Gorgeous Female Tenants

Just as they were starting to eat hot pot, someone arrived. He was dressed in a suit and tie, with a pale complexion, hair styled in the latest trend favored by male stars this year, looking somewhat handsome.

"Hi, beautiful! I’m Chen Mingyang. My parents hoped I would become famous worldwide, and I’ve accomplished that. Can I get to know you? Let’s be friends; here’s my card!" His target was Gu Xinyan, although her sister was equally attractive, but their temperaments were different.

Gu Xiangyi was too aloof, giving off the vibe of a distant, unreachable iceberg. In contrast, Gu Xinyan exuded an air of innocence and tranquility, like a fairy untouched by earthly concerns, easily attracting some people’s attention.

Without considering Xu Xiangbei’s group, Chen Mingyang boldly introduced himself, aiming to launch a full assault. He was confident in his appearance.

Xu Xiangbei grabbed the card he handed over, glanced at it, and was taken aback.

It read: Chen Mingyang, Ph.D. from Cambridge, specializing in physics, currently the director of Huaxia’s Third Institute, followed by a long list of physics awards won nationally and internationally, covering everything he could, just short of claiming a Nobel Prize.

Xu Xiangbei almost burst out laughing. This guy was only about twenty-five or twenty-six years old and already a Ph.D.—an unimaginable genius. As for the awards, while Xu Xiangbei couldn’t vouch for all, he reckoned at least half were fake. The so-called director of Huaxia’s Third Institute was probably a janitorial staff in disguise.

Most alarming was Chen Mingyang stating it all with unwavering confidence, almost convincing Xu Xiangbei himself—truly the pinnacle of deception: deceiving oneself first, then others.

"Dr. Chen, you should slowly research your physics. This year’s Nobel Prize is surely yours. Keep striving. My wife and I are ordinary people, so spare us those glorious tales or profound physics knowledge—we wouldn’t understand, nor share common interests. Please leave!"

Xu Xiangbei felt he’d encountered an extraordinary fool; he used to think he was vain, but Chen Mingyang showed him there’s always someone greater around.

Seeing Gu Xinyan remain silent while Xu Xiangwei claimed to be her husband, and with her not protesting, Chen Mingyang’s face dimmed but pursued relentlessly with an air of determination.

"Besides physics, I excel in social aspects like friendship. Though I may not be an all-around genius, I’m close. I know astronomy, geography—events in physics and daily life—all of them. I have diverse interests!"

Listening to his endless chatter, Xu Xiangbei interjected bluntly: "Your interests are wide-ranging—so what to me!"

This fool’s face flushed, stammered, unable to counter, managed to persist shamelessly: "As the saying goes, more friends, more paths. I just want to be friends with... your wife. Such relationships are beneficial! Surely, we’ll share common interests."

"Birds of a feather flock together, and we’re lowly compared to esteemed doctors like yourself. Neither my wife nor I attended college, so Mr. Chen, please go. We can’t be friends!" Xu Xiangbei wished he could slap him.

"From a biological point of view, millions of years ago we had common ancestors; we’re kin now—isn’t it good to know each other?" Chen Mingyang showcased his scholarly knowledge, bringing in biology.

"Hundreds of millions of years ago, you and dogs shared ancestors too—go make friends with them!" Xu Xiangbei dismissed him, causing him to retreat miserably.

In the end, he left, cursing: "Such a disgrace, a disgrace!" Pretending to be embarrassed to be associated, keeping his eyes fixed on Gu Xinyan.

The next visitor was even stranger: dressed in a black suit, wearing a large gold necklace, heavy enough to almost wrench his neck down.

His hands were adorned with golden rings and each wrist sported a jade bracelet. With a bulky figure and two underlings, he seemed to scream wealth, a classic nouveau riche.

This time, he targeted Gu Xiangyi, drawn by her aloof, executive aura with a desire to conquer.

"Hello, beautiful. Mind if I sit down for a drink with you?" His wolfish gaze suggesting he wanted to devour Gu Xiangyi right away.

"I mind," Gu Xiangyi replied coldly, unlike her sister Gu Xinyan, accustomed to dealing with such pests. As the president of Xiangyi Group, she faced various social situations, protecting herself adeptly with an ’indestructible egg’ skill, impervious to pests.

"Bold personality—I like you!" The nouveau riche expected this scenario and immediately praised.

"But I don’t like you!" Gu Xiangyi always played by her own rules.

"It’s just about making friends!" The man sheepishly smiled.

"I rarely make friends!" Gu Xiangyi expressed her disdain clearly.

"Everything has exceptions—I’m that exception!" The man persisted, undeterred.

"Summer insects can’t speak of ice—don’t you understand? Or are you just a fly?" Gu Xiangyi seemed surprised by his persistence; most men would walk away after a loss.

"You..." The nouveau riche, heated by her words, managed to keep his temper in check.

Finally resorting to threats: "You don’t know how much I like making friends. But my temper is nasty; if provoked, I don’t know what might happen. Meeting you today was joyful, wanting friendship, but your words soured my mood. Future happenings could be dreadful—think of how to make amends!"

With a glance, he signaled his two underlings, who pretended to rush forward but were held back by him.

"If I’m unhappy, my brothers vent for me. Come, be friends and it’ll all be fine." The nouveau riche spoke while feigning to restrain his underlings.

"Xu Xiangbei, it’s your turn. Just don’t cripple them." Gu Xiangyi encountered such unreasonable individuals for the first time, purely hooligans.

Naturally, as a top executive, she usually dealt with upper-class society—even disputes were civil. She wagered that before wealth, the nouveau riche was a thug.

"Alright!" Xu Xiangbei cracked his knuckles loudly.

Without further ado, he knocked the three down swiftly, reducing them to tears, begging for mercy.

After pleads and paying for Xu Xiangbei’s meal, they fled miserable.

The third arrival was even more determined; despite witnessing closed doors for the previous two, persisted relentlessly.

He aimed for Xiao Ailing, a rich second generation sporting a Shamate hairstyle, clearly still a student, probably in senior high or college.

Upon entering, he flirted with Xiao Ailing, making her blush, unable to respond, gazing at Xu Xiangbei for help.

Xu Xiangbei glanced over, squeezing his fist, making the lad comply immediately, recalling the beaten nouveau riche, threw a card, and fled swiftly.

Xu Dongbei picked up the card, shocked—it was even more boastful, claiming a top executive’s son, a typical rich second generation, listing family assets meticulously, including luxury cars, mansions—really a boastful card.

"Xiao Ai, want this card? A wealthy heir worth billions!" Xu Xiangbei spoke sarcastically, feigning envy, aiming at marrying Xiao Ailing.

"A golden groom!" Gu Xiangyi teased from the side.

"You’re all mocking me—I’m ignoring you!" Xiao Ailing huffed, blushing, and tore up the card in a flash.

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