I transformed into a cute girl and lived a carefree life in the apocalypse.

Yan Ziming's eyes narrowed slightly. This guy is definitely suspicious!

"You stand still—" Yan Ziming stopped halfway through his shout.

She initially wanted to use force to make him stay, but upon reflection, she realized that a single sentence wouldn't be enough to provoke her to take action on the spot. If she were to act rashly here, she would inevitably face a disciplinary action, and regardless of right or wrong, she would also get a beating from her uncle.

[I'll report this to Sister Mo Sheng...]

After pondering for a moment, Yan Ziming turned his head and saw that Mo Sheng, Yan Shan and other senior executives were all too busy to get away, so he had to put the matter aside for the time being and think about the cause and effect.

...........

"Brother, what's wrong? You don't look well. Did you have a falling out with Yan Ziming?"

Murong Haixuan grabbed her brother and stood still, puzzled by Murong Haiyi's behavior.

Murong Haiyi took a deep breath: "Just like you said, things have gone wrong this time..."

He was now filled with regret. He had intended to subtly inquire about Yan Ziming's intentions, but before he could even ask, his own outburst had led Yan to misunderstand him as a pervert, disrupting his plans and causing him to reveal something terrible as soon as he opened his mouth.

At that time, he was just following his instincts and looking at Yan Ziming's chest, where the aura of immortals was most concentrated, which is why he was so engrossed in looking there.

Of course, it's true that I was captivated.

After all, this newly crowned national goddess has a really big... well, any normal man would take a second look. Those who say they "don't care" are either saints, gay, or hypocrites. There's no other possibility than the three of them.

After explaining the situation to her younger sister, Murong Haixuan's brows furrowed with worry.

The veracity of Yan Ziming's statement, "If you don't talk, the higher-ups have plenty of ways to make you talk!" remains to be verified. However, given her strength and talent, it's not impossible for her to have access to the highest levels of the government, especially since she shares the same surname, "Yan," with the most powerful figure in the Chinese military...

Let's prepare for the worst.

After much deliberation and rejecting one unrealistic idea after another, Murong Haixuan finally answered:

"In short, we'll stick to the fact that we don't know anything about this. You only went to see Yan Ziming today because you're interested in her. You didn't mention the word 'Xianling' at all. Brother, you have a prominent position now and your strength is not bad either. The Murong family also has some connections in the political world. Even if they have some suspicions, they can't do anything to you. At most, the higher-ups will send someone to monitor you for a while and then everything will be fine."

"okay."

Murong Haiyi nodded. His sister usually acted as his advisor, so this was the best solution at the moment.

Suddenly, the younger sister moved closer to Murong Haiyi and pressed him for an answer: "Brother, were you really so engrossed in watching that you let it slip?"

"..." Murong Haiyi broke out in a cold sweat: "It's just a man's nature! He came to his senses and that's how he is, what can I do!"

"Tch... If you really like her, just go for it! Brother, you're quite talented too. Show some confidence, and you'll solve this problem by winning over this goddess, right?"

Murong Haixuan said with a sense of disappointment.

"It's easy to say, but that's impossible. I'm trying to avoid her as much as possible. I need to think about what to say if government officials come to question me..."

Murong Haiyi shook his head and retreated to a corner to draw circles in his mind...

Chapter 42 So that's how it is!

After the awarding ceremony, there will be an interview session where authorized television reporters will conduct short interviews with the many honorees.

Given that Yan Ziming has never been interviewed before and is a complete homebody, she mainly answers with "yes" or "no," or "no comment." She only expresses her opinion on important issues, but even then, she is very cautious, afraid of saying something she shouldn't.

Ye Qianxue handled it well; with her sweet smile and gentle, cute demeanor, she could answer almost any question with ease.

However, when asked if she had a crush on someone, Yan Ziming's heart couldn't take it.

"Miss Ye Qianxue, do you have a boyfriend? Is there anyone you like?"

As the conversation progressed, the reporter steered the conversation in this direction, addressing a question that almost every goddess-level beauty faces. Yan Ziming had also been asked this earlier and had given a clear answer as to whether she had.

But with Ye Qianxue, it was clearly not the case.

A slight smile appeared on her lips. Yan Ziming saw it and quickly prayed in his heart that this girl wouldn't spout nonsense. His back was soaked with cold sweat.

"I don't have a boyfriend..."

Someone in the audience breathed a sigh of relief, while the reporter simply smiled indifferently.

That's true. A goddess-level figure like her, with extremely high strength, has very few men qualified to be her boyfriend. She was just asking casually as usual.

"But there is one person I like..."

Someone in the audience felt their heart leap into their throat again. This professional reporter immediately sat up straight like a gossip reporter, staring at her incredulously.

This is big news!

The nation's little sister, whom countless people dream of being her older or younger sister, actually has someone she likes?!

That person would probably be torn to pieces by all the self-proclaimed brothers and sisters of Ye Qianxue in China.

Yan Ziming wanted to torment Ye Qianxue a thousand times over. If there was no truth to it, just say so. Why make it so suspenseful? Isn't that just giving her room to maneuver?

If the trail were to lead back to her, Yan Ziming shuddered at the thought of the consequences.

"May I ask... who is Miss Ye Qianxue's favorite person...?!"

The reporter practically shoved the microphone right in front of Ye Qianxue's mouth, swallowed hard, and asked nervously.

After thinking for a moment, Ye Qianxue managed to piece together a few words that wouldn't be easily noticed:

"Hmm... He's reliable, handsome, and unique. I won't say any more about him, Chiyuki."

"Could it be Li Haoyi? Or...blah blah blah"

"You'll have to guess that now~~"

Ye Qianxue said with a smile, ending the interview.

As she stepped off the stage, just as she was about to throw herself into her older sister's arms, Yan Ziming and Mu Mu pinched her cheeks, resulting in a mixed doubles attack.

"You idiot, what nonsense are you spouting during the interview! Do you even know how risky that is?!"

"I never expected you to be such a naughty little sister! Tonight I'm throwing you into Mu Mu's room, and I mean it!"

"Oh dear~~ Since it's what Xiao Momo said, then I'll be a little 'busy' tonight!"

"Waaah—┭┮﹏┭┮ Qianxue knows she was wrong.......Big sister, please don't leave Qianxue in Master's room, Qianxue will be unclean......."

Ye Qianxue crouched down, covering her head in defense, looking pitiful and endearing. Yan Ziming felt a pang of pity, but still decided to teach her a lesson she would never forget.

After a while of questioning, Yan Ziming remembered that he had something to report, so he left first, leaving Ye Qianxue to continue being questioned by Mu Mu.

After discovering that Mo Sheng was free, Yan Ziming stepped forward and grabbed her, saying:

"Sister Mo Sheng, there's something I have to tell you."

"What is it?" Mo Sheng stopped what she was doing.

"It's like this..." After explaining the whole story to Mo Sheng, Mo Sheng frowned and nodded in a deep voice.

"I'll have someone investigate Murong Haiyi when I get back, but given his status, it'll be a bit troublesome and may take some time."

"Ah."

Yan Ziming didn't say anything, just nodded and went back to do what he was supposed to do.

Investigating a highly gifted, high-level superhuman without any evidence is a difficult task.

This can be considered one of the privileges of the strong!

If a major conflict is launched but no results are found, it will not only be time-consuming and laborious, but it will also leave a grudge in people's hearts, which may lead to more serious problems in the future.

All we can do is conduct a thorough investigation. If we still can't find out the truth after a while, we'll have to give up.

...........

That evening, at Yan Ziming's home.

Yan Ziming was sitting on the sofa recalling what had happened that day, while Ye Qianxue was lying on her smooth, rounded black stockings.

After thinking carefully about what Murong Haiyi had said to her at the award ceremony today, Yan Ziming felt increasingly puzzled.

Putting aside the topic of immortals, Yan Ziming was more concerned about why she felt a sense of familiarity from him.

What happened next gave her the answer.

"Meow~~"

Xiao Ze crawled out from under the sofa, pressed himself against Ye Qianxue, and burrowed into Ye Qianxue's full breasts that sparked endless fantasies.

Yan Ziming stared blankly at the scene, and suddenly had a strange idea. She reached her hand in as well, which elicited a soft cry from Ye Qianxue. Then she forcefully dragged Xiao Ze out.

Grabbing Xiao Ze by the scruff of his neck, Yan Ziming brought it up in front of him, staring at it blankly, his premonition growing stronger.

"Hmm...it seems...that's the feeling..."

Yan Ziming muttered to himself, and Ye Qianxue, who was beside him, tilted her head upon hearing this:

"Big sister... oh my god!!!"

Before he could finish speaking, Yan Ziming suddenly slapped his thigh, startling Ye Qianxue.

"Holy crap, that's it! Murong Haiyi, no wonder he was acting so strangely, now I know! He's hiding a huge bomb in Bei'an!"

Ye Qianxue was startled. Yan Ziming suddenly realized what was happening and shouted loudly. Then he threw Xiao Ze aside, picked up his phone and dialed Yan Shan's number.

"Speak." After the call was connected.

It was Yan Shan's voice, as steady as a mountain, but it still couldn't calm Yan Zimo's emotions.

"Uncle, we've discovered a second fairy spirit! It's inside the Beian Military Administrative District!"