Tycoon War God

”Do I really have to wear this?” Lin Mu called out helplessly from the changing room.

”Of course!” Qin Luoli replied. She fastened the buttons on her dress, sizing up her figure in the mirror.

The red qipao, with its cyan slanted collar, paired with her perfect figure to create a charming picture, reminiscent of the blue-and-white porcelain that was a part of the nation’s cultural essence. A slit ran from her thigh down to her knee, revealing an enchanting glimpse of skin that drew the eye whenever she moved.

Qin Luoli’s figure was simply sublime. After taking the Ever Youth Pill, not only was her skin fairer and smoother, but her entire aura had been elevated. Her tall, slender frame in the meticulously selected qipao was a perfect interpretation of a beauty that could topple nations.

She made a few simple poses in front of the mirror, causing the two store managers standing nearby to lower their heads, feeling too inadequate to even look.

This woman is too perfect! In front of her, no man could maintain his composure, and no woman could possibly compare.

Their own looks were above average, but in Qin Luoli’s presence, they hadn’t the slightest courage to draw a comparison.

Qin Luoli nodded, satisfied.

”Aren’t you done yet?” Seeing that Lin Mu still hadn’t emerged from the fitting room, she couldn’t help but hurry him along, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. She was utterly captivating.

”Ah!”

A scream rang out, followed by the sounds of cursing and arguing.

Qin Luoli turned her head to see a couple who had just entered the store to browse. The man had apparently caught sight of her and walked straight into a pillar. He was now squatting on the ground, clutching his bleeding nose and groaning softly. His girlfriend was furious that her man had injured himself over another woman. It was just humiliating!

And so, an incredibly melodramatic scene unfolded.

”Chen, what is wrong with you? You see another woman and you can’t even walk straight?” the woman demanded, twisting the man’s ear as she spoke with a mix of anger and hurt. ”Are you just tired of me because I’m not as pretty as her? Do you want to kick me to the curb?”

”Baby, let me explain, I...” The man looked up, trying to explain, but his eyes subconsciously drifted toward Qin Luoli again.

The sight caused blood to gush from his nostrils.

”Jerk!” The woman forcefully threw her purse at him and stormed toward the exit. ”Chen Qingge, we’re through!” she yelled, wiping away tears as she ran out. As she passed Qin Luoli, she shot her a venomous glare and hissed, ”Fox spirit!” before disappearing.

”Miss, are you alright?” Just as Qin Luoli was shaking her head in bemusement, the man stood up from the floor. He walked over to her, flashing what he believed to be a suave, gentlemanly smile, and extended his hand. ”Hello, I’m Chen Qingge. You can call me by my English name—”

BANG!

Suddenly, the fitting room door was pushed open from the inside. Caught off guard, Chen Qingge took the door right in the face.

”Ah!” He squatted on the ground once again, tears and snot mixed with blood streaming down his face.

”What’s this...” Lin Mu said, looking down at the baffled man on the floor.

Qin Luoli spread her hands innocently. ”I have no idea.”

”Oh. Well, let’s go then,” Lin Mu said, preparing to leave.

”Hey, you! Stop right there!” Chen Qingge roared when he saw Lin Mu about to walk away. ”You hit me and you think you can just run off? Not a chance!”

Lin Mu was even more confused. He pointed at himself and looked at Qin Luoli. ”I hit him?”

Qin Luoli nodded sweetly. ”Strictly speaking, you did.”

A little embarrassed, Lin Mu moved to help Chen Qingge up. ”My apologies, are you hurt? Do you need me to take you to a hospital?”

”Get away from me!” Chen Qingge slapped his hand away. ”You dare hit me, kid? This isn’t over!” As he spoke, however, his eyes remained fixed on Qin Luoli.

This woman is simply perfect. He had seen countless beauties during his years abroad and had even been with his fair share of attractive women back home, like the one who had just stormed out. But none of them compared to Qin Luoli. She was a perfect ten in looks, temperament, and allure. Only a man like me is worthy of such a perfect woman.

As for Lin Mu...

He glanced at Lin Mu and curled his lip in disdain. The man was wearing a green, Chinese-style jacket with a parallel collar. The craftsmanship was fine, and on an older man—like his own grandfather, perhaps—it would have looked perfect. But on Lin Mu, it was like putting an imperial robe on a stray dog—unbelievably tacky! Clothes make the man, after all! How capable can a guy be if he doesn’t even know how to dress? He’s probably just some pretty boy living off a woman.

Chen Qingge sneered. ”Kid, you injured me. I’ll be having my lawyer contact you about this.”

Having spent over a decade abroad, Chen Qingge knew the local playbook well. People like this were the easiest to intimidate. Besides, with his family’s status and position in River City, no one would dare to cross him.

”Oh?” Lin Mu glanced at him indifferently. ”In that case, feel free to have your lawyer talk to me.” He took Qin Luoli’s hand, ready to leave. ”Let’s go.”

”Oh, right...” Qin Luoli suddenly stopped and turned to the two managers. ”Put all of this gentleman’s purchases from today on my tab.”

”Yes, Chairman!” the two managers replied, bowing respectfully. They treated her words as if they were an imperial edict.

Qin Luoli nodded in satisfaction and left, arm in arm with Lin Mu.

It took a moment for her words to sink in for Chen Qingge, but when they did, his face turned beet red. Did Qin Luoli intend to pay for his things as an apology? He, the young master of a prestigious family, a business elite returned from overseas, was being humiliated like this by a woman on his very first day back! Couldn’t she see that he wasn’t short on money?

***

Meanwhile, Lin Mu and Qin Luoli paid Chen Qingge no mind. In fact, Qin Luoli had already forgotten the entire incident.

She scrutinized Lin Mu as they walked, growing more satisfied the more she looked. She couldn’t help but admire her own excellent taste.

The green, Chinese-style jacket was a creation of Li Ziran, a rising star of Huaxia. That young woman, only in her early twenties, had worked her way up from singing in a bar to becoming a prodigy leading Huaxia’s culture. It had taken her nearly three years to craft this single piece of clothing. From the design to the dyeing and the cutting, she had done it all with her own two hands. Every stitch and thread was a product of her painstaking effort.

She had once said, half-joking and half-serious, ”If a man can wear this garment and truly bring out its soul, I, Li Ziran, will make his clothes for life.”

The thought made Qin Luoli snicker to herself. She wondered what kind of expression Li Ziran would have if that young woman saw not only that a man was wearing her creation, but that he was embodying its spirit so vividly.

”So handsome,” Qin Luoli murmured, straightening a button on Lin Mu’s jacket before she couldn’t resist caressing his cheek. It was unclear if she was talking about the clothes or the man wearing them.

Lin Mu, however, remarked, ”Overall, it’s quite nice, but it’s missing a little something.”

”What?” Qin Luoli was surprised. This was Li Ziran’s masterpiece, a work she had poured her heart and soul into. If not for their close relationship, Li Ziran would likely have locked it away, never to be seen by the public.

Without another word, Lin Mu gently brushed his palm over the jacket.

A dragon’s chant sounded as a draconic shadow emerged and seeped into the clothes, forming a pattern that resembled a dragon.

With this new embellishment, Lin Mu’s entire temperament transformed. He now appeared composed yet unyielding, his understated presence hinting at an undeniable nobility.

Lin Mu nodded in satisfaction. ”Now this is more befitting of my status as the Divine Doctor.”

Qin Luoli’s beautiful eyes widened in shock, her face a mask of pure disbelief.