Binhai City.
"Golden Couple 1 vs 100" — the nation's largest matchmaking gala.
The first thing Jiang Xun smelled when he woke up was an overwhelming mix of at least a dozen luxury perfumes.
He opened his eyes—and froze.
All he could see were legs. No, not just legs—people. Women. Nothing but women.
Above him hung a dazzling crystal chandelier. Beneath him, a marble floor polished to a mirror shine.
But none of that mattered.
What mattered was the view—everywhere he looked, beautiful women. Long legs, slim waists, perfect curves. Each one could have been a social media superstar back in his old world.
Some wore sharply tailored business suits, exuding the aura of corporate elites. Others were in graceful designer dresses, their sophistication radiating through every gesture.
Every woman stood tall, poised, smiling that practiced, dignified smile—though beneath the composure, their eyes burned with barely hidden desire.
The staccato click of high heels echoed like a Gatling gun, filling the room with restless tension.
"What the hell… I transmigrated?"
A flood of foreign memories crashed into Jiang Xun's mind.
In this parallel world, the ratio of men to women was 1 to 10,000.
Men had become an endangered species—rarer than pandas.
And he, Jiang Xun, had been chosen as one of the "Heaven's Sons," here to participate in a state-organized elite matchmaking event.
In short—he was here to choose a wife.
He leaned back into the velvet sofa, stretching lazily as a smirk played on his lips. In an instant, he slipped into his "apex predator" mode.
This whole setup? It was clearly made for showing off—and showing off happened to be his specialty.
The moment he moved, the entire room of women seemed to freeze.
The goddesses who had been trying so hard to appear calm suddenly panicked. One by one, they straightened their backs, lifted their chins, desperate to draw his attention.
Their intentions were obvious.
Jiang Xun gave a lazy wave of his hand."Introduce yourselves."
The first to move was a woman in a crisp white suit. With her gold-rimmed glasses and firm tone, she looked every bit the part of a top-tier attorney.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Jiang. My name is Lin Sihan. I'm a senior partner at a major law firm. My annual salary is in the eight figures. I specialize in commercial disputes and—" she hesitated for effect, "—prenuptial agreements. I can ensure you avoid unnecessary troubles."
"You're already talking about prenups? Lady, are we about to start arguing already? Next."
Jiang Xun didn't even raise his eyes. He tapped his fingers idly on the sofa armrest and muttered,"Too noisy."
Lin Sihan's face flushed crimson. The speech she had rehearsed vanished down her throat, and she withdrew awkwardly.
Jiang Xun's gaze drifted over the crowd—dozens of beautiful faces, each one stiff with anxiety—until it landed on a figure standing at the very back.
Even in the farthest, dimmest corner, she shone.
She wore a flawlessly tailored black Chanel skirt suit that sculpted her body with effortless elegance—enough to tempt, but never cheapen.
Her legs, wrapped in sheer stockings, extended gracefully into seven-centimeter black heels. Every inch of her radiated icy authority.
The Queen of Frost herself—Mu Qingxue.
"You. Come here."
His calm voice cut through the room like a command.
Instantly, every pair of envious, bitter, resentful eyes turned toward her.
Mu Qingxue's body trembled ever so slightly. She clearly hadn't expected to be chosen first.
Taking a deep breath, she stepped forward. The rhythm of her heels echoed with unshakable confidence—the walk of a woman used to commanding empires.
Damn… that presence. That figure. Absolute perfection. Just those legs could keep me happy for a year.
Jiang Xun whistled silently to himself, though his expression remained as cool as ever.
Mu Qingxue stopped before him and bowed—precisely ninety degrees.
That elegant bow, paired with her frosty aura, created a striking contrast.
The billionaire CEO who could crush corporations with a word now looked as humble as an intern at her first interview.
As she bent forward slightly, the neckline of her blouse revealed a flash of breathtaking white.
Now that's what I call assets.
Holding a sleek metallic folder in both hands, she offered it respectfully.
"Mr. Jiang, my name is Mu Qingxue."
Her voice was soft and melodic, but the faint tremor in her tone betrayed her nerves.
"I own three luxury penthouses in Tomson Riviera and eight limited-edition supercars—all fully paid off, no loans."
She hesitated, then added, voice barely above a whisper,"Besides that… I'm very good at taking care of people."
"I can learn to cook whatever dishes you like—no repeats. I've trained in professional massage therapy. I'll make sure that every morning, when you open your eyes, you'll see me—perfectly made up."
"I'll accompany you to all social events. I can learn to play games with you. I won't go clubbing with friends or engage in unnecessary contact with other men."
Her voice grew smaller and smaller, her face turning pink. She bit her lip, hesitated—and then, with a whisper like a mosquito, said:
"When you come home from work… I'll kneel by the door and help you change your shoes."
"What?! Kneel and change shoes? Lady, are you serious? You're a queen, not a maid! This script is way off!"
Before Jiang Xun could even respond, another woman in a blazing red dress rushed forward.
"Mr. Jiang! Don't listen to her! She's a block of ice! Pick me instead—I'll make every day feel like heaven!"
Jiang Xun didn't even glance at her.
"Out."
The single word hit like a gunshot.
The red-dressed beauty froze mid-step, her smile collapsing. She turned and left, more humiliated than Lin Sihan had been.
Mu Qingxue's tense shoulders loosened a little.
Jiang Xun turned back to her. His eyes were calm, but his tone was deliberate.
"You're not finished."
She blinked in surprise, then hurriedly continued,"These are my personal equity certificates—3.7% of Tianqi Financial Holdings. If you agree, I can transfer all my assets to your name today."
Oh-ho, she even comes with premium DLC? Impressive. Her ambition's almost as big as her—portfolio.
Around them, every other woman's face turned stormy.
"Is she insane? She's selling her company shares for this?"
Fear flickered across their eyes.
Jiang Xun didn't take the folder. Instead, he shifted in his seat, crossing his legs in a casual sprawl.
"How's your cash flow?"
That question hit harder than the last.
Real estate and equity were one thing—but liquid assets were what truly measured wealth.
Mu Qingxue stiffened. She hadn't expected him to go that deep. But she had come prepared.
"My annual income is fifty million yuan—excluding dividends and investments," she replied steadily.
Then she took a breath and dropped the bombshell that made every woman in the hall gasp.
"After marriage, I'll close my personal accounts. All my income will go directly into your household account. I'll keep only a supplementary card—with a limit of one thousand yuan—for daily necessities."
"WHAT?! She's giving him fifty million a year and keeping a thousand for herself? That's not love, that's martyrdom! A thousand barely buys tampons!"
Jiang Xun was stunned.
He remembered his past life—working himself to death for a few thousand a month.
And now, a billionaire goddess was begging to give him millions—and asking to live on pocket change.
This… this is heaven.
Mu Qingxue waited anxiously. Sweat beaded on her flawless forehead. Her icy mask was cracking.
Was something wrong?
Not enough money? Not enough sincerity?
The women behind her whispered viciously.
"She's doomed.""Serves her right—who'd want a cold woman like her anyway?"
Just as Mu Qingxue thought she might faint from tension, Jiang Xun finally leaned forward.
The faint scent of his cologne enveloped her, and her heart skipped a beat.
His lips curved into a teasing smile.
"Excellent conditions," he murmured.
Then he added, voice low and deliberate:
"Your résumé is… very wet."
Mu Qingxue's face turned scarlet—from her cheeks down to her ears.
She knew exactly what he meant.
"Alright," Jiang Xun said, voice dripping with amusement. "Basic interview's over. Next comes the stress test."
He leaned even closer, his voice dropping to a whisper only she could hear.
"Tell me—what are your thoughts on an open marriage?"