Chapter 296: Capital — Innocent Yet Sexy
Little Eight burst out laughing. “Hahaha—this is killing me. Look at how hopeless you are, ahahahaha…”
Nan Xun calmly wiped the nosebleed away with a tissue. “Believe it or not, the nosebleed wasn’t my reaction—it was this body’s.”
Little Eight: “Aiya, I get it, no need to explain. That video of the hottie stepping out of the bath just now— even I, a male, got my blood boiling. Let alone you.”
Nan Xun: …
“Can you use your brain for once?” Nan Xun said. “I’ve been through so many worlds—when has any villain boss not been a top-tier pretty boy? Take Gong Moran from the last world—his looks were straight-up heaven-defying, okay?”
Little Eight’s laughter abruptly stopped. Come to think of it… that really was true. Nan Xun, just like Little Eight, was a die-hard looks enthusiast, but she never turned into a fangirl. At most, when facing handsome men, her courage would swell uncontrollably—and then she’d subconsciously start courting death in various ways.
Nan Xun opened a few more videos and watched them. Afterward, she clicked her tongue. “These are obviously edited by Shan Shui herself. Based on my years of experience, this male god is definitely the wicked-charming type. Every smile and glance is seductive as hell—like a little妖精—no wonder he turned that little girl Shan Shui into a mini pervert.”
She leisurely poured herself a cup of hot water and took an elegant sip, somehow managing to drink it like premium tea.
Little Eight silently watched her put on airs.
“But,” Nan Xun continued, “I’m not here to chase stars this time. Little Eight, tell me—who’s the big boss of this world? I want to get close to him ASAP.”
Little Eight cleared its throat. “Dear~ far away yet right before your eyes.”
Nan Xun froze, her gaze falling on a high-definition photo she had just opened.
The man was dressed in a white suit, seated before a white grand piano. His long fingers rested lightly on the black-and-white keys, eyes lowered, gentle and restrained. Golden sunlight poured in through the floor-to-ceiling window, bathing him and outlining his flawless profile—so beautiful it was impossible to look away.
He was a prince straight out of a fairy tale: noble and reserved, yet tender as water.
But when Nan Xun switched to another photo, he transformed into a wickedly alluring, hormone-radiating mature man—seductive in every detail, tempting people into sin.
Nan Xun found it hard to believe. “Little Eight, are you saying… the villain boss of this world is this guy?”
“Bingo!” Little Eight snickered. “The male god who turned Shan Shui into a mini pervert—the youngest Best Actor ever, the number-one dream lover of women nationwide—Ou Qian!”
After hearing the confirmed answer, Nan Xun’s gaze toward the handsome man in the photo subtly changed.
She asked, “Then why is his malice value at 100? Calling him a little妖精 would fit better. He doesn’t look like a villain boss at all.”
Little Eight burst out laughing. “Don’t be fooled. That gentle, easygoing act of his is all fake—all fake. This guy’s ruthless. He’s the legitimate son of the Ou family, the richest in the country. His mom later went insane and died. Right after her death, his dad brought the mistress home and married her. The mistress came with a pair of kids—hehe—and her son is a whole month older than the big boss. Tsk~”
Nan Xun frowned slightly. “Then why did the big boss enter the entertainment industry? Isn’t that just handing things over to the mistress and her kids? They’re by his father’s side all the time—it’s much easier for them to win favor. And someone like Old Man Ou probably wouldn’t like his son going into showbiz.”
Little Eight said, “You think the big boss cares about his dad’s little bit of inheritance? In the original world, his goal was to destroy the entire Ou family—take down the mistress and her son too. He almost succeeded, but in the end, the mistress’s daughter ruined it.”
Nan Xun caught onto something immediately. “How could a woman ruin his plan?”
Little Eight went, “Ah—almost forgot to tell you. The mistress’s daughter, Ou Xingduo, is this world’s chosen one. And the big boss has feelings for her that go beyond sibling affection.”
Nan Xun’s expression changed sharply. She shot to her feet. “What did you say? You’re saying the big boss likes his sister?!”
Little Eight hurriedly said, “Hey, hey, calm down. Not a real sister. The mistress’s son is related to him by blood, but the daughter isn’t. Ou Xingduo was adopted. And don’t worry—right now the big boss still hates the mistress and her kids. Liking Ou Xingduo is something that hasn’t happened yet.”
Nan Xun pressed her lips together tightly. Even if it hadn’t happened yet, she felt extremely displeased.
“You don’t understand,” she said coolly. “Living under the same roof gives a huge advantage. Feelings grow over time.”
Little Eight immediately replied, “The big boss is super busy—he only goes home on weekends, sometimes only once a month. But you’re right about proximity. So, hehe… how about you enter the entertainment industry too? Your acting skills are insane—you could easily win Best Actress. If you end up acting opposite the big boss, heehee… wouldn’t that make things very… convenient?”
Little Eight laughed lewdly.
Nan Xun didn’t say anything. Her gaze grew dark and heavy, betraying no clue what she was thinking.
After quickly browsing through all the videos and photos on the computer, Nan Xun went to the bathroom to remove her makeup, revealing Shan Shui’s original face.
Shan Shui didn’t have that assembly-line, plastic influencer look. Her cheeks still carried a hint of baby fat. Her eyes weren’t exaggeratedly large, but her pupils were dark, bright, and lively. Her nose bridge was straight, and her lips naturally pouty—cute up close, sexy from afar.
These features combined into an unexpectedly perfect whole: pure yet sexy. If she entered the acting world, her range would be extremely broad.
Little Eight said smugly, “Well? Not bad, right? The body I found you is pretty damn good—super pretty, and the kind that gets better the more you look.”
Nan Xun nodded slightly and couldn’t wait to head to the hair salon. Wearing a mask drew quite a bit of attention.
She dyed her blonde hair back to natural black. The stylist fondled her long hair reluctantly, trying to persuade her to get a hairstyle. Nan Xun refused. “I like natural long hair.”
The stylist pouted inwardly: What are you pretending for? If you really loved natural beauty so much, why the hell did you dye it that eye-searing blonde before?
Nan Xun wasn’t pretending—she had just awkwardly realized that Shan Shui was broke.
The girl was a classic spend-it-all type. Though she had some fame in the influencer圈 and could earn a bit each month, half of it was sent home. The rest went to luxury goods or products endorsed by her male god—like that toothpaste she bought a hundred boxes of, or that yogurt she bought two whole cartons of, drinking three bottles a day.
She was a fossil-level brainless fan.
No—Shan Shui wasn’t just a brainless fan anymore. She was a rabid fan. If Ou Qian were standing in front of her right now, she would absolutely pounce on him and never let go—even if it killed her.
