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Xian Ying had come full of confidence but left in disappointment; she hadn't expected Gao Yuan to refuse so bluntly.

What frustrated her even more was that her body held absolutely no attraction for this man.

With a sigh, she boarded the sea vessel to return to Guangzhou.

Gao Yuan had righteously kicked Xian Ying out, but the women didn't believe him!

That period of time spent alone together had become like yellow mud dropped into one's pants—even if it wasn't shit, everyone assumed it was.

Mu Qing, who had been smiling all along the way, immediately grabbed the other three women as soon as they entered the gates of the Grand Princess Residence and began her tearful complaint.

"Sisters, you have no idea. His eyes went straight as soon as he saw that vixen."

"That vixen is clearly no good person; she reeks of fox scent from head to toe."

"He stayed alone in a room with that vixen for over an hour. They must have been doing something bad."

"Waaaah, I was all alone and weak; I had to endure humiliation and heavy burdens all the way back. Waaaah!"

Gao Yuan discovered for the first time that this Little Chili Pepper actually had the potential to be an award-winning actress.

Seeing the unfriendly glints in the eyes of the other three women, a strong survival instinct prompted Gao Yuan to quickly enter his role.

With eloquence, he quickly recounted the events of that day and his conversation with Xian Ying.

"Really, I truly was just discussing matters with her, and in the end, I kicked her out;"

"With these powerful aristocratic families that are too big to fail, cooperating might seem great now, but they'll eventually become a hidden danger."

Gao Yuan's words sent the three women into deep thought. Having finished her performance, Mu Qing stuck out her tender little pink tongue and hid behind her sisters.

After a moment, Zhao Xiyao finally spoke.

"Husband, are you worried that the Xian Family will become like the Feng Family in the future?"

"It's not a worry, it's a certainty. Guangzhou is very important to my future plans; it must be held firmly in my own hands."

The women didn't continue to dwell on the 'vixen', nor did they pry into what Gao Yuan's plans were.

They began to serve their man, ensuring he was well-fed and hydrated before helping him bathe and change.

After being parched for so many days, even the best land would go to waste. Especially with top-tier fertile soil like Zhao Xiyao, it needed frequent and careful plowing.

To know how terrifying a woman who has tasted marrow can be, one only needed to look at Gao Yuan's waist the next day—he couldn't straighten it for the entire day.

"These women really don't understand sustainable development at all; they're practically draining the pond to catch the fish."

Since it was getting late, Gao Yuan skipped his morning workout today. After eating, he took Xia Luqi out for a stroll.

As they walked, the two of them arrived at a familiar place—the Yang Family Firm.

Seeing the endless stream of people entering and leaving, Gao Yuan couldn't help but marvel.

"I didn't expect that Young Lady of the Yang Family to be a business genius. To make the business so prosperous in such a short time... let's go inside and take a look!"

Gao Yuan strode into the firm and looked at the novel yet familiar items on the counters.

They were novel because they were certainly rare treasures in this era.

They were familiar because, in his original timeline—the modern era—these things had long been commonplace.

For example, the soaps favored by noble ladies, the popular silver mirrors, and the perfumes in glass bottles.

There were also milk candies that children loved, and Labubu plushies held in people's arms.

Gao Yuan toured the Yang Family Firm like a casual observer, but he kept feeling that something was strange.

Wait... Labubu!

Gao Yuan walked quickly to the counter selling plush toys and was instantly struck as if by a heavy blow.

Labubu, Hello Kitty, Pikachu... he wasn't mistaken, he really wasn't mistaken.

He grabbed the shop manager who had approached with a bright smile and pointed at the toys.

"Where... where did these come from? Speak!"

Seeing Gao Yuan's expression as if he wanted to devour someone, the manager's legs turned to jelly from fear, and his mind went blank.

"It's over, it's over. The toys the Head of the Family made must have offended the Commandery Duke's taboos;"

"The Yang Family is going to be executed and their property seized. I'm just a manager, surely I won't be implicated?"

In just a moment, countless tragic images flashed through the manager's mind.

After a long while, with the mindset of 'better you than me', he confessed with a trembling voice.

"They... they were all sketches drawn by the Head of the Family personally... we only..."

Gao Yuan didn't bother listening to him further. He grabbed a Labubu, strode out the door, and headed straight for the Yang Family residence.

At this moment, Gao Yuan didn't care about his image or poise; he only wanted to see Yang Xin as quickly as possible—this person who might have come from the same place as him.

The Yang Family servants saw Gao Yuan rushing in like a whirlwind; they wanted to stop him but didn't dare, standing there looking at each other in confusion.

At this time, Yang Xin was unceremoniously leaning back in a lounge chair, legs crossed, eating dried fruit while playing with a phone—yes, a phone, a smartphone.

Seeing Gao Yuan barge in, Yang Xin fell off the lounge chair in a panic, and her phone went "clatter" as it flew out of her hand.

Gao Yuan, who had been impatient all the way here, suddenly calmed down. He picked up the phone from the ground and toyed with it with great interest.

"Fruit 17 Pro Max. I didn't expect you to be a little wealthy woman."

Hearing Gao Yuan's words, Yang Xin, who had scrambled up from the ground, widened her eyes in total disbelief.

"You... you... you..."

Gao Yuan walked over and sat down on the lounge chair, picking up a piece of dried fruit and popping it into his mouth.

"What 'you'? Come over and let's chat. Bang Jie, watch the courtyard; no one is allowed to enter or leave."

Yang Xin cautiously sat down on a nearby stool before finally speaking.

"You're a transmigrator too?"

Gao Yuan glanced at Yang Xin as if she were an idiot and shook the phone in his hand.

"Nonsense. Who but a transmigrator would recognize this thing?"

"Ah!"

Yang Xin let out a squeal of excitement and lunged directly at Gao Yuan.

"This is great! This is great! I thought I was the only one. So there's a fellow countryman after all!"

"Yeah, I'm surprised too. I didn't expect you to exist. By the way, you have a phone—does that mean you transmigrated in your own body? Then what about the original Yang Xin?"

At the mention of this, Yang Xin suddenly became like a deflated balloon, pouting.

"Actually, I don't know if I'm a body-transmigrator or a soul-transmigrator. I was hiking in Qian Province, and who knows how, I accidentally fell off a mountain;"

"Then somehow I landed in that courtyard and happened to hit this body. My soul somehow ended up inside it. What about you?"

Gao Yuan found it hard to define whether that counted as body or soul transmigration. He shook his head.

"I was born into this world, and I'm the kind who came with a script."

"A script? You're not one of those cannon fodder villains from a book, are you?"

Gao Yuan nodded. At this, Yang Xin became even more excited, peppering him with questions. Gao Yuan told her basically everything he could, except for his 'Golden Finger'.

Through their conversation, Gao Yuan also learned Yang Xin's true identity. Her name before transmigrating was Chu Xi; she was an executive at a foreign company and a veteran outdoor enthusiast—much more impressive than a low-end corporate drone and shut-in like Gao Yuan.

After exchanging information, Gao Yuan finally asked,

"What do you plan to do next? Just plan to sit around and wait to die like this every day?"

"I'm currently wealthy beyond measure, I have a big house to live in, and a phone to play with. Isn't just living a comfortable life great?"

Gao Yuan was momentarily speechless. His mind raced, and he quickly came up with a reason.

"There's no internet here. How long can that little bit of content on your phone last? And don't forget, phone batteries degrade over time."

Yang Xin—no, Chu Xi—only then thought of this problem and fell into deep thought.