Chapter Thirteen: The Sixty-Five Point Man!

Yanjing. Private mansion.

The air was filled with the scent of essential oils and incense, accompanied by the gentle sound of flowing water and soft music. Outside the windows stretched the freshest of natural scenery, while the tender magic of gentle fingertips led one into a long-lost paradise.

Amid the murmuring waters, a girl as beautiful as an elf rested.

The red wooden door was pushed open, and a professional woman entered, dressed in a black uniform and wearing black-rimmed glasses.

"Miss, it's time. In thirty minutes, the senior management meeting of the group will begin. You have twenty minutes left to prepare," she said. With black stockings, beautiful legs, and a full figure, her appearance bore a resemblance to the secretary in the TV show “If You Are the One.” Among crowds, she would absolutely captivate every man's gaze.

The woman soaking in the hot spring did not move, but asked in a clear and pleasant voice, "Ma Yue, where is the information I asked you to bring?"

"Miss, I have prepared it already," Ma Yue replied, opening the folder in her hand and handing over a thick stack of documents.

A jade-like arm emerged from the pool and took the papers, flipping through them carefully.

If Qin Luo were to see these documents, he would be so shocked he might swallow his tongue. The first page was a photo of Qin Luo, still very young at the time, his features somewhat immature. Though his smile was bright and sunny, his complexion was pale as paper, his cheeks gaunt, making him look like an addict.

Qin Luo: Male.

Age: Twelve.

Height: 1.35 meters.

Weight: 35 kilograms.

Specialties: Traditional Chinese Medicine. Calligraphy. Painting.

Education: No school history.

Languages: Huaxia language.

Morality: Average.

Bad habits: Fond of sleep.

Physical condition: Suffering from a hidden illness. Very poor health.

The report contained over a dozen major categories and countless sub-items, each densely filled with notes and evaluations.

Then followed annual investigation reports, continuing until Qin Luo turned eighteen, at which point the reports ended.

On the last page, a startling score was written in red pen: Sixty-five.

In the review section, the comment read: "No outstanding talents, unhealthy. Average appearance, average character. Recommendation: abandon."

"Why did the recommendation change to abandon at age eighteen?" the woman asked.

"Yes. This is the conclusion reached by our Intelligence Group One after comprehensive evaluation," Ma Yue replied.

"After Miss came of age, the number of suitors was innumerable. Whether it was Li Zhongyin's son from Shi Mian Group, Xu Guofeng's son from Green City Real Estate, or General Ji's son, all were outstanding young men with scores over ninety. There are twenty-seven below ninety, thirty-four below eighty, and those below seventy are as numerous as fish crossing a river. We believe there is no need to waste too much time on a barely passing man."

"Barely passing?" The woman in the pool laughed softly. "Yet, it was this barely passing man who refused me."

"Miss—" Ma Yue was surprised, unable to accept this fact.

"An hour ago, Wenren Zhao called, saying a man surnamed Qin came to break off the engagement. I suppose it must have been him. My fiancé—before we ever met, he came and rejected me." Her voice was elegant and calm, as if describing something that no longer concerned her.

However, whatever she was thinking, even Ma Yue, the trusted leader of Intelligence Group One standing before her, could not know.

In this world, who could possibly match Miss’s wisdom?

"Miss, this shows he has self-awareness. He was never worthy of you," Ma Yue said.

"Yes, I think so too." The woman tossed the documents onto the edge of the pool, then rose from the hot spring.

Ma Yue stepped forward to offer a white silk robe, which the woman draped over herself.

Though the white silk covered her warm and fragrant body, it could not conceal her unparalleled beauty.

Elegant and radiant, as if descended from heaven. Bright as spring blossoms, pure as autumn moon. Long hair flowing over her shoulders, tall and slender, with a slender waist and full bosom. Her curves were exquisite, her beauty capable of overturning kingdoms.

Especially those beautiful eyes, bright and deep, looking at people as if speaking to them.

Her temperament was inimitable; her grace a gift only God could create.

Even Ma Yue, herself a beautiful woman, felt the urge to bow in worship before such perfection. In the presence of such beauty, she lost both her confidence as a woman and any pride she had in her own looks.

The woman walked out barefoot, her feet pale and pink. Ma Yue hurried to fetch a towel, gently drying her hair.

"But I am not resigned," the woman said, biting her thin lips as she gazed at her own elegant and ethereal reflection in the mirror.

"Miss, you—" Ma Yue paused, looking at her.

"Ma Yue, you are a woman too. You should understand—no woman who is spurned by a man will ever feel reconciled. No matter how proud she is or how she pretends not to care, deep down, she will always carry regret."

"You mean—?" Ma Yue asked.

"Re-investigate and re-evaluate him. And have Intelligence Group One draft an approach plan," the woman said decisively.

Ma Yue's eyes widened in disbelief.

To think that Wenren Muyue—the goddess admired by countless young men—would take the initiative to approach a man. Who would believe such a thing?

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Qin Luo patted Wenren Zhao’s shoulder, smiling. “Not bad. I’m quite satisfied with your hospitality today.”

He had certainly given this rich young master a hard time today.

He had Wenren Zhao brew six cups of tea, serve fruit and pastries three times. At dinner, to show his care for children, he enthusiastically served the young man three chicken legs, two hairy crabs, and countless other meats.

He knew that people from wealthy families couldn't stomach so much meat, but elderly people tended to be frugal and despised wasting food, so Wenren Zhao forced himself to finish everything, eyes rolling from the effort.

In the end, Wenren Zhao avoided him, afraid this “master” would find yet another thing for him to do.

But Qin Luo had no intention of letting him off. After eating and drinking his fill, he requested Wenren Zhao drive him home.

Old Master Wenren Ting thought Qin Luo and Wenren Zhao got along well and felt they had hit it off, so he had Butler Shui drag Wenren Zhao out of his room to see off the guest.

Wenren Zhao shook off Qin Luo’s hand and said, “Hmph. Don’t touch me. Wait till my sister deals with you.”

“Your sister? Wenren Muyue? I haven’t offended her. Why would she deal with me?” Qin Luo asked, smiling.

“Are you truly clueless, or pretending? At your age, are you still a novice? Do you understand women at all? Don’t you realize your actions have wounded a woman’s dignity?” Wenren Zhao looked at him with disdain.

A woman? Dignity?

Even after Wenren Zhao sped away in his red Ferrari, Qin Luo still hadn’t figured it out.

How had he harmed a woman’s dignity?

“If I went to propose marriage, it would be her body I’d harm,” Qin Luo muttered, shaking his head.

When he reached Lin Qingyuan’s villa, he saw an old man pacing outside the iron gate, never ringing the bell.

Qin Luo found the old man familiar—it seemed he was a member of the expert group formed to save those thirty-six children. But his name escaped him.

“Is there something I can help you with?” Qin Luo asked, smiling as he stood behind him.

“Ah!” The old man, lost in thought, was startled by the voice behind him.

Turning and seeing Qin Luo, his anger instantly turned to joy. Grabbing Qin Luo’s hand, he said excitedly, “Qin Luo, you’re finally back. I’ve finally found you.”

“Don’t be like this. Let’s talk calmly. We’re not that close,” Qin Luo protested, trying to pull his hand away.

“You don’t remember me? I’m Old Wang from the expert group!”

“Old Wang? I know you’re a member. But what are you doing here? Looking for Director Lin?” Qin Luo asked.

“No, I’m not here for Director Lin. I’m here for you,” Old Wang replied cheerfully.

“For me? What’s the matter?” Qin Luo asked, puzzled.

“I want to ask you—when you treated those thirty-six children with acupuncture last time, did you use the ‘Burning Mountain Fire’ technique of the Taiyi Divine Needle?” Old Wang stared nervously at Qin Luo, afraid he might deny it.

“Yes. You know this technique?” Qin Luo was surprised.

The Taiyi Divine Needle had been lost for a century, and the ‘Burning Mountain Fire’ technique was even rarer. If he hadn’t learned the “Taoist Twelve-Section Brocade,” he wouldn’t have been able to use this advanced technique that required internal energy.

“Ah! Really? It was the Burning Mountain Fire?” Old Wang became even more excited, hopping and shouting while holding Qin Luo’s hand.

Seeing the security guards peering curiously in their direction, Qin Luo grimaced and said, “Old Wang, let’s talk inside. Please calm down—it’s not good for your health.”

“Hehe, I can’t help it. In my lifetime, to see someone perform the Burning Mountain Fire technique of the Taiyi Divine Needle—what a blessing!” Old Wang replied, still as joyful as a child.

Lin Qingyuan was resting at home that day. Hearing voices outside, he came out and saw Qin Luo and Old Wang entering together.

“You two together? Old Wang? Welcome! What brings you here today?” Lin Qingyuan asked curiously.

“Director Lin, I’m here to see Qin Luo,” Old Wang replied with a smile.

“Qin Luo? Is there something you need from him?”

“Yes. I’ve come to ask him to be my teacher,” Old Wang said seriously, looking at Qin Luo.

“To be your teacher?” Lin Qingyuan’s voice rose in surprise. Even Qin Luo was shocked, staring at the old man before him—who was old enough to be his grandfather.

He never expected Old Wang would make such a request.