Miss Beautiful C.E.O and her system

Ling Qingyu had no idea that the modification spoken of by Miss System was on an entirely different spectrum and merely regarded it as a slight enhancement beyond the norm.

Otherwise, she would have felt honored to receive such treatment, akin to that of a head of state.

The aircraft was nothing short of an aerial fortress.

As it circled during taxiing before gradually coming to a stop, Xiao Yue unfastened her seatbelt, drawing Ling Qingyu's attention.

"Why are you preparing to leave so fast?" Ling Qingyu asked.

"No, I'm just taking care of your girls. You'll be in for a surprise," Xiao Yue replied.

"Oh." Ling Qingyu nodded and unfastened hers as well. She stood up and was about to reach for her belongings before remembering she had her girls to handle that.

Well, technically, nothing needed to be moved since they weren't planning to stay on the island for long.

The plan remained unchanged—first, the medical city, then the capital to meet with officials. Afterward, they would fly directly to the state of Country A, where Mo Yunxi and Yin Jingfei would study.

Through the window, Ling Qingyu caught a glimpse of vehicles and a group of people waiting for her.

She understood—they had to be top echelons welcoming her.

After all, their behavior and the reasons behind it were clear.

Given the outrageous buyout and complete ownership of an entire medical city—achieved without anyone noticing—these superiors had every reason to fear her identity.

One had to realize that the background of the medical city was heavily concealed, suppressing anyone aware of its true extent.

As an institute serving the global elite, its vast network and immeasurable resources were privileges that couldn't be acquired no matter how hard one tried. Those holding shares would never sell them, even for an outrageous price, due to the city's immense potential.

Under normal circumstances, sole ownership was impossible unless one was coerced or forced.

Yet, Ling Qingyu had achieved it effortlessly.

So, while she never liked blatant flattery, she held no negative first impression.

Or rather, it could be said that the officials' attempts to please her had succeeded.

First impressions mattered.

Moreover, it was a form of etiquette to welcome a significant figure, especially when their arrival had been announced in advance.

No one wanted ignorance or negligence to spiral into a massive misunderstanding that could ruin their careers.

A few Spirit Fox operatives accompanying her held her back, choosing to step ahead and assess the environment before deeming it safe for her to disembark.

Upon hearing their reasoning, Ling Qingyu was speechless.

Please—if someone had prepared well enough to kill her with a sniper, nothing in this situation could prevent it.

She appreciated their concern, but wasn't this treatment a bit too much?

It was on par with how top national officials were handled.

Not to mention, she was already wearing protective clothing and a talisman.

Yes, a talisman—an immortal life-saving artifact straight out of fantasy novels.

She had requested Tang Ziyi to research lost arts among the treasures they had won in the last auction.

While martial arts sutras were easily derived, techniques bordering on the supernatural—like the talisman—took much longer.

The talisman, embedded with a formation, was disguised as a simple necklace that would only activate in extreme danger—essentially, a life-and-death situation.

It could activate three times, with a two-day recovery period between uses.

Since everything depended on energy, Ling Qingyu had wondered—how had Tang Ziyi managed to achieve the talisman's effect without any spiritual aura?

Tang Ziyi's answer was simple: she had utilized starlight energy—either from the sun or the reflection of the moon.

In short, cosmic energy.

Unlike her previous successes, which had always amazed Ling Qingyu with their speed, this one had taken an extraordinary amount of time—despite the massive computational support from Athena—proving just how difficult the process had been.

Somehow, this talented goddess of war had managed to develop a replacement to supplement the missing spiritual aura.

In fact, the mechanism behind it had yet to be refined, and Athena was striving to improve it further—not just a shield that lasted mere seconds but one that could endure for minutes.

The product had not yet reached its maximum efficiency in energy utilization, nor had they fully grasped the mysteries of cosmic energy. There was still much potential to explore.

Of course, Ling Qingyu had not asked Athena and Tang Ziyi to dedicate too much of their efforts to mythical developments, as other sectors demanded practical advancements.

In any case, Ling Qingyu was safer than ever before, and the other girls also wore similar protective gear. The shield mechanism essentially granted each of them three lives.

Along with special clothing and top-tier military kits—yet to be fully equipped—everyone was practically a walking light-armored vehicle.

As her subordinates held her back, Ling Qingyu met the probing gazes of Mo Yunxi and Yin Jingfei.

She shrugged helplessly. She didn't like being placed on a pedestal, as it often led to unwanted attention, but her strength made it inevitable.

Fortunately, she wasn't explicitly speaking her thoughts. Else, everyone around would have the urge to smack someone's head.

She hadn't forgotten that her recent moves against the Qin family and others might have offended certain parties, possibly prompting them to place a bounty on her head.

On foreign soil, her political and business resources from Province N and her mother-in-law meant little. The only true protection she had was her powerful girls, armed to the teeth.

And perhaps Athena, acting as an intelligence agent—plus Elena, whose submarine's combat power was equivalent to one or two aircraft carrier groups.

"Elena, where are you right now?"

Mo Yunxi and Yin Jingfei didn't question who Ling Qingyu was talking to without a phone.

Having stayed in Ling Qingyu's residence and becoming more familiar with her world, they had discovered many technologies unknown to the outside world.

"Mom, just near the waters of the country you're in. I'm watching you from above through satellite connections," Elena replied. "Don't worry, I'll reduce any infrastructure to debris if you encounter danger. There are also other sisters, fully equipped to serve as a quick reaction force—Aegis vehicles and Virgin helicopters, enough to destroy the entire nation."

LING QINGYU: "…"

Ling Qingyu responded with a vague acknowledgment and thanked her "new daughter" for the concern.

Or perhaps she should be more grateful that Elena hadn't even considered the possibility of friendly fire while casually talking about leveling an entire nation.

Maybe sensing her mother's unease, Elena added, "Mom, you must trust our accuracy. It's pinpointed to a tolerance of less than one meter. We won't joke with your life."

"Sure, sure," Ling Qingyu muttered, pressing her fingers against her twitching forehead. She could feel Elena's eagerness for action.

She was now regretting whether she had stored too much firepower inside Elena.

What if her daughter suddenly unleashed everything?

Hearing about a small nation vanishing due to multiple asteroid strikes wouldn't be a good thing, right?

"Let's go. Everything is ready—safe and secure outside," Xiao Yue returned and nodded at Ling Qingyu, who rolled her eyes.

Safe and secure? What about two kilometers away? Could they see that far?

Xiao Yue understood the implication and responded, "There are reconnaissance tools to handle threats from a distance."

"Alas," Ling Qingyu sighed, lightly slapping her cheek in mild frustration. She still hadn't fully adapted to the rapid pace of technological advancements.

"Now, go meet the people," Xiao Yue cut off the chatter and practically pushed Ling Qingyu out.

Outside, a group of people lined up nervously, waiting for their visitor to step out of the aircraft.

Behind them, staff members, doctors, and nurses exchanged glances, silently communicating and gossiping about their future boss.

They had been dumbfounded when they first heard the news of a new boss practically parachuting in. Fortunately, their network had reached the executive level, allowing them to receive the rare firsthand information before their colleagues.

When Ling Qingyu declared her arrival by private jet, the executive leaders weren't too surprised—after all, nearly every wealthy individual they served owned an aircraft or chartered one.

In their perception, a private jet was merely a small one, with the largest being the smallest airliner.

However, when the jumbo Airbus A380 landed, their expectations were completely shattered.

The boss wasn't some wealthy royal family member from the Middle Kingdom, was she?

But according to their initial intelligence gathering, the boss was a young woman from an Eastern nation—someone they had assumed would be easy to deal with.

Now, Ling Qingyu's show of strength had frightened them into silence. No one dared to doubt that she had merely chartered a large aircraft because the plane bore the Spirit logo, imprinted on its skin.

After the aircraft's engines shut down and the ladder was set in place, the boss had yet to appear. Instead, several casually dressed women with strong, wild temperaments stepped out first, scanning the surroundings.

A few held devices in their hands, surveying the distance. The group had no idea what these women were doing.

Several of them approached closely, scanning the group and staying nearby.

The officials felt black lines forming over their foreheads.

Now they understood.

These weren't just attendants—they were security guards, monitoring them and searching for potential threats.

Although they knew that elites always traveled with personal security, this level of protection seemed excessive.

For those unaware of the visitor's identity, it would be easy to mistake this arrival for a head of state visiting their hospital.

Time passed until, finally, the true visitor descended the ladder.

They were all beautiful women.

However, everyone's attention remained fixed on the main protagonist.

They had seen her photos before coming here to welcome her, but in person, she was far more striking.

Compared to the other women, she strode down the stairs like a goddess, every step radiating the air of a superior.

Her blend of Eastern and Western features pleased their eyes and satisfied their aesthetic, and the waiting party's gazes gleamed with admiration.

Wow, working for a beautiful goddess didn't seem so bad—as long as their usual routines weren't disrupted.

Surely, doubts arose among a few who lacked foresight, wondering whose man was backing her.

After all, it was hard for a woman like Ling Qingyu to survive in her industries—especially one as extremely beautiful as her.

On the other hand, Ling Qingyu's sharp eyes locked onto the key figures.

Six individuals caught her attention at the forefront.

Doctor A, Doctor B, and Doctor C—all deans.

Manager A, Manager B, and Manager C—handling administrative matters.

Though she acknowledged the latter group, she much preferred the former.

Ling Qingyu: Why are all the names just A, B, and C?! You lazy author!

Author: Side characters have no human rights.

Passerby: Thank you very much. We know we're not human.

Author: Be satisfied with the treatment, hmph!

Ling Qingyu (pouting) : Baby feels wronged.