Social Animals? My Brother is a Female Empress in the Underworld and Earns 10 Billion a Month!

368: The Secretary-General’s jealousy was insane.Who told her to sneak a snack and then dare to be stubborn about it.

And that Shuttle Boat... since it likes crashing into walls so much, send it to Ghost Gate Pass to serve as a free test stone for the Underworld’s city walls!

Shang Wan Ning curved her eyebrows, carrying a hint of awkward smugness; even the agarwood incense seemed to be tainted with a different scent of lily and gloriosa.

The happiness didn’t last three seconds.

Outside the palace doors, the sound of Ling Qi’s footsteps ”tap, tap, tap” walked in, as precise as if she were timing her arrival to catch an affair.

Ling Qi walked in carrying several stacks of new Soul Contracts, her uniform buttoned up tightly, not even the top button at the collar was undone.

The chain of her gold-rimmed glasses dangled on her neck, and the reflection from the lenses almost blinded Shang Wan Ning.

”Your Majesty, it is 3:45 PM.”

”The break time has long been exceeded.” She slammed the Soul Contracts onto the imperial desk with a ”thud,” repeating her reminder once more: ”These must be finished today; Sister Meng specifically instructed this before she went into seclusion.”

Shang Wan Ning quickly withdrew her hand and stubbornly said: ”Leave them there, We will look at them right away.”

Ling Qi paced, her gaze sweeping over the mountain of jade slips on the imperial desk, then glancing at that mobile phone.

Before the screen went dark, one could vaguely see the lingering images of singing and dancing in the live broadcast room. She rubbed the edge of a jade slip, her tone flat: ”If Your Majesty is tired, why not drink a cup of tea to refresh yourself? Don’t always keep staring at useless things and losing focus.”

Shang Wan Ning leaned back into the phoenix chair, attempting to muddle through with laziness: ”Oh, We know.”

The air was silent for two seconds.

Ling Qi suddenly leaned over, the collar of her uniform wide open, a few strands of hair brushing against the back of Shang Wan Ning’s hand, making the ’God’s’ heart tingle with itchiness.

Her warm breath leaned close to her ear, her voice lowered extremely low, carrying a hint of seductive charm: ”If Your Majesty wants to look at something pleasing to the eye, why stare at the virtual images on the screen?”

”What is the point of those things that only scratch the surface?”

Shang Wan Ning’s earlobes turned hot, and she abruptly turned her head to look at her.

Ling Qi’s lips curled into a smile so shallow it was almost invisible, and the fox eyes behind her gold-rimmed glasses narrowed into crescent moons: ”Tonight, AQi will perform a solo dance for Wanling.”

”It will be a hundred times better than those on the screen, the kind you can touch and feel; does Your Majesty want to watch?”

Shang Wan Ning’s heart skipped a beat, and she blurted out: ”How does the Secretary-General know We...” She stopped as soon as the words left her mouth.

[It’s over, I let it slip!]

”Tsk, Your Majesty is using the account ’lemon moon like wind,’ right?” Ling Qi straightened up, pushed her gold-rimmed glasses, and the lenses reflected a cold light. ”The highest backend authority for all entertainment software in the Research Institute is held by this Subordinate.”

She glanced out the window, just in time to see Chen Yu standing on tiptoes helping a little ghost fix the street lamp, her tone slow and leisurely: ”Just now, two messages popped up in the backend, two top-ranking rich women logged off one after another, and immediately after, Chen Yu rushed into Jiaotai Palace like a madwoman...”

”Your Majesty, do you think my deduction is correct?”

Ling Qi turned her gaze back, looking at Shang Wan Ning’s instantly frozen face, smiling gently, but there was no warmth in her eyes: ”Your Majesty, are you satisfied with this explanation???”

Satisfied my ass!

The hairs on the back of Shang Wan Ning’s neck stood up.

She actually forgot about this.

Everything those guys at the Research Institute came up with was managed by Ling Qi in the backend.

Her little secrets and little aliases were like wearing no clothes in front of this repressed fox, basically streaking down the street.

[You Ling Qi, you actually secretly monitored My account.]

Shang Wan Ning was so angry her liver hurt, but facing Ling Qi’s ”everything is under control” calm demeanor, her anger ”poofed” and extinguished, leaving only the embarrassment of being exposed.

After all, secretly watching live streams and competing with Subordinates for the top ranking was indeed a bit embarrassing to talk about.

Ling Qi stopped talking nonsense and pushed the Soul Contracts toward the Empress again: ”Your Majesty, please handle the official business first.”

Shang Wan Ning held her breath in anger, grabbed the topmost jade slip, scanned it with her divine sense for a long time, but didn’t take in a single word. Her mind was filled with Ling Qi’s words ”perform a solo dance,” and her look of having her completely figured out; the more she thought about it, the more embarrassed she felt, yet there was also an inexplicable little bit of anticipation.

[Hmph! Wait until tonight to see how I deal with you and let you know who the real boss is.]

She ground her back teeth, forcing herself to pull her attention back to the Soul Contracts.

In the palace, only the ”rustling” sound of flipping jade slips remained.

Ling Qi stood to the side, her eyes falling on Shang Wan Ning’s face as she feigned calmness, a flash of smugness secretly crossing her eyes.

She was a Six-Tailed Demon Fox, after all; when it came to seduction, what were some female streamers posing and posturing behind a screen?

Foxes were the ancestors of seduction.

Since Your Majesty had the leisure to support others, why not let her personally experience what it truly means to be soul-stirring, Daji reborn...

As for the price!

Ling Qi brushed over the hem of her uniform, her lips curling into a meaningful, cold smile.

She had to make a certain energetic, trashy woman’s legs go weak whenever she thought of the words ”watching a live stream” in the future, so she would never have the heart to pine for others again!!!

An hour later, Shang Wan Ning finally finished muddling through the Soul Contracts, her Sea of Consciousness almost unable to turn.

Just as she was about to call for someone to serve a meal, Ling Qi brought over a cup of warmed spiritual tea and handed it over, her voice returning to its usual coldness, as if the ambiguous contest from just now had never happened.

”Your Majesty has worked hard.”

Shang Wan Ning took the tea and glared at her jealously.

The awkwardness and curiosity in her heart had long been hooked up to her throat.

The evening meal was eaten quietly, but the atmosphere was very subtle.

At nightfall.

After Shang Wan Ning finished bathing, she draped herself in loose sleepwear and lounged on the soft couch flipping through a casual book, her eyes constantly glancing at the palace door, not even seeing what was written in the book.

Ling Qi walked in carrying a plate of cut spiritual fruit; she had already changed out of her Secretary-General uniform and was wearing moon-white casual clothes, her long hair draped over her shoulders, lacking a bit of strictness and gaining a bit of a soft, virtuous housewife-at-home feeling.

She placed the fruit plate on the small table beside the couch, then walked to the dressing table to take off her glasses and comb her hair, her movements slow and leisurely, not mentioning the dancing at all.

Shang Wan Ning waited impatiently, put down the book, and coughed deliberately: ”AQi.”

”Hmm?”

Ling Qi turned back, her eyes very calm, ”Does A Ning have any other instructions?”

”You... are you still going to dance or not?” Shang Wan Ning picked at the pages of the book with her fingertips, trying her best to make her tone sound not so deliberate.

But the anticipation in her heart could no longer be hidden.

Ling Qi turned and walked to the side of the couch, picked up a spiritual fruit and handed it to her lips, a smile finally rippling in her eyes. ”Yeah, does Your Majesty want to watch?”

[Duh!]

Shang Wan Ning bit into the spiritual fruit and glared at her fiercely again.

Ling Qi straightened up and walked onto the velvet carpet in the center of the inner chamber. The light of the purple moon shone through the window gauze onto her body, wrapping her in a faint halo, looking impossibly beautiful.

No music, no announcement.

She gently closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, her entire aura had changed!

In those fox eyes that were usually cold, seductiveness surged out like a tide, making Shang Wan Ning’s throat tighten.

Her moon-white casual clothes moved without wind.

Her toes tapped lightly, her waist was as soft as if it had no bones, she slowly leaned backward, her arms stretched out, like vines wrapping around the ’God.’