, gathered her long, loose hair, and turned to leave the study.

But she had only taken a single step before a powerful hand seized her wrist.

"Where do you think you’re going?"

Yang Xun asked quietly, his brow furrowed as he stared at her back.

Xu Qian looked back at him. "To sleep, of course! I’m exhausted!"

"Heh heh..."

A slow, wicked grin spread across Yang Xun’s face. "Before you go to sleep..." he purred, "how about you let me sleep with you first?"

"What did you say—MMPH!"

Xu Qian had just turned her head, but before she could finish speaking, Yang Xun yanked her off her feet. She lost her balance and tumbled backward.

A second later, her back slammed into the large leather chair. Yang Xun’s body came down on her like a mountain, his hands planting on the armrests, trapping her completely.

Their faces were inches apart, noses nearly touching. They could feel each other’s rapid, scorching breath against their skin.

"Yang Xun! Let me go! My sister is in the next room!"

Xu Qian pushed against his chest, her peach blossom eyes wide as she hissed through clenched teeth.

But Yang Xun didn’t budge. He looked down at the beautiful, flushed face—a mixture of shame and fury—and his wicked grin only widened.

"Didn’t you bite me earlier? I haven’t settled that score with you yet!"

With that, he lowered his head, his lips pressing directly against the pale skin of her neck...