"Tang family, blame yourselves for raising such a silly daughter." murmured, her voice low, silky, and dangerous.
Her eyes gleamed faintly, reflecting the moonlight. Then her figure shimmered and vanished into thin air.
Moments later, she appeared before the grand entrance of the Imperial Phoenix Hotel — the same one she'd lodged in earlier. Her sudden presence went unnoticed amidst the rush of vehicles and the steady flow of pedestrians, except for a small boy of about three years old who was standing near the hotel entrance, clutching a balloon in one hand and his mother's skirt in the other.
The boy blinked, his wide eyes fixed on Su Ning as if he had seen a fairy descend from the heavens. Su Ning glanced his way, her expression softening for a heartbeat. She raised a hand and waved at him gently, a faint, amused smile curving her lips before she stepped into the hotel.
The boy's mother turned to see what had caught her son's attention, but Su Ning was already gone — her elegant figure swallowed by the golden-lit lobby.
Inside her presidential suite, Su Ning finally exhaled. The tension from the earlier fight had already dissolved, replaced by a faint sense of satisfaction.
She took off her heels and padded across the room barefoot. The luxurious interior was calm and quiet, scented faintly with jasmine and sandalwood. Without hesitation, she entered her space.
Tonight, she chose something comfortable yet elegant, a pastel lavender silk camisole paired with matching shorts, the smooth fabric hugging her skin lightly. The silk shimmered subtly under the lights, brushing against her porcelain skin like moonlight over water. She left her hair loose, cascading in soft waves down her shoulders.
She exited the space, her movements graceful and unhurried, and called for room service. A few minutes later, her meal arrived, tender steak glazed with honey sauce, a side of sautéed vegetables, and a slice of cheesecake with fresh berries. She ate leisurely, not because she was hungry but because her body demanded it after the night's exertions.
When she finished, she reclined on the king-sized bed, scrolling through her phone casually.
That was when the notification bell chimed repeatedly.
"Ding! Ding! Ding!"
Her phone screen exploded with hundreds of notifications pouring in from Stargram — likes, comments, mentions, tags. Su Ning arched a brow, curiosity flickering in her eyes as she opened the app.
Her eyes widened slightly.
Her follower count had skyrocketed to over 150,000, her previous post — the simple selfie she had uploaded for the system's mission — had already crossed a million likes, and the comments section was overflowing with activity.
"System," she muttered under her breath, "don't tell me this is because of that one photo."
'Ding!'
'Congratulations, Host.
Mission completed
Establish your online Presence on Stargram, get 30,000 followers within 7 hours.
Rewards: Vogue Pharmaceutical Company, London
100 million yuan
Medical skill Lv 1.'
Su Ning's lips curved slightly as she checked the rewards.
Her phone buzzed.
[Your account XXXXXXX has been credited with 100,000,000 yuan].