Chapter 231: Perfect Male God

In a neighboring villa not far from Wang Haoran’s, the lights in Liu Yue’s study cast a soft golden hue across her poised figure. She’d just wrapped up a concise market analysis for tomorrow’s trends, typing out a few clean lines of professional insight. At the end of the message, she appended a cheeky line: “Husband, what do you think?” Her fingers hovered above the send button. This was meant for a private message to the one and only “Peerless Stock God.”

But just before she hit send, a red dot blinked on her screen.

Her idol had posted a new Weibo update.

She immediately tapped into his feed.

The moment she saw the post, Liu Yue gasped aloud. “His body’s this good?!”

Compelled by admiration—and no small dose of curiosity—she scrolled through the photos repeatedly. Her gaze lingered on the shot that showed off his defined abs. Eight perfect segments of muscle, not a single flaw. She stared for a long time, heartbeat faintly quickening.

【Ding, host, using the ‘Peerless Stock God’ alias, has stirred the heart of female lead Liu Yue. Gained 100 Villain Points.】

Only after indulging herself with the photos did she start reading the text. Judging from the post’s tone and content, she could tell “Peerless Stock God” was a man of intense discipline and tireless effort. Otherwise, how could he maintain such a flawless physique?

“No wonder he’s so precise in predicting market movements… Seems like it’s not just talent—he actually works for it,” she murmured to herself. “Compared to him, I’ve really been slacking off. I need to step up. I’ve got to learn from him.”

She clenched her fists and gave herself a silent pep talk.

“Wow, Fifth Sister, I can’t believe you’re ogling a hunk!” Qiu Qianwei’s teasing voice floated in as she bounded over.

Flustered, Liu Yue scrambled to explain. “Seventh Sister, stop spouting nonsense. I was just scrolling through Weibo.”

“Oh yeah? Then let me take a look.” Qiu Qianwei snatched the phone and squinted at the photo. “Hmm… this body looks fake.”

“How is it fake?” Liu Yue retorted. “It’s practically perfect.”

“That’s the problem,” Qiu Qianwei replied, deadpan. “It’s too perfect. It looks edited.”

Liu Yue frowned. “You’re saying these are Photoshopped?”

Her sister nodded. “There’s too much fake stuff online. Especially on social media. Haven’t you heard of internet idols who look stunning until you see them in real life and they collapse like sandcastles in the sun?”

“Fair,” Liu Yue muttered, slowly nodding. She had to admit Qiu Qianwei had a point. The internet was rife with deception.

Qiu Qianwei, still curious, glanced down and spotted the unsent message draft Liu Yue had written: “Husband, what do you think?”

“Fifth Sister, don’t tell me you’re in an online relationship?” she exclaimed.

“What? Fifth Sister’s dating online?” Ji Shuiyao, who had been quietly reading nearby, immediately perked up and walked over.

Two pairs of sharp eyes locked onto Liu Yue, who grew flustered under their scrutiny.

“It’s not like that,” Liu Yue insisted. “I just wanted to ask him a few questions, but he insisted I call him ‘Husband’ before he’d answer. That’s all.”

Ji Shuiyao’s tone shifted ever so slightly into disapproval. “Fifth Sister, you’re capable enough. Why go asking someone else for advice, especially if they’re using it to take advantage of you?”

Qiu Qianwei chimed in as well. “Exactly.”

Liu Yue sighed. “Well, I’ve made a couple of bad calls lately. I guess I’m a little gun-shy now. I just wanted a second opinion from someone more skilled, to be safe.”

“But you’re not relying on this for your livelihood,” Qiu Qianwei countered. “Why let someone exploit you just to be slightly more accurate in your forecasts?”

“Well, I’ve been posting these forecasts for years now—it’s just become second nature,” Liu Yue said with a helpless smile.

Ji Shuiyao softened a little. “You’ve always had a solid accuracy rate—seven or eight out of ten, right? That’s already exceptional. There’s no need to push for perfection.”

Qiu Qianwei added, “Besides, online people are better kept at arm’s length. What if you meet someone for real one day, and this online stuff gets dug up? You’ll be the one paying the price.”

Liu Yue felt a bit helpless under their tag-team scolding. Still, they weren’t entirely wrong. She sighed and relented, “Alright, alright, I won’t call anyone ‘husband’ on Weibo anymore.”

Ji Shuiyao handed her phone back. “The internet’s a dangerous place. Be careful who you talk to. And stop staring at edited photos. What’s the point if it’s fake?”

Liu Yue accepted the phone, but her eyes couldn’t help drifting back to the photo of the Peerless Stock God’s godlike physique. There was clear disappointment in her gaze.

“Fine. From now on, I’ll just assume every photo is edited,” she said with a hint of resignation.

Her two sisters nodded, satisfied, and returned to their own affairs.

Still, after being thoroughly lectured, Liu Yue didn’t end up sending the message to the Peerless Stock God.

Instead, she relied on her own judgment and wrote a detailed market analysis article, which she posted on Weibo.

—

The next morning.

As soon as Liu Yue awoke, she instinctively opened her Weibo app to check comments.

Before she even scrolled to her post, she noticed something new.

The Peerless Stock God had posted again.

This time, it was a short video uploaded at 5 a.m.

That was before sunrise—Liu Yue was still asleep at that hour.

The clip was edited together from different scenes, but the recording device displayed real-time timestamps.

In the video, the Peerless Stock God woke at 5 a.m., washed up, then spent half an hour working out. Afterward, he prepared breakfast, put on a suit and tie, then exited his luxurious home and got into a McLaren P1 parked in an underground garage.

The camera cut again, this time showing him seated in an expansive, high-end office. Just judging from the sheer scale of the place, it was obvious his company was massive—and his position, significant.

He wasn’t just a market genius—he was a young titan of the business world.

“This isn’t a photo. It’s a video. And I don’t see any beauty filters. This can’t be fake,” Liu Yue murmured, heart beating faster. “Looks like yesterday’s pictures weren’t edited after all…”

But even as a glimmer of joy bloomed inside her, it quickly faded. In the end, he was just someone online. Even if he was truly that exceptional, what did it matter? They had no real-world connection.

—

In an upscale office across town, Tang Bingyun was giving Wang Haoran a puzzled look.

“Why are you dressed like that today?” she asked, eyeing his tailored suit and neatly knotted tie.

Wang Haoran slipped his phone into his pocket. “Just felt like trying it out. What do you think? Not bad, right?”

Tang Bingyun gave him a sultry glance. “Not bad? You look devastatingly handsome.”

Wang Haoran noticed a trace of fatigue in her face. “Do you always get to work this early?”

“Yeah. I’m usually up by five, in the office by six-thirty. I don’t leave until eight or nine at night. Even then, I still have documents to review. I’m lucky if I get five hours of sleep.” She shot him a mock glare. “And ever since I started seeing you, even five hours is a luxury.”

Wang Haoran grinned. “Then next time we meet, we’ll just chat and let you rest properly.”

“You dare,” she said, eyes flashing.

—

That morning, Liu Yue arrived at an investment firm.

In addition to her position as a finance professor, she was also a special guest analyst for this company. Her hours were flexible—she came and went as she pleased.

With no classes today, she decided to stop by.

As she made her way through the building, she caught snatches of gossip among the female employees.

“Wow, that guy’s eight-pack is insane. He looks so powerful.”

“Don’t be such a thirsty hoe in broad daylight. You looking to get wrecked?”

“So what if I am?”

“Honestly, I’m tempted too.”

“McLaren P1. Must be loaded.”

“Obviously. He’s the Stock God. That car’s probably his cheapest.”

“My god, did you see that office? Massive.”

“He’s so perfect. If only he were my boyfriend…”

The topic of every conversation was the Peerless Stock God.

This was, after all, an investment firm—everyone here kept a close eye on market news. His Weibo had exploded in popularity almost overnight. The posts he’d made were causing waves in their circles.

Listening to the infatuated chatter, Liu Yue couldn’t help but smile to herself. She admired the man, too, but unlike these women, she hadn’t lost all reason.

Still, someone like him surely had a girlfriend already, right?

These women were drooling over an internet personality—was that really necessary?

She brushed the thought aside and returned to her office.

At 9:30 a.m., the market opened.

Liu Yue stared intently at the fluctuations. Just as she’d predicted in her Weibo analysis the night before, the movements played out exactly as she’d anticipated.

Another accurate forecast. It helped restore some of her shaken confidence.

Her skills were solid. Occasional misjudgments were inevitable, but nothing to worry about.

To avoid any future reputation damage, Liu Yue had resolved: she’d still post analysis, but never recommend specific stocks.

That way, even if she got something wrong, her credibility would remain intact.

After making a few purchases, she stepped away from her screen. Since she couldn’t sell until tomorrow under the T+1 rule, there was no point in monitoring the market further.

She made a cup of coffee and headed to the rooftop terrace.

It was spacious, lined with tables and large umbrellas—an exclusive rest area mostly used by high-level staff.

Liu Yue settled into a chair, soaking up the gentle sunlight.

Across from her sat Li Rong, one of the firm’s lead traders. In her early thirties, attractive in a mature, businesslike way. The two women got along well—more than colleagues, less than best friends.

“This Peerless Stock God seems like a real powerhouse in the finance world,” Li Rong remarked, scrolling through his Weibo. “I wonder who he is in real life.”

“You tell me,” Liu Yue replied with a sigh. “I wish I knew.”

Li Rong teased, “I saw you call him ‘husband’ on Weibo. I thought you already had the inside track.”

Liu Yue flushed. “It’s exactly because I don’t know him that I had no shame saying that. If I met him in real life, I’d die of embarrassment.”

Li Rong chuckled, then suddenly grew focused as she typed something into her phone.

A few minutes later, she declared, “Done.”

“Done with what?” Liu Yue asked.

“I sent him a private message. Asked if he wants to meet up.”

“You what?!” Liu Yue blinked in shock. “Sister Rong, isn’t that a bit… bold?”

With a calm, experienced tone, Li Rong replied, “Once you reach my age, you stop beating around the bush. If you like someone, just go for it.”

Liu Yue paused, then remembered something. Her friend had always been eager to settle down.

Li Rong was talented, successful, with high standards. But the pool of eligible men in their industry was limited.

No wonder she was still single in her thirties.

“But what if he already has a girlfriend?” Liu Yue asked.

Li Rong rolled her eyes. “That’s your naivete talking. Whether he does or doesn’t is still unknown. But there’s nothing wrong with me making the first move. If he turns me down, I’ll just walk away.”

As she spoke, she refreshed the Peerless Stock God’s Weibo.

Suddenly, her eyes lit up. “Looks like I’ve got good timing!”

“What do you mean?” Liu Yue asked, curious.

“Check his new post.”

Liu Yue quickly pulled out her phone.

It was a video—him playing guitar and singing a love ballad.

His skill was exceptional. The melody, the vocals, the feeling—every note was intoxicating.

Beneath the video was a short caption: “I’ve played this song a hundred times. When will I finally sing it for the one?”

“He’s single,” Liu Yue whispered, pulling the crucial line from the text.

His follower count was already nearing seven million.

And now, the comments section was exploding.

“Hope Daddy finds Mommy soon!”

“That voice… I’m melting…”

“Location: XXXX. Hubby, come find me.”

“36-24-36, let’s date!”

“Thank you, hubby. I love this!”

“Hubby hubby, I want to bear your babies!”

Liu Yue couldn’t help but laugh at the chaos.

Still… he really was too perfect. Genius stock predictions, a flawless physique, and now, a voice like a siren.

If someone like him became your boyfriend, you’d be over the moon.

【Ding, female lead Liu Yue’s Favorability toward host’s ‘Peerless Stock God’ persona has increased by 10. Current total: 50 (Budding Affection).】

As Liu Yue drifted off into fantasy, Li Rong waved a hand in front of her. “Yue? Come help me take a few photos.”

“Huh? What?” Liu Yue snapped back to reality.

Li Rong narrowed her eyes. “Don’t tell me… you’ve fallen for my dream guy too?”

“No! Of course not!” Liu Yue protested.

Li Rong smirked. “Uh-huh. You’re a terrible liar.”

Blushing, Liu Yue mumbled, “Sister Rong…”

“Relax, I’m not mad. I’m realistic—I know someone like him probably wouldn’t look twice at me. I’m just taking a shot.”

She looked Liu Yue up and down. “But you? You’ve got a real chance, if you make a move.”

“Me? No way,” Liu Yue shook her head. “I could never be that forward. What if he rejects me? I’d die of shame.”

Li Rong passed her the phone. “Just make sure I look gorgeous in these.”

“Okay, okay,” Liu Yue said, stifling a laugh as she began taking photos.

At first, the poses were normal. Casual, everyday shots.

But gradually, Li Rong started showing more cleavage.

“Sister Rong… isn’t this going a bit too far?” Liu Yue asked, unsure whether to laugh or scold.

“Come on, my face isn’t flawless. I’ve got to play to my strengths. How else am I supposed to catch a man’s attention?”

Liu Yue couldn’t argue with that logic.

Once the photos were done, Li Rong picked her favorites and sent them via private message, inviting the Peerless Stock God to meet in person. The location? His choice. The subtext was clear—she was willing to go to him, no matter how far.

Liu Yue was shocked at how bold the message was.

Was she not worried she’d travel all that way just to get… taken advantage of and left?

She’d read plenty of stories like that online.

Minutes later, Li Rong received a reply.

She’d been rejected.

Liu Yue felt an inexplicable sense of joy.

Li Rong was attractive and successful, yet she still got turned down.

That could only mean the Peerless Stock God wasn’t the type to play around.

Given the nature of the invitation, any man would’ve known what she was offering. Most would have jumped at the chance.

But he didn’t.

In that moment, Liu Yue labeled him: a decent, honorable man.

Still, she was careful not to show her delight.

“Don’t be too upset, Sister Rong. You’ll find someone even better,” she said gently.

Li Rong sighed but quickly bounced back. She’d known the odds weren’t in her favor from the start.

“Yue, I’ve got no shot. If you’re interested, you should make a move,” Li Rong nudged her, not wanting to see a good thing go to waste on an outsider.

“I’ll think about it,” Liu Yue murmured. She still wanted to learn more about the man behind the persona.

—

That afternoon, Liu Yue returned to campus for a lecture.

After class ended, she packed her things and walked up to a desk near the front.

A figure lay sprawled across it, dozing.

“Wake up,” she said, tapping the table.

Wang Haoran lifted his head, blinking sleepily. “Professor Liu… you’re not here to take back my special privileges, are you?”

Her face remained cool. “No. Follow me.”

Without another word, she turned and walked out.

Wang Haoran stood and followed.

Moments later, they arrived in a private office.

Liu Yue didn’t bother with small talk. She opened Weibo on her phone and pulled up a familiar account.

“This is your master’s profile, isn’t it?”

Wang Haoran feigned shock. “Professor Liu, how did you know?!”

His reaction only confirmed her suspicion.

Only someone like the Peerless Stock God could have trained a disciple like Wang Haoran.

“Tell me about him,” she said.

Wang Haoran, knowing her heart was already swaying, played along. “I told you before—I can’t reveal his real identity.”

“I’m not asking for his name,” Liu Yue said smoothly. “Just his preferences. His personality. That doesn’t violate your promise.”

“Hmm…”

Pretending to hesitate, he let the silence stretch.

“If you don’t talk,” she warned, “I’ll make sure you get a failing grade every three days.”

Wang Haoran put on a pained expression. “Professor, isn’t that a bit much?”

She smiled faintly. “So? Are you going to talk or not?”

He sighed. “Fine. Ask away. I’ll tell you what I can.”

Liu Yue’s eyes glinted with triumph.

Got you, brat.

“What are his hobbies?” she asked.

“Reading. Music. Fitness,” Wang Haoran replied.

“And his personality?”

“Sunny, confident, broad-minded, generous, funny, focused, attentive, considerate, idealistic, responsible, moral, capable—”

Liu Yue blinked at the rapid-fire list. “Is he really that amazing?”

Wang Haoran nodded solemnly. “Absolutely. He’s a god-tier man. If I were a girl, I’d be head over heels.”

Convinced by his sincerity, Liu Yue didn’t question it.

“Does he have a lot of women around him?” she asked, voice a little tight.

“Of course. He’s incredible—plenty of women chase after him. But he’s got high standards. He’s not interested in just anyone.”

Liu Yue couldn’t help but feel a flicker of joy. Without thinking, she asked, “Do you think someone like me… would be his type?”

The moment the words left her mouth, regret followed.

But it was too late to take them back.

And Wang Haoran was already smiling.