My aunt is a magical girl, and so am I.

Chapter 31 Taking it all!

Life is sometimes full of ups and downs.

Just moments ago I was in a coffee shop discussing money laundering with a debtor who owed six million, and now I'm about to step into a capitalist's office to talk about dreams.

Chu Sheng walked to the front desk in the lobby on the first floor, looked up at the desk with his small face, and said, "Hello, I'm looking for the Minister of External Propaganda!"

The receptionist looked up, paused for a moment, then seemed to recognize her, a hint of affection flashing in her eyes.

Oh no, the GIF of her hugging her legs and crying might have spread much wider than she thought.

The receptionist quickly smiled again: "Do you have an appointment?"

"No," Chu Sheng gritted his teeth, "but I have her business card."

She took out the black business card with gold lettering from a small bag on the side of her skirt and handed it over with both hands.

The receptionist took the business card, glanced at it, and immediately became serious: "Please wait a moment, I'll contact the Secretariat of the External Publicity Department for you."

"Hello, Secretariat, first floor reception. A magical girl has come to visit, introducing herself as... Miss Lilith, yes, she's carrying the Minister's personal business card... Okay, understood."

After hanging up the phone, the receptionist gave Chu Sheng a slightly subtle look: "Ms. Lilith, please take the VIP elevator on the right to the 98th floor. The department head is waiting for you."

Chu Sheng's heart skipped a beat. She was waiting for me? Shangguan Fengyi really hadn't given up on me!

She nodded indifferently, turned and walked towards the VIP elevator, her little leather shoes clicking on the polished marble floor.

As soon as he entered the elevator, Chu Sheng completely lost his composure.

"Wuhu!"

She hopped on the spot, holding the small parasol.

Do you even know what a ninety-eight-story building means?

Do you even know what a foreign propaganda department is?

Do you even know what high-level reception means?

Capitalists still have to hand over the equipment with both hands, begging and pleading for her to become the number one V-circle in Haicheng.

The elevator car was made entirely of mirrored metal. Chu Sheng straightened his collar in front of the mirror and then adjusted his pigtails.

She didn't wear heavy makeup today, just touched up her eyeliner and lip color. After all, it was a formal occasion, and she wanted Shangguan Fengyi to see her business potential and versatility.

"bite."

The elevator arrived at the ninety-eighth floor. The moment the doors opened, Chu Sheng's expression turned aloof again.

The people from the Foreign Propaganda Department's secretariat were already waiting at the door; it was the same clumsy, bespectacled secretary from last time. Her eyes lit up when she saw Chu Sheng.

"Miss Lilith, please come with me."

Chu Sheng followed behind her and couldn't help but ask, "How is the chairperson's mood today?"

The secretary paused, looking somewhat troubled: "A minister's mood is generally not determined by objective factors."

"Then what decides that?"

"If I had known, I wouldn't have almost been fired," the secretary sighed quietly.

She walked to the door, cleared her throat, and knocked gently three times: "Minister, Miss Lilith has arrived!"

A cold female voice came from inside the door: "Come in."

The secretary opened the door and gestured for Chu Sheng to enter. Chu Sheng took a deep breath and went inside.

The door closed gently behind her. Then, she saw Shangguan Fengyi.

This office still exudes the opulence of a villain's lavish party. Pure white carpets, gold-threaded upholstery, crystal chandeliers, a genuine leather throne, and panoramic views of the seaside city through floor-to-ceiling windows.

Shangguan Fengyi leaned lazily against the wide throne, her bright red business suit like a second skin, tightly wrapping around her tall and voluptuous body.

The suit jacket was pushed up high, the silk shirt underneath was stretched to the point of tearing, and the buttons looked like loaded bullets. Chu Sheng felt that they would be blown into his face at any second.

The high-waisted pencil skirt cinched her slender waist, but suddenly opened up at her hips in a breathtakingly wide arc. The hem of the skirt barely reached her knees, revealing her plump and firm thighs encased in black velvet stockings.

Her right leg was elegantly crossed over her left, her red patent leather high heels dangling in mid-air, swaying gently; her golden curly hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her emerald green eyes were slightly lowered, not even glancing at Chu Sheng.

She casually flipped through the documents in her hand, her nails were bright red, her red lips were slightly pursed, and she exuded a powerful aura that was suffocating.

Chu Sheng almost stood at attention, but seeing that she didn't speak, he had no choice but to speak first: "Hello, Chairperson."

Shangguan Fengyi then raised her eyes.

"My current position is Minister of the External Propaganda Department," Shangguan Fengyi said calmly. "Within the branch office, we refer to each other by our official titles."

"Greetings, Minister." Chu Sheng immediately changed his address.

"sit."

Chu Sheng looked around and found that there was only a single chair in the center of the office, facing the throne, like an interrogation room specially prepared for suspects.

Chu Sheng had some doubts, but he still obediently sat down.

But after she sat down, she realized that the chair was a bit low. Shangguan Fengyi was sitting on the throne, and with her already tall figure and those stiletto heels that were at least ten centimeters high, the oppressive feeling of looking down at her was doubled.

Chu Sheng's gaze fell precisely between her crossed long legs and the edge of her red dress.

Shangguan Fengyi closed the file and tossed it onto the table: "What do you want?"

Chu Sheng had already prepared his speech. He cleared his throat and said, "Minister, I've gone back and researched the Vtuber industry, and I've also consulted some industry insiders. I believe that the Haicheng branch's external communication system currently faces three major pain points!"

Shangguan Fengyi raised an eyebrow: "Speak."

"First, the traditional virtual YouTuber market is saturated; fans are experiencing aesthetic fatigue and lack new emotional stimulation!"

After Chu Sheng finished speaking, he secretly observed Shangguan Fengyi's expression.

With nothing changed, she had no choice but to grit her teeth and continue speaking.

"Secondly, virtual YouTubers should use a lighter approach to consistently produce content, and they can combine the advantages of their magical girl identity with their virtual avatar!"

Shangguan Fengyi leaned back on the throne, her fingertips lightly tapping the armrest.

"Third," Chu Sheng sat up a little straighter, "I myself possess extremely strong potential for live streaming."

Shangguan Fengyi finally smiled—the kind of smile parents can't help but find adorable when they hear a primary school student say they want to get first place in the city at the end of the semester.

Chu Sheng panicked: "Don't laugh, I'm serious!"

"You mean by 'extreme potential'?" Shangguan Fengyi's red lips parted slightly, "Do you mean being eliminated in the first round of the talent show, or shamelessly clinging to my leg?"

Chu Sheng blushed and stammered, "That was an unexpected event! My luck was stolen by binge eating; it wasn't my normal performance!"

"Even without binge eating, you wouldn't have made it past the first round," Shangguan Fengyi said calmly. "You have no stage experience, no stable singing skills, no physical training, and you can't even grasp the most basic camera angles."

Chu Sheng gritted his teeth and whispered, "That's why I gave up the idol industry and came to you to borrow your equipment to become a virtual streamer."

Shangguan Fengyi's eyes flickered slightly; these were the words she had been waiting for.

The corridor outside the office was quiet, and the secretariat was separated by two doors, so no one could hear what was happening inside.

She quietly looked at the Gothic Lolita sitting on the low stool in front of her.

So small, so thin.

Her waist was cinched so tightly it could be encircled with one hand, her black-stockinged legs were pressed tightly together beneath the skirt, her fingers gripped the small parasol nervously, and she struck a defiant pose.

So pitiful, yet so beautiful!

She remembered the day of the audition, when the child cried so much that his makeup was ruined, and he rushed over to hug her leg, his little face pressed against her red dress, tears and snot streaming down his face.

From childhood to adulthood, no one dared to approach Shangguan Fengyi casually.

They feared her surname, her power, her wealth, and also the way she looked at people like they were trash.

When Lilith pounced on her, she looked like a little animal with nowhere to run. When her tear-streaked face turned up, Shangguan Fengyi felt her heart suddenly skip a beat.

From that moment on, she knew she had to have the child.

Take it all!