The more they oppose, the more it shows that I am doing the right thing-Chapter 647 - 343 "I’ll Support You

"Ah—"

"Aha, aha."

The Little Witch widened her silver eyes, "Eight, eight hundred thousand?"

"Eight hundred thousand," An Su nodded.

"Ooh...."

Luojia deflated instantaneously. Her previously effortless and exuberant elegance vanished completely, her eyes losing their luster as she sprawled despairingly across the wooden table. Her snow-white hair messily scattered across the surface, her shoulders trembling slightly like a little cat that had given up on life.

She had thought that earning five thousand Gold Coins a day made her an unimaginably successful entrepreneur.

But she had not expected that among entrepreneurs, there were different ranks!

That was five thousand Gold Coins a day, even in the noble-filled Inner City of Avad, placed one at the top productive class. It was the mammoth enterprises that monopolized the sacrificial industry, meddled in the assassination business, and branched into scientific research that could boast such staggering incomes.

Eight hundred thousand a day?

Robbing a bank wouldn't be that exaggerated; that would have to be robbing a mint... Surely An Su hadn't wrung the Chaotic City dry?

She had thought that in the Nether World, she could heavily erode this Outer City virgin with the sugary canons of Zibengism, but it turned out she had been thoroughly thwarted!

"How do you make so much money?" After a long pause, she propped up her eyes to look at An Su.

"It's all through hard work and persistence," so spoke An Su righteously, his eyes only harboring sincerity, "All results of my enduring hardships."

"That's cheating, Reversed Pope's timing still has twenty minutes left." Luojia rolled her eyes beautifully at An Su, "According to the rules, you can't lie—where did you really get that money?"

Now the Little Witch was truly irate. Nobody else had this much, not even the Little Witch outdid An Su by that margin. Everyone was an orphan, why could An Su earn eight hundred thousand a day?

"Hmmph, silly Luojia."

An Su scoffed, his arms behind his back, every action and word displaying the demeanor of a Great Grandmaster,

"You do not embrace Zibeng, seeing me as a frog looks at the moon above from a well; if you embraced Zibeng, seeing me would be like an ant glimpsing the clear skies. Throughout history, orphans only get to see my threshold."

Translated, all that eight hundred thousand was embezzled.

"Ooh..." Luojia whimpered softly unwillingly, her cheeks propped as she looked at An Su, "Weren't you reversed? How can you still be so dark-hearted!"

"Miss Luojia, you are overly enamored with the way of Zibeng and have strayed off the path. Whereas I have already enlightened, the path of Zibeng is ultimately but a transient loneliness, akin to morning dew and fleeting fog; the power of the common people is an immense ocean!"

The rising morning sun shone on An Su's profile, the thin morning light covering his innocent smile, which made the pure An Su appear even more sincere. Looking earnest, An Su declared, "I am no longer in the realm of Zibeng but have entered a wholly different realm. From now on, please refer to me as—a member of the Qiye Family!"

All day, if it's not Zibeng, it's having restless nights; little virgin, are your kidneys failing?

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Unable to successfully secure An Su's patronage, Miss Luojia was unhappy.

"So, after all, eight hundred thousand to five thousand, I hold the advantage," An Su concluded, enjoying the sullen expression on Luojia's face, "So, dear elder sister Luojia, how else can you afford to keep me?"

"Mmm... hmm."

With a glance at An Su, she hummed softly, stood up, and leaned forward slightly on the table, her silken hair cascading over her shoulders. The table wasn't very long, and Luojia's movements rapidly closed the gap between them, as the Little Witch appeared right in front of An Su.

"So then, seeing as you're so rich."

An Su could clearly see Luojia's cheeks, her frosty eyes, softly trembling thick lashes, the exquisitely pure skin nearing transparency, and the thin mist she breathed out, quickly rising as if on a late autumn morning—he heard the Little Witch whisper softly in his ear, her gentle murmur making his ears slightly weak,

—"My dear Mr. Little Virgin, why don't you just keep me?"

Truly can't beat this creature.

An Su sighed resignedly as if accepting his fate; the reversed version of the Witch was a bit too supermodel, winning whether in appearance or argument!

He had more money, but could never outdo her on the battleground.

If the words were for the usual Luojia, she'd never say them out loud because her pride kept her shy and self-respecting; even owning a few pieces of cake would have her meticulously keeping accounts. But the Little Witch was different. To win, she had no shame.

"Sister, won't you leave any way out for yourself?"

An Su turned his face to look at Miss Witch kindly reminding, "Twenty minutes later, Reversed Pope is over."

The corners of his mouth curved into a barely noticeable cold smile, destruction awaits the those who act wildly!

An Su could already picture... what Miss Luojia's expression would be after the Reversed Pope ended.

Especially realizing her own actions of the day,

That instantly evaporated contrast of expressions.

It's that flush of red fading across the cheeks like an evening sunset, the tear-filled eyes, tight lips due to nervousness, the shame flooding her heart, trembling like an ostrich burying her head to hide, not to mention wishing she could go back and strangle the Witch herself—it's that very expression he wanted!

Worth three big bowls of white rice.

"So what?" The witch shook her head indifferently.

"So, are you going to keep me?" she tilted her head looking at An Su, "I have the courage to say it now, in twenty minutes, I won't have it anymore. So, are you going to keep me, wealthy Mr. Little Virgin?"