Binhai City.
Golden Boy and Jade Girl 1 vs. 100, a large-scale blind date event.
Jiang Xun had just transmigrated when he was awakened by a scent that was a mixture of at least dozens of top-tier perfumes.
He opened his eyes, and wow.
All he saw were legs—no, all he saw were people, and all of them were women.
Above him hung a dazzling crystal chandelier, and beneath his feet was a marble floor so polished it could serve as a mirror.
But none of that was the main point.
The main point was that the scene was packed with beautiful women, all with long legs, slender waists, and ample bosoms—in his previous life, any one of them could have gone viral.
There were women in well-tailored business suits and elegant dresses that highlighted their intellectual temperament.
Every woman stood ramrod straight, a standardized, reserved smile on her face, yet the eagerness hidden beneath their dignified demeanor was impossible to conceal.
The 'clack-clack' of high heels on the floor was as rapid as a Gatling gun, making everyone anxious.
"What the hell, I transmigrated?"
A vast memory instantly flooded Jiang Xun's mind.
In this parallel world, the male to female ratio was 1:10,000.
Men, in this world, had become an endangered species, even rarer than giant pandas.
And he, Jiang Xun, was the chosen'Son of Heaven,' here to participate in this top-tier matchmaking event spearheaded by the state.
In simple terms, he was here to choose a wife.
He quickly processed the memories, leaned back, and sank lazily into the soft sofa, instantly switching to 'top predator' mode.
Isn't it just about showing off? He was good at that.
The moment he moved, all the women in the room held their breath for half a beat.
The goddesses, who had been maintaining their composure, instantly broke character, each one desperately straightening her back, trying to make herself more noticeable in the crowd.
Their desire was almost palpable.
Jiang Xun scanned the room, then casually raised his chin.
"Introduce yourselves."
A woman in a crisp white pantsuit, looking like a legal professional, immediately stepped forward, seizing the initiative.
She pushed up the gold-rimmed glasses on her nose and spoke very quickly, as if delivering a closing statement.
"Hello, Mr. Jiang, my name is Lin Sihan. I am a senior partner at a renowned law firm, with an annual income in the eight figures. I specialize in commercial disputes and prenuptial agreements, and I can help you avoid any unnecessary trouble."
"You're talking about a prenuptial agreement right away? Sister, are you having a professional relapse? Next!"
Jiang Xun didn't even lift his eyelids; he simply tapped his fingers lightly on the armrest of the sofa and uttered two words.
"Too noisy."
Lin Sihan's face instantly flushed, all the lengthy arguments she had prepared stuck in her throat, and she could only retreat awkwardly.
Jiang Xun's gaze swept past a series of exquisite but nervous faces, finally settling on a figure at the very end of the line.
Even standing in the least conspicuous position, that woman still couldn't conceal her brilliance.
She wore a perfectly tailored black Chanel suit dress, which exquisitely outlined her stunning figure—any more would be gaudy, any less would be bland.
Her straight, long legs were encased in flesh-toned stockings, paired with seven-centimeter black high heels, making her appear tall and aloof.
She simply stood there, exuding an aura that kept others at a distance.
The Ice Queen CEO, Mu Qingxue.
Jiang Xun spoke, his voice not loud, but clear enough to carry throughout the entire hall.
"You, come here."
Instantly, countless gazes of envy, jealousy, and resentment focused on Mu Qingxue.
Mu Qingxue's delicate body trembled slightly, clearly not expecting to be called out first.
She took a deep breath, and, in her high heels, walked out from the crowd, step by steady step.
She walked unhurriedly, each step firm and powerful, carrying the composure and confidence of someone who managed a large enterprise.
"Holy cow, this aura, this figure... absolutely stunning! This is how a top goddess should carry herself! With these legs, I could be entertained for a year!"
Jiang Xun whistled inwardly, his face still showing that unperturbed demeanor.
Mu Qingxue stopped in front of him.
Instead of rushing to speak like Lin Sihan had, she first bowed respectfully and perfectly at a ninety-degree angle to Mr. Jiang.
This action created a stark contrast with her cold and arrogant demeanor.
A billionaire Ice Queen CEO, yet at this moment, she was as humble as an intern awaiting an interview.
As she bowed, her body deliberately leaned forward just a tiny bit.
From this angle, if Jiang Xun wasn't blind, he could see a dazzling expanse of white and a bottomless chasm through the V-neck opening.
Wow, real assets!
With both hands, she presented a booklet made of a special metal material, containing all her information.
"Mr. Jiang, my name is Mu Qingxue."
Her voice was clear and pleasant, but if one listened closely, the slight tremor in her tone betrayed her nervousness.
"I own three Tomson Riviera properties and eight limited-edition supercars, all fully paid for, without any loans."
She paused, seemingly gathering her courage.
"Besides these, I... I am also very good at taking care of people."
"I will learn the dishes you like to eat, ensuring no repeats. I have also studied professional massage techniques to help you relax. I promise that every day you open your eyes, you will see me with my makeup done."
"I will accompany you to all your social events. I can learn to play games with you. I will not go to nightclubs with my girlfriends, nor will I have any unnecessary social interactions with men."
By the end, her voice was almost inaudible, and an unnatural blush had crept onto her cheeks.
She bit her lip, as if making a monumental decision, and added in a whispery voice, like a mosquito's hum:
"You... when you come home from work every day, I... I will kneel at the door to change your slippers for you."
"What?! Kneel to hand over slippers? Are you serious, sister? You're an Ice Queen CEO! This script isn't right!"
Before Jiang Xun could speak, a woman in a fiery red dress couldn't hold back and rushed forward.
"Mr. Jiang! Don't listen to her! She's just a block of wood! Choose me, I promise to make every day feel like heaven!"
Jiang Xun didn't even glance her way, merely letting out a sound from his throat.
"Scram."
The seductive smile on the red-dressed woman's face instantly froze, and she retreated dejectedly, even more embarrassed than Lin Sihan had been earlier.
Seeing this, the stone weighing on Mu Qingxue's heart eased ever so slightly.
Jiang Xun's gaze returned to her, and he slowly spoke.
"You're not done yet."
Mu Qingxue was startled and quickly added.
"This is my personal certificate of ownership for 3.7% of Tianqi Financial. As long as you agree, all my assets can be transferred to your name today."
"Oh, you understand, sister, you even know how to offer paid content? Not bad. This ambition is even more impressive than her cleavage!"
The women around them were practically gnashing their teeth.
"Mu Qingxue is playing for keeps! She's even putting up shares of Tianqi Financial?"
A flicker of what could only be described as 'fear' crossed the faces of all the women.
Jiang Xun did not reach for the data booklet.
He shifted into a more comfortable position, crossing his legs, and slumped into the sofa as if boneless.
"What about cash flow?"
This question was even sharper than the previous one.
Real estate and equity are intangible; readily available cash is the true measure of a person's financial strength.
Mu Qingxue's back visibly stiffened.
She hadn't expected Jiang Xun to ask such detailed, professional questions.
But she was clearly well-prepared.
"My personal annual salary is fifty million, not including various investment dividends."
She paused, then added a statement that made all the women in the room gasp.
"After marriage, my personal bank account can be immediately closed, and all income will be directly transferred to your family account."
"I will only keep one supplementary card with a limit not exceeding one thousand yuan, for purchasing some daily necessities."
"What?! Playing that big? Handing over fifty million annual salary? Only keeping a thousand yuan for herself? This sister is really going all out! Is a thousand yuan even enough for sanitary pads?"
Jiang Xun was genuinely stunned.
He thought about his previous life, where he slaved away for his boss every day for a few thousand yuan.
Now, a top-tier rich and beautiful woman was practically begging to put tens of millions in his pocket, and even voluntarily asked to keep only a thousand yuan for living expenses.
What kind of heavenly life was this!
After Mu Qingxue finished speaking, seeing Jiang Xun still silent, she grew even more flustered.
Fine beads of sweat even appeared on her forehead, and her carefully prepared aloof expression was beginning to falter.
Was something wrong?
Was the price not high enough? Or was her attitude not devout enough?
The women behind her had already started to gloat.
"See, she's going to be rejected."
"Serves her right, for being so cold usually. How could a man like an ice queen?"
Just as Mu Qingxue felt she was about to suffocate from nervousness, Jiang Xun finally moved.
He leaned forward slightly, drawing a little closer.
A pleasant masculine scent instantly enveloped Mu Qingxue, making her heart skip a beat and her cheeks uncontrollably flush.
Jiang Xun stared at her, a playful smile on his lips.
"Good conditions."
He paused, then slowly finished the second half of the sentence.
"Your resume is very 'moist'."
Mu Qingxue's face instantly flushed, from her cheeks to her earlobes.
She, of course, understood the double meaning of that word.
"Alright, basic interview over. Time for some stress testing. I want to see how far this top-tier rich and beautiful woman will go to get married."
Jiang Xun's smile deepened. He lowered his voice, asking the final question at a volume only they two could hear.
"How do you view 'open marriage relationships'?"