"Goddess, what exactly do you like about this man? What are his good qualities?"

The Vault's tone turned cold, as if laced with frost: "What do I like about him? I like that he has a good body, is handsome, and rich. Is that not allowed? Anyone who keeps talking about irrelevant topics will be completely muted. This is a class. If you want to chat, find somewhere else."

"Teacher, why don't you go back to A University to teach?"

"Teacher, you can set a password for the livestream and post it on the campus network, so there won't be so many random viewers."

"Not going to teach at A University anymore." The Vault lifted her eyelids and glanced at the door, making sure Julian Grant wouldn't hear, then whispered, "My boyfriend is sulking, so I'm spending some time at home these days."

By the time Julian Grant saw all these bloody discussions, it was already the next day.

At noon the next day, he was sitting on the sofa browsing the news when Susan Scott directly sent him a web link. Afraid he wouldn't check it, she sent several more messages in a row.

Julian Grant was about to get angry, but clicked in out of habit, only to find that it was actually about him.

There were several photos in the post. The first two were selfies of a man's abs, the middle two were luxury cars and mansions, and the last two were extremely greasy selfies.

"@The Vault, I also have money, looks, and a great body, even a level above him. If you choose me, I guarantee I'll treat you better. What's so good about a wage earner? Let me take you for a ride in a luxury car every day."

Julian Grant read it twice, and was so amused by this Weibo post that he couldn't even find a place to start roasting it.

This guy was a fairly famous rich second-generation influencer online, who had dated quite a few girlfriends and attracted a group of fans with his outrageous wealth. In the comments, some people were calling him "husband," while others were arguing with him, making the whole place a mess.

Negative attention is still attention, and this kind of heated discussion clearly made him feel very pleased.

Julian Grant went back to the main page and searched, only to find several others had posted similar Weibo posts, blatantly trying to be the third party and steal his woman. Some were joking, some were chasing clout, and some were actually serious.

Julian Grant was instantly furious, propped one leg up on the coffee table, and stared coldly at those avatars, imagining them as real people and crushing them to pieces in his palm.

...Sometimes, the saying "when the king falls, the world turns cold" really makes sense. These people should go beg on the streets and experience what normal life is like.

Susan Scott: Boss, don't worry, we've already followed up!

Susan Scott: How could our Trident lose? These shameless guys are just slapping Trident in the face!

Susan Scott: The workers of Trident are not people they can mess with! Who does he think he is?

This time, Julian Grant didn't refuse. He took a deep breath and sent Susan Scott a big red envelope.

Susan Scott: Wow, thank you boss! Love you, mwah~

Julian Grant: Get lost!

Julian Grant was just about to start arguing with the other party when he refreshed the page and saw a message from The Vault.

Just now, The Vault had reposted that Weibo, adding: "Based on my recent studies in traditional Chinese medicine, your face shows signs of kidney deficiency. @Dr. Warren, Herbalist, is that right, teacher?"

The doctor she @'d also appeared and simply replied: "There is indeed a bit."

Netizens couldn't hold back and burst out laughing in the comments, bombarding the guy with all kinds of mocking memes, instantly hijacking the trending topic.

That man was furious and posted several insulting Weibo posts in a row, but netizens kindly advised him to seek medical attention in time, and even repaid evil with good by recommending well-known local men's hospitals.

"If you have kidney deficiency, you should drink Shenbao!"

"I suspect those muscles are fake. The plastic surgery industry is just too advanced."

"At this moment, I radiate saintly concern. After all, since you have kidney deficiency, how could I bear to insult you further?"

"Even though you're a man, I allow you to admit you're not up to it."

All the anger Julian Grant hadn't let out was completely dispelled by the replies below. He chuckled a couple of times, then saw that the official Trident account had also posted a Weibo.

"Since its founding, Trident has always followed the call of the nation, taking a development path close to the grassroots. Even the company's management has always remembered the Trident spirit. The main person in charge of the [Live Crime Scene] project, Mr. Grant, leads by example, participating in frontline R&D and personally experiencing project execution multiple times..."

The attached photo was a side profile of Julian Grant in a suit, taken candidly at the annual meeting under dazzling lights.

The person in the photo had sharp, defined features, long eyelashes, and bright eyes. The corners of his lips held a slight smile, making him look both sunny and gentle.

"Holy crap! Holy crap!!"

"How could I not recognize greatness when I see it!"

"I am deeply moved by the Trident spirit, and a line of hot tears runs down my cheek."

"I've seriously understood the Trident spirit... So is this Q-ge? Is it?!"

"Next month, I want to see this person's company go bankrupt. Trident, don't let me down. You're a big boss now, you need to learn the skills of a domineering CEO."

"Handsome? Must have been a koi in a past life to earn this."

The Vault walked out of the study and made a "huh" sound at him.

Julian Grant immediately put on a cold face, acting furious.

The Vault laughed: "You're really angry? Why are you looking at Weibo?"

"Of course I'm angry! It's one thing for them to talk about me—just a bunch of materialists celebrating themselves. But for them to talk about you... that's an insult! Why should they? They should take a good look at themselves in the mirror!"

As he spoke, the anger he'd suppressed flared up again, and he almost wanted to jump online and start a fight with those people.

The Vault said calmly, "Then let's just get married."

"Is that a solution? Get married—get married..." Julian Grant got stuck halfway, and after chewing over those two words and swallowing them, his face started turning red inch by inch, his eyes wide as he stared at The Vault in disbelief.

Damn, that's it?

How can that be?

It was as if ten thousand machine guns were firing in Julian Grant's mind, turning his rationality into a bamboo basket full of holes.

The Vault found it funny: "What's wrong?"

"Ah—" Julian Grant shouted, lunged over and covered her mouth, not caring if he lost his composure, and yelled, "Take it back! Take back what you just said!"

The Vault raised her eyebrows, asking with her eyes what he meant.

Julian Grant panicked, suddenly remembered something, pushed The Vault onto the sofa, and said anxiously, "Wait here. Sit and don't move, absolutely don't move!"

He quickly ran back to his room, got down on the floor, and reached under the bed.

Ever since The Vault found something in his bedside drawer last time, he'd switched to a safer hiding spot. Following Mr. Grant's advice, he chose under the bed, a place The Vault couldn't reach.

Julian Grant successfully found a velvet box, clutched it in his hand, and walked out. He stopped at the door, coughed, then slowly walked over to The Vault.

The Vault's gaze lingered on his hand, then she looked away as if nothing had happened and stood up.

The two stood face to face, solemn and serious, as if they were handing over some revolutionary task.

Julian Grant struggled several times but couldn't get the first sentence out.

I like you?

—Too cliché.

Marry me.

—No lead-up.

So what should the lead-up be? Spring flowers and autumn moon, or vows of eternal love?

Julian Grant was flustered, and when he got flustered he wanted to scratch his hair, messing up his neatly combed black hair.

The Vault waited for a long time, really couldn't wait any longer, but didn't dare interrupt him like last time, so she lowered her head and secretly laughed.

Julian Grant's eyes immediately turned red, and he tried to act tough: "Don't laugh!"

The Vault nodded: "Okay."

It felt like a whole century passed.

Julian Grant took out the ring from the box, his fingers trembling a bit, and said very seriously, "Will you marry me? I'm willing to listen to you for the rest of my life..."

The Vault said, "Of course."

Julian Grant couldn't care about anything else and hurriedly put the ring on her.

When the silver band slipped onto her finger, Julian Grant felt his heart finally settle, and his overheated brain cooled down.

He tried to think for a while but couldn't remember what he'd just said. Seeing The Vault looking down at the ring, he dumbly asked, "Is there something wrong with this process?"

The Vault thought if he kept overthinking, he'd burn out his own brain, and couldn't help but laugh: "It's not your problem, it's mine. I'm just not reserved enough."

Julian Grant opened his mouth but made no sound. His eyes were a little moist as he pulled The Vault into his arms, resting his chin on her shoulder and neck, and said in a low voice, "I'll treat you well. I'll definitely be the best person to you in this world."

The Vault replied softly, "Mm."

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