A Low Rank Female Goes Viral Across the Galaxy-Chapter 225: Love Letter

"But this is all just speculation on my part. We Beastmen are plenty strong. It won’t be so easy for those Alien Beasts to just invade with impunity.

But I’m used to thinking three steps ahead, so I want to build up the power you have on your side."

Jiang Qin shook her head. "My official Level is only C-level. They wouldn’t look twice at me even if they were blind.

That Ni Jia, on the other hand, might be a possibility. His eyes are full of ambition.

We could probably win him over if we pitched it as a partnership, but a relationship held together by self-interest could fall apart at any moment."

’Instead of finding an ally, I’d be digging my own grave.’

But Yun Xie disagreed. "If they can’t even see your worth, then they must be truly blind."

The thought of Jiang Qin being slighted made him extremely uncomfortable.

"Forget it. Who cares about some damn Imperial males? We don’t need them. I’ll go back and find you a few strong partners."

Jiang Qin was speechless. ’So if you can’t win on quality, you just go for quantity, huh?’

"We’ll see," she said.

’She didn’t want her schedule to be packed seven days a week, with not a single day off.

Besides, it’s not like she was desperate enough to take just anyone.’

Yun Xie didn’t say anything more.

He mentally reviewed the people he’d met, trying to recall who was strong and didn’t have a complicated, scheming mind.

His teammates were the first to come to mind, but they were still too young, their power a bit too raw and unrefined.

’They probably couldn’t even beat that bear...

After all, even if the bear’s beast form was a bit too defense-oriented, its power was nothing to sneeze at.’

...

Seeing him start to zone out again, Jiang Qin said nothing, simply staring worriedly at the pink envelope in her hand.

’Five men... who should I write to?’

’No matter who I pick, I’ll probably get flamed for it.’

’In the eyes of the Imperial people, I’m probably just a toad lusting after a swan.’

After some thought, she finally wrote down Yuan Ling’s name.

Her reasoning was simple: he was relatively low-key, not very famous, and surely didn’t have many fans.

By choosing him, she would get less hate.

If she chose someone like the movie star, the Prince, or the Young Marshal, the number of people cursing her out could probably circle Neptune ten times.

As for Ni Jia, he was an absolute no.

Choosing anyone else would just get her flamed. But if she chose Ni Jia and he, by some chance, went along with it, they’d end up successfully paired.

So, choosing Yuan Ling was the safe bet.

Given his personality, he probably wouldn’t give his love letter to her.

In the end, there was no way they would end up paired together.

Once she’d decided, Jiang Qin filled in her name and Yuan Ling’s, then dropped the letter into the mailbox outside the door.

***

The next morning, all the guests gathered in the living room on the first floor.

To the director’s left was a lottery box, and to his right sat a small box overflowing with love letters.

He smiled at the group. "How did everyone sleep last night?"

"Obviously, I slept terribly. That dump of a room isn’t even as big as my bathroom," Long Hao grumbled.

Ji Susu was also displeased. "The room was too spartan and cramped. How could anyone sleep well?"

The director, who had only intended to make polite small talk, was instantly embarrassed.

Although he was in an awkward position, he still rigidly changed the subject. "Ahem, I’m sure you’re all very curious to see if you received a love letter last night, aren’t you?

So, without further ado, our assistant will now hand out your love letters."

Seeing him completely dodge the topic, Long Hao rolled his eyes in disgust.

’He asks but won’t do anything about it. What’s the point of asking, you idiot director?’

Feeling a little guilty, the director simply turned his head and pretended not to see the guests’ displeasure.

Meanwhile, the deer-eared male beside him, Lu Er, clutched the box with a nervous expression and began to hand out the love letters.

"The first one... for Jiang Qingfeng."

"The second... for Jiang Qingfeng."

"The third and fourth... both for Jiang Qingfeng."

"And the fifth is for... Yuan Ling."

Yuan Ling, who had been trying to make himself invisible, froze for a second before reaching out to take it.

The faces of the other three male guests darkened.

Long Hao gritted his teeth and let out a cold laugh. "Heh heh heh..."

’Fine, just fine. What a bunch of pragmatic females. As soon as an SS-level male shows up, no one else is good enough, is that it?’

’They won’t even look at me, a Prince of the Imperial Family!!!’

He desperately wanted to turn and walk away, but he was afraid people would think he actually cared about getting one of those childish things.

Next was the sixth love letter. The deer-eared assistant, Lu Er, handed it to Denise.

She accepted it with a haughty expression. Natalie’s eyes darkened for an instant before she quickly regained her composure.

Then came the seventh...

Jiang Qin stared at the pink envelope in front of her, accepting it with some surprise.

’I can’t believe it. In a show filled with Imperial people, someone actually chose me?’

Then the eighth...

Jiang Qin carefully accepted it.

The ninth. She... she accepted it, a little uneasily.

The tenth... She no longer dared to look at the other women’s faces.

Even without looking up, she could feel the murderous glares.

Even the male guests were quite surprised. It seemed none of them had expected everyone to give their love letters to the female from the Federation.

Ni Jia hadn’t expected this either. What he had thought was a sure thing had gone so far off course.

It was one thing for her not to choose him, but for so many others to be competing for her!

At this thought, he couldn’t help but look at Jiang Qin with aggrieved eyes.

’What’s going on? Didn’t she cook him an An Xin dinner? Wasn’t that a sign of affection?’

’Who did she give her letter to? Jiang Qingfeng?’

It had to be said, in that moment, Ni Jia felt a pang of disappointment.

He had thought she was different, but it turned out she was just like most other women.

As for Jiang Qingfeng, he chose to give his love letter to Jiang Qin simply because hers was the only female guest’s name he remembered.

The reason was just that simple.

As for Long Hao, while he was proud, he also understood that with Jiang Qingfeng in the running, the women would definitely choose him.

He didn’t want to lose face, so rather than choose any of them, he simply picked Jiang Qin, the female from the Federation with the lowest Spiritual Power Level.

’She wouldn’t be delusional enough to choose Jiang Qingfeng, right?’

The reason Yuan Ling gave his love letter to Jiang Qin was because he was a big fan of her music.

Listening to her songs while he worked was always a balm to his soul.

He didn’t know any of the five women, so he just chose his favorite singer.

’It’s not like they’d end up picking each other, anyway...’

Now, in a huge mix-up, they had become the only couple to successfully choose each other.

The director announced with a broad smile, "Let’s congratulate Miss Jiang Qin and Mr. Yuan Ling on successfully choosing each other!

As a reward, they won’t need to draw a task card today. They simply need to go on a date for the day to complete their mission."

"And now for today’s new rule: all guests who brought a partner with them must separate from their partner for the day.

Because our next task is a date for two.

A three-person date is just a little too crowded."