After the spiritual energy was restored: Goddess girlfriends came knocking.

Ruoshui sprang out of bed, flicked her fox tail, and looked up to declare, "I have money! I'll buy a big one!"

She wasn't the reserved type at all; she grabbed her phone, tapped it a few times, and shoved the screen in front of Lin Chu.

Lin Chu looked down.

Balance: 15,000,000,000.

"15 billion?" Lin Chu's pupils dilated. "Cash?"

"Yes." Ruoshui put her phone away, her tone casual. "How about that, is that enough?"

"...Where did you get so much money? Didn't you only arrive on Earth a little over two months ago?"

Ruoshui chuckled and leaned back on the pillow: "When I first arrived on Blue Star, I landed in Xinglan City and immediately sent my men to investigate the situation."

"As for myself, of course I'll go find you first."

"and then?"

"And then, just a few days later, Tianlan Group was established."

Lin Chu's eyes widened.

Tianlan Group is a business giant that ranks among the top fifty in the entire Xia Dynasty in terms of comprehensive strength. Its industries span finance, real estate, and new energy. He used to see news about this company frequently when he was working there.

"How did you do that?" Lin Chu looked her up and down. "You didn't threaten her, did you?"

Ruoshui rolled her eyes: "Do you think I'm that kind of person?"

She pulled her feet off Lin Chu's legs and nestled into his arms in a different position.

"Among the offerings I brought, there happened to be a former finance official of the Tushan Ministry of Revenue, who went to have a chat with the Shen family, who control the Tianlan Group."

"What did you talk about?"

"I don't know, but in the end they gave us some pills that could prolong life and cure diseases for mortals, as well as a few basic cultivation manuals." Ruoshui tilted her head. "Oh right, the ancestor also took one of their family members as a disciple. That kid has some talent."

"That's all." She shrugged.

Lin Chu leaned against the headboard, looking at the little fox in her arms, a look of understanding flashing in her eyes.

Elixirs for prolonging life and curing diseases, cultivation techniques, plus a master who has achieved mastery in cultivation.

He understood better than anyone what these things meant to ordinary people.

Not to mention those wealthy families who have been rich for generations and are not short of money; for them, money is just a number.

These things are enough to drive them crazy.

"So Tianlan Group is yours now?"

"Not entirely." Ruoshui swung her toes. "The original president was named Shen Wanjun, and he still manages the day-to-day operations. We mainly hold the controlling stake and veto power, but we don't handle the specific operations."

The finance officer said he was a good manager and a reliable person, so there was no need to replace him.

"Impressive." Lin Chu nodded sincerely.

"So leave the matter of buying a big house to me!"

"……OK."

The next morning.

Lin Chu woke up in bed to find herself sandwiched tightly between two people, one on each side.

Ruoshui's face was buried in his shoulder, one leg draped over his waist, sleeping without any regard for her image.

Cang Yao leaned against his other side, her right hand interlocked with his fingers, her breathing even and long.

After relaxing, the two of them slept even more soundly.

He gently moved his slightly numb shoulders, and looking at the two people who were still fast asleep, his eyebrows and eyes curved slightly.

Then, he carefully moved Ruoshui's legs off his waist, loosened Cangyao's fingers, and gently stepped off the bed.

After washing up, I went downstairs and into the kitchen to prepare breakfast when I heard footsteps behind me.

Cang Yao stood at the kitchen doorway, dressed in casual clothes. Her hair was still loose and hadn't been combed, but her eyes were already clear.

"My husband, I'm coming."

"No need, I'll make breakfast too—"

"Occasionally is fine." Cang Yao stepped forward, took the spatula from his hand, and pushed him out of the kitchen. "There's no reason for my husband to cook all the time. I'll do it."

Just then, Ruoshui's voice came from the stairwell: "I want to learn too!" She ran over barefoot, stopping at the kitchen door, her fox tail swaying excitedly behind her.

Cang Yao glanced at her: "Tie your hair up first, so it doesn't fall into the pot."

Ruoshui immediately tied her long hair into a ponytail with the hair tie on her wrist, rolled up her sleeves, and stood next to the stove.

The two busied themselves in the kitchen, with Cangyao occasionally teaching Ruoshui how to control the heat, their chattering voices mingling with the sizzling of the oil in the pan.

Lin Chu could only sit on the living room sofa with her coffee, listening to the sounds coming from the kitchen, a faint smile on her lips.

Doorbell rang.

Lin Chu got up to open the door.

Zhou Caiwei stood outside the door.

Today she wore a plain white stand-up collar top with extremely fine gold thread embroidery on the lapel, and a black and gold horse-face skirt on the lower body, with a matching brocade belt around her waist. The skirt hem reached her ankles and swayed gently in the breeze.

He held the ancient sword, which was wrapped tightly in a cloth cover, in his right hand. His long hair was casually tied back with a silver hairpin, and a few strands of hair on his forehead swayed gently in the breeze.

It possesses both the gentle charm of traditional Chinese style and a touch of the coldness of a sword cultivator.

"Gathering ferns." Lin Chu smiled.

Caiwei saw him and a smile bloomed on her face.

Then she immediately sensed the cultivation fluctuations of the Nascent Soul stage on Lin Chu's body.

Her eyes flickered slightly, and just as she was about to speak, two heads popped out from behind Lin Chu, one on the left and one on the right.

Ruoshui peeked out from the left, a smile on her face, but her expression was somewhat strange.

She suddenly remembered that she had talked to Caiwei about cooperation earlier, but she had come to find Lin Chu first. She couldn't help but cough and greeted her warmly, "Caiwei, you're here? Come in, come in."

Cang Yao turned slightly to the right, a gentle smile on her face, and nodded to Cai Wei: "Long time no see, Cai Wei."

Caiwei's smile froze on her face.

His gaze swept back and forth between Ruoshui and Cangyao, then lingered on Lin Chu's face for a moment.

Both of them were at his house, and apparently stayed overnight.

Looking at this situation, I wonder if I've been a step too slow again.

Lin Chu looked at the complex expression that flashed across Caiwei's cool face and felt somewhat helpless.

He recalled what she had told him during their last time in Chang'an: "I won't wait for the next time we meet."

He reached out and gently took Caiwei's hand: "Come in first."

Caiwei looked down at the hand holding hers, a faint blush creeping up her ears.

My heart suddenly skipped a few beats.

Lin Chu seems to be... starting to accept herself.

Cangyao and Ruoshui invited Caiwei to sit down at the dining table. The two then turned and went into the kitchen to serve the dishes, their every move befitting the mistresses of the house.

Caiwei watched the two figures disappear into the distance, her fingers gently twisting the hem of her skirt under the table as she pursed her lips.

Soon, several freshly cooked dishes, along with bread and milk, were laid out on the table, a fusion of Chinese and Western cuisine.

Cangyao placed a fried egg into Caiwei's bowl: "Try it together."

Ruoshui pushed her fried egg into Caiwei's bowl as well: "I made this too! It's a little burnt though..."

The egg did have some charred edges. Caiwei looked at it for two seconds, then bent down, picked it up, took a bite, swallowed it without changing her expression, and nodded: "Not bad."

Ruoshui chuckled.

Lin Chu held the milk, her gaze sweeping over the three of them one by one.

Cangyao was using serving chopsticks to put food on Caiwei's plate, while Ruoshui chattered away beside her.

The cold exterior that Caiwei had been wearing on her face had melted away almost without her realizing it.

Sunlight streamed in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, falling on the three of them. The living room was filled with the aroma of food and the occasional sound of laughter.