374: Fan meeting

"Aaaah... This is outrageous!"

"A Fan Meeting?"

"She actually dares to hold a Fan Meeting behind my back."

Her manicured nails clacked against the screen. "I haven't even held one myself, yet she, a mere guest, is stealing all the spotlight."

Ling Qi adjusted her gold-rimmed glasses, a cold light flashing off the lenses. "A Ning, mind your dignity. This year, Olexia's popularity on the Underworld APP is in the top five by a landslide; it's only reasonable for her to hold a meeting."

"Reasonable? How?"

Shang Wan Ning turned her head, her phoenix eyes burning with a nether fire. "I am the legitimate ruler of the Netherworld. If anyone should hold one, it should be me first."

"Do those subordinates in the audience shouting 'Goddess' still have any respect for me, Her Majesty the Empress?"

As she spoke, she actually curled up on her knees, her body twisting into a bizarre angle as she let out a muffled whimper. "I'm so jealous..."

"I'm going bald from reviewing memorials, while she's out there basking in infinite glory."

"Aaaah... Why her?!"

Shang Wan Ning bounced up from her knees only to thud back down, hugging Ling Qi's calves and rubbing against them frantically.

"That trashy woman just wears a gilded dress and wiggles her waist, and so many ghosts scream for her. I've worn out three ink sticks and lost half a head of hair from staying up late, yet I don't even hear a single 'Your Majesty has worked hard'."

She grabbed a handful of her own hair and poked her thigh to vent her frustration. "And that little brat Chen Yu, he definitely ran off to the scene too."

"Usually, he calls me 'Your Majesty' with no energy at all, but I bet he's shouting 'Goddess Olexia' louder than anyone else."

She slumped back onto Ling Qi's legs like a boneless pile of mud, her tone sour enough to pickle cabbage. "Isn't that trashy woman just good at wiggling her waist and tossing her hair?"

"I can do that too! I'm a hundred times cooler when I swing my sleeves in my phoenix robe. Why doesn't anyone call me 'Goddess'..."

Ling Qi silently turned her face away, her shoulders trembling slightly.

I'm used to it, I'm used to it.

Her Majesty's daily pickling time~

[Still, it's itchy there, I want to scratch it~]

Shang Wan Ning froze mid-whine.

No, Sabrina is still watching like a hawk, and the situation on the Ativi Continent is still undecided. How could she be here bickering over who holds a Fan Meeting first?

She straightened her back with a whoosh and brushed off non-existent dust. "Cough, official business has been heavy lately, making me feel unsettled." It definitely wasn't because she was envious of the screams and applause.

Ling Qi gave her a "whatever Your Majesty says is right" look.

Shang Wan Ning forced herself to sit back calmly on the edge of the couch, but her eyes remained glued to the light screen. "Cough, cough, Xiao Si, switch to the live broadcast."

"You got it!"

The image on the light screen changed abruptly, and a deafening wave of sound exploded.

The Underworld Market square was lit bright as day by Nether Crystals. Below the stage, Underworld Messengers and Wandering Souls waved glow sticks, their green, white, and red lights churning the night into a grotesque spectacle.

"Lady Olexia, 'step' on me over here!"

"This outfit is incredible; that backless design is god-tier."

"Aaaah! Big sis's waist isn't a waist; it's a life-taking scimitar!"

"Big sis, aaaah, please step on me..."

Several office ladies who usually went bare-faced were now swaying to the rhythm, wearing suggestive leg chains.

"Who understands this, besties? With these looks and this vibe, This Old Lady is just drooling."

"I could lick big sis's waist for a year. Help, my soul is about to dissipate..."

Olexia was clearly enjoying this.

She walked to the edge of the stage, bending down to interact with the fans in the front row. Her fingertips lightly touched the ghost hands reaching out, instantly triggering a tidal wave of screams.

"Thank you all for coming to see me." Olexia picked up an Amplifying Conch. Her lazy, sexy voice echoed through the venue, carrying a natural, flirtatious desire.

"I'm really happy to see so many friends who like me~"

"Mommy will always love you!"

"Goddess is the GOAT!"

Olexia curled her lips. "Hey, to thank everyone, I'll dance for you! Hmm~ it's improvised."

As soon as she finished speaking, the background music suddenly switched from a soothing melody to high-tempo jazz.

Olexia casually tossed the conch behind her.

Her body began to move with the drumbeats.

A hip thrust followed by a sharp hair toss; her long hair traced a graceful arc.

Her gaze was sometimes blurred and seductive, sometimes filled with a domineering air that looked down on the entire crowd.

"Awooo—!!!"

In an instant, the crowd went wild.

The screams of the female ghosts almost blew the roof off the ghost market.

"So cool, big sis is so 'A'!"

"I'm gay now. I declare that from now on, I only love Her Eminence Olexia."

"That waist, those legs, that gaze... Help, she's my future wife!"

Inside Jiaotai Palace, Shang Wan Ning stared at the light screen, her mouth slightly agape.

Ling Qi had also sat up straight at some point, her fox-like eyes behind the gold-rimmed glasses unblinking.

"Tsk," Shang Wan Ning rubbed her chin, her tone complex. "I didn't expect Olexia to have this side to her... She really doesn't dance half bad." Acknowledging an opponent's excellence was a basic quality of an Empress.

Ling Qi evaluated objectively, "It's very infectious."

"Her Eminence applied her Authority of Desire to the dance, amplifying the audience's emotions... The effect is outstanding."

"Yes, a great design."

On the light screen, the song ended.

Olexia finished with a cool pose, panting slightly as she blew a wink to the crowd, triggering a new round of madness.

Shang Wan Ning looked at her subordinates who were about to faint from excitement, her eyes darting around as a thought suddenly occurred to her.

"AQi, what do you think..." Her Majesty the Empress's tone carried a hint of calculation. "For the year-end bonuses, how about we don't give out incense offerings?"

Ling Qi's heart skipped a beat, a sense of foreboding washing over her.

"What does Your Majesty mean?"

"How about we change them to Olexia handshake vouchers?" The more Shang Wan Ning thought about it, the more feasible it seemed, as she counted on her fingers.

"You see, it satisfies the employees' spiritual needs while saving a huge amount on incense offering expenses."

"It's a win-win!"

Ling Qi: "!!!"

The Secretary-General took a deep breath, feeling that her career was facing an unprecedented challenge.

If she let Her Majesty continue, wouldn't even their basic salaries be changed to Lia's autographed photos?

As fellow workers, she felt a sense of shared sorrow.

She couldn't let Her Majesty run wild down this stingy path anymore.

Ling Qi stood up abruptly. Under Shang Wan Ning's slightly stunned gaze, she leaned over, lowered her head, and accurately captured those lips that were still calculating how to save money.

"Mmph...?"

This kiss carried a hint of punishment.

It was somewhat forceful, even bordering on fierce.

Rather than a kiss, it was more like a vent of frustration from a fellow working fox.

Shang Wan Ning was caught off guard by the kiss, and her subsequent idea about "whether hug vouchers could be discounted" was completely aborted.

She blinked, enjoying the warmth from her lips and the Secretary-General's rare display of "anger."

She suddenly felt... like, this wasn't bad either?

Saving on incense offerings and such... she'd think about it tomorrow.

She reached out, wrapping her arms around Ling Qi's waist, gradually deepening this resentful kiss... Inside Jiaotai Palace, only the faint noise from the light screen remained, along with the sweet atmosphere.

As for what the year-end bonus would actually be?

The Secretary-General decided that this question must be nipped in the bud.