Galaxy Domination Guide

"Is this your boyfriend?" Zhao Wenling stared scrutinizingly at Bai Zhongqi, making the Imperial Chancellor, who had even breezed through United Nations conferences, feel somewhat uneasy.

Bai Zhongqi walked into Han Jiaxue's shop with a smile, greeted her, and still carried a bit of shyness with him.

Han Jiaxue also felt somewhat the same, although they had known each other for a long time and had established a relationship as boyfriend and girlfriend, their actual time together wasn't that long. So at that moment, Zhao Wenling found the two of them particularly strange.

Seeing their blushing faces and the absence of hugs or kisses when they met, Zhao Wenling thought if they were really a couple, they were like something out of the 1980s, the way her parents' generation dated—not at all like the young people today with their casual hotel hook-ups, always ready with a condom, freely indulging in pleasures.

When Han Jiaxue saw Bai Zhongqi, her mood oddly improved. She knew this meant she liked this boy. Seeing him now dressed just like a regular college student, looking no different from the somewhat nerdy upperclassman he had been before, and with no one else by his side, she felt as if she had regained the feelings she had when she first fell for Bai Zhongqi.

Han Jiaxue introduced Zhao Wenling, who asked a polite greeting, and Bai Zhongqi responded very courteously.

"Did it take a long time to get here?" Han Jiaxue's voice was especially gentle, making Bai Zhongqi feel weak in the knees.

"Not long, uh, it took about twenty minutes by bus, and I walked for about ten minutes," he said.

Zhao Wenling couldn't help but sneer slightly disparagingly. She and Han Jiaxue both came from affluent families, and usually mingled with rich heirs—Mercedes and BMW were nothing in her eyes, as her circle started with Porsche 911 supercars. Hearing Bai Zhongqi speak like this, she was sure he had come by bus or subway, just a poor boy without even a car.

Despite that, Zhao Wenling had to admit, Bai Zhongqi looked fairly good. But his clothes were too plain, the styles were fine but they weren't designer brands, clearly showing he didn't have much money. He had no watch on his wrist, no man's bag, and he was even carrying a backpack to meet his girlfriend.

Han Jiaxue didn't mind this at all; she preferred this version of Bai Zhongqi. Looking at him with her watery big eyes, the girlfriend asked, "Want something to drink?"

Bai Zhongqi rubbed his hands together, still looking very happy as he said, "The drink you make? I've been wanting to try it for a long time."

Han Jiaxue smiled and walked behind the bar to make him a drink, with Zhao Wenling following her.

"Is that really your boyfriend? How could you pick someone like that?" Zhao Wenling asked in a low voice, in a tone that suggested she was disappointed.

Han Jiaxue asked, "Is there something wrong with him?"

"What's his background? He doesn't look like he has much money. Don't be foolish and fall for one of those 'phoenix men.' They are particularly scummy, and what if he's after your family's money?"

Han Jiaxue wasn't offended, assuming Zhao Wenling was just concerned about her. She said, "He's a senior from my school, a really nice guy, don't think too much."

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This question made Han Jiaxue slightly embarrassed: "Well, just half a month."

"Isn't that just a short while before you came back?"

Zhao Wenling was still convinced there was something off about Han Jiaxue's boyfriend—in her view, not just anyone could enter their social circle, and even though Han Jiaxue's boyfriend might look okay, he wasn't fit for high society. However, Zhao Wenling didn't realize that Han Jiaxue didn't see herself as part of any so-called circle.

She had asked Han Jiaxue to accompany her to a social gathering this time, and her intentions were anything but simple. She had met a second-generation rich man with connections that reached high places—and she wasn't exaggerating; the man's qualifications were indeed impressive.

Not only did he come from a good family with a deep background, but he also had good looks and, more importantly, was a Cambridge graduate who seemed very talented. Zhao Wenling's father was currently begging this man to collaborate on a project, and since Zhao Wenling was not favored at home, she wanted to win this young master's favor to help her father succeed in business.

By chance, the young master had seen a photo of Zhao Wenling with Han Jiaxue and mentioned that he liked Han Jiaxue's type; he asked Zhao Wenling to introduce them, which led to Zhao Wenling making a special trip to the store to bring Han Jiaxue to the gathering.

What she hadn't anticipated was that Han Jiaxue would also bring her boyfriend. However, Zhao Wenling thought that the relationship between Han Jiaxue and her boyfriend did not seem very close; there likely wasn't much depth to their feelings. And the young master's qualifications were countless times better than Bai Zhongqi's; Bai Zhongqi couldn't compare in any aspect.

If she could just bring Han Jiaxue over, and the young master used some tactics, Bai Zhongqi would definitely be ousted.

Zhao Wenling felt she was lining up an exceptionally good boyfriend for her best friend and ridding her of a sinister poor man; this was the true mark of a best friend.

"Mmm, send a message to Young Master Yang, saying Jiajia is bringing a boyfriend in name only, and to not mind him. This poor man, once he sees Young Master Yang's grandeur, will realize how out of his depth he is in this circle. The moment his mentality becomes unbalanced, he will surely start a conflict with Jiajia.

Then, Young Master Yang can console Jiajia, and this matter will probably be settled!" Zhao Wenling schemed, feeling immensely proud of her intellect.

Having formulated her plan, Zhao Wenling sent a message to Young Master Yang, who replied that it was no problem.

"This matter is as good as settled," Zhao Wenling thought, immensely pleased with herself.

Elsewhere, the extraordinarily talented Yang Yixian smiled. No girl had ever escaped his grasp, whether they were second-tier celebrities or daughters of prestigious families. His talent and background, combined with a bit of manipulation, made him unstoppable.

In a grand mansion, Yang Yixian's father, Yang Chuxiong, descended from the stairs carpeted with an expensive Persian rug, wearing a benevolent smile, and asked, "Yixian, what are you up to tonight?"

Yang Yixian was extremely filial, almost deliberately so. He bowed slightly and said, "Dad, I've arranged to have dinner with some friends at the group's internal restaurant at Lao Shun's place. If it gets late, I probably won't come back."

Yang Chuxiong knew his son's nature well. He didn't care about his son's indulgent lifestyle; in fact, he was much the same, often visiting places of ill repute with no regard for sobriety or chastity.

"Alright then. Oh, and about that girl I mentioned last time, you should stop seeing her," Yang Chuxiong's tone became stern.

Not understanding, Yang Yixian asked, "Isn't she the one you wanted me to see more of, thinking she could be beneficial to my future?"

Yang Chuxiong waved his hand and said, "She's from a small family, her father's assets are barely in the hundreds of millions, and their foundations are in Jiangnan, without strong connections. She won't be of much help to our family."

Yang Yixian nodded, though puzzled, he verbally agreed.

"Alright, Dad, I'm heading out now."

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"Have fun," replied his father.

Yang Yixian got into his globally limited Laferrari, one of the top three supercars worldwide. He pulled out his phone and glanced at the photo—it was of Zhao Wenling and Han Jiaxue. His father had initially told him to meet her but had changed his mind today. However, Han Jiaxue's pure and gentle demeanor still intrigued him, used as he was to flamboyant company.

"I wasn't planning to marry her anyway, just have a little fun. That probably doesn't go against my dad's wishes," Yang Yixian thought, a wicked smile on his face—a look many women found irresistible. He floored the accelerator, and the beast-like Laferrari roared to life.

Inside the Yang family mansion, Yang Chuxiong was on the phone through a secret line, his expression no longer kind but stiff and cold.

"Yeah, the new orders just issued by United Heart Society have been implemented: no contact with Iridium Star for now to ensure our race's secrecy and safety."