"Report, young Master Yan, we have initially selected three hundred beauties!"

The special assistant clutched his iPad and reported to his boss, who was lounging in an armchair, nonchalantly holding a cigar while letting it burn down on its own accord.

The man referred to as the young Master Yan flicked his fingers, allowing the cigar ash to fall off.

"Hmm..."

The man hummed lazily through his nostrils while squinting his eyes closed.

With quick reflexes, the assistant rushed with his iPad to catch the falling ash from the cigar.

The assistant, having served him for ten years, knew his master's temperament all too well.

Despite having an obsession with cleanliness to the point of absurdity, the master often carelessly made a mess, disregarding how many valuable items his assistant had ruined in the process.

The day before yesterday, to avoid the master's discarded disliked coffee from dirtying the carpet, the assistant had sacrificed the brand name scarf worth thousands of yuan, a gift from his girlfriend.

Yesterday, to wipe off a few water droplets caused by the rain on the master's precious feet, he offered up a suit worth tens of thousands that he had only worn twice.

And today, to please the master...

"Let the three hundred beauties proceed to the next selection round!"

The master, seemingly recalling those three hundred beauties out in the sun in the desert, lazily ordered in a nonchalant voice, snapping the assistant's heart out of his damp emotional state.

Five hours later, the special assistant returned to his master's side, holding up the resilient iPad. The boss was casually savoring red wine and enjoying French gourmet food.

"Report, young Master Yan, there are now fifty beauties left!"

...

"Report, young Master Yan, there are now thirty beauties left!"

...

"Report, young Master Yan, there are now ten beauties left!"

...

Time, rewind to three days ago.

In the living room of the Zhu Family, ranked last among L City's Ten Wealthy Tycoons, four people sat sternly on their respective long sofas; much like children from kindergarten, waiting for their share of snacks.

They were said to be the four matriarchs, but in layman's terms they were the four grand-aunts of Zhu Family.

Take a look at the round-faced wealthy first grand-aunt in her sixties on the east side, the formal wife with a good family background. She managed the expenses and food of over a hundred people all over the Zhu household. Basically, she was the one in charge.

The second grand-aunt on the south side, a beauty in her fifties with fair skin, was the ace mama-san of Zhu Family's hotel business. She enchanted the master of Zhu family, that she continued to hold her position with her flirtatious skills.

The third grand-aunt on the west side, a woman in her forties with a gentle appearance, was initially the first son's tutor, who then made it to the master's bed teaching him some 'adult' lessons. She manages a few chain training centers, a recognized CEO outside and a grand-aunt at home.

The ordinary fourth grand-aunt, also in her forties, from the north side, was the master's dietary chef. She served his stomach so well, she ended up having him as well.

Among the four grand-aunts, the first grand-aunt had the strongest strategies, the second was the most charming, and the third had a distinct poise. But the fourth grand-aunt was as ordinary as the family's chef, except for her ability to cook a delicious meal at any time, she was no better than a freeloader.

She was timid, fearful, and her womb was uncooperative. Among the other families, the eldest aunt had two sons and two daughters, and the second and third aunts both had a son and a daughter. Only this fourth aunt, her mother, had given the Zhu Family two money-losing burdens.

Of course, the term "money-losing burden" was openly used by the other three major housekeepers.

Zhu Qianying, who had been labeled as one of these burdens by the housekeepers, was now sitting properly next to her mother, listening to the Master of the Zhu Family, her father, gesticulating and spitting while talking about the mysterious tycoon Yan of L City's wife selection process.

"The betrothal gifts are two hundred million, plus a future cooperation plan worth over ten billion. For every child born into the Yan Family, regardless of gender, a bonus of one hundred million."

The mention of money turned her father's unattractive eyes into bright spotlights which swiveled endlessly on his six daughters while he continually emphasized "betrothal gifts of two hundred million, a cooperation plan over ten billion..."

Zhu Qianying mouthed to herself. Forget about two hundred million, even if the price was reduced by a third, her father would have eagerly bundled up all of his daughters and sold them wholesale to Mr. Yan!

As for this Mr. Yan, Zhu Qianying had heard of him.

His background was said to be very mysterious, and all that was known was that he had influence in both righteous and other circles. His fortune was not listed in L City's ten wealthiest tycoons. But it wasn't because he didn't have enough money; in fact, his assets were said to be ten times those of the combined total of the top ten tycoons, so he simply disdained entry into those rankings.

"Whichever darling successfully marries Mr. Yan, her mother will be rewarded with one hundred million, plus you can make any unreasonable demand!"

Zhu Qianying who had been daydreaming about Mr. Yan and the betrothal gifts, perked up when she heard that last part. Her usually drooping head shot up, and her Feng Shui body was suddenly sitting ramrod straight!

One hundred million!

Plus an unreasonable request!

Ah, I'll go for this gamble, for my dear mother, I'm going all in!

And so, three days later, Zhu Qianying, having passed a series of tests and obstacles, now stood, along with nine other beauties, in front of a cliff that was almost perpendicular to the ground.

Zhu Qianying looked up, her hand on her hip while the other shaded her eyes, scanning the cliff—which she heard was several hundred meters high—and swore under her breath.

Mr. Yan, are you looking for a wife or a special forces soldier?

The first round of screening was seemingly the most normal. One thousand beauties were made to dance in the scorching desert sun, wearing beautiful gowns and high heels.

In that round, Zhu Qianying thought Mr. Yan was looking for a dancer!

The second round of selection had three hundred beauties dress in chef's uniforms to showcase their skills in a kitchen set up in the desert.

This round, Zhu Qianying thought Mr. Yan was looking for a cook!

The third round of selection was an obvious show of vanity, having fifty beauties immediately put pen to paper to write calligraphy.

This round, Zhu Qianying thought Mr. Yan was looking for a calligraphy master!

The fourth round of selection had thirty beauties thrown into an animal park and left there for a day, specifically to serve the lions and tigers, almost scaring the women out of their minds!

This round, Zhu Qianying thought Mr. Yan was looking for an animal tamer!

In the present fifth round, they were dropped somewhere desolate, with nothing but a cliff, by a helicopter early in the morning, along with nine other surviving beauties.

Just tell me, Mr. Yan, are you sure your brain is working properly?

[Dear fairies, Zhu Zi's new article "Chasing Wife 99 times: Ning Shao, Addicted to Pampering" has started. It is full of exciting plot twists, very sweet and pampering moments, and makes people feel loved to the bone after reading it! Also, occasionally Zhu Qianyu and the two Ji brothers appear. If you happen to pass by, please give it a bookmark and a vote! Zhu Zi loves you all as always! Mwah!]