My CEO Harem Cultivation System

When they had first met… things didn't go well at all. That was the truth of things and yet Bo Lifen threw one last look at the balcony where Li Yang was before she was dragged by Ning Bi to one of their own tables.

"I should have asked him…" Bo Lifen muttered underneath her breath.

"Asked him what?"

Bo Lifen sat down in one of their chairs and picked up a menu. "You know Bo Ling's milktea shop?"

"Of course, Bo Ling offered to hire me there. It's ridiculous when he treated Hua Zhao and didn't even offer to do the same.." Ning Bi snickered slightly, before she cleared her throat. "What about it?"

Bo Lifen stared at the younger. "I don't really mind if the three of you have your own little disagreements, but you really should settle whatever it is that's going on between you guys."

Ning Bi pursed her lips, but then clasped her fingers. "We're not here to talk about me—who was the guy earlier?"

"You don't recognize him?" Bo Lifen blinked. "Did my brother not mention him before?"

"Wait… is he that guy who was supposed to be insanely rich?" Ning Bi lifted a brow. She faintly recalled something and then called for a waiter. "I wouldn't have expected that people like him would get involved in cultivation and the spiritual world in the first place… unless he's trying to obtain immortality. He's trying to obtain immortality, isn't he?" 

"Who's not trying to obtain immortality?"

"Uh, those who trust the wheel of reincarnation?" Ning Bi replied without missing a beat. "And the factions who believe in those are the Hua and Bo family, along with others, so I can't see why you answered like that." 

Bo Lifen managed a small smile. "You got me—but for a man like him who has a business empire on his shoulders… What's not to like about managing one's business for as long as he likes? If he gets bored, then he could drop it at a hat and then do something else if he wanted to."

"Oh, you're comparing him to kings and rulers that want to keep their sovereignty?" Ning Bi propped a hand underneath her chin. "Is that what he really wants? There's nothing more relieving than dying being reborn again. Another try at life with a blank state is less burdensome on the mind and spirit than those who live continuously."

"I don't know him that well to say…" Bo Lifen started and then glanced at the balcony across from them. "I suppose if having several women in his arms is a component of that sovereignty thing then he's doing quite well already."

"Hah, I chose a great spot." Ning Bi's lips twitched into an amused smirk. "I didn't know that he was with some company. Is that why you started running back to me?"

"He wasn't in my plans."

"But you're going to ask him to drink some boba at your brother's milk tea shop?"

"Yes," Bo Lifen said. "But don't take it the wrong way—you know he's an influential person, my brother needs a little help in boosting his shop's fame. Or else what about the money I loaned him for leasing the space? Real estate isn't cheap, Ning Bi."

"You helped your brother to set up the business?"

"Yeah. So this is what it's all about—with just his name or anything at all in a photo… that's already great marketing. I don't think he'll mind if I ask for a little favor like that—unless he's busy. If he can't make it, then it's too bad." 

Ning Bi tilted her head. "Did you try to convince me to believe you? Wait. You're trying to convince and reassure yourself and I'm nothing but just some random friend you picked to hear this out and judge you?" 

Before Bo Lifen could say anything, someone came up and interrupted her.

"Excuse me, ladies?" A wild djinn floated up in front of them with a notepad. It was a beautiful purple spirit that looked like its wisp of essence was made from a purple blanket decorated with crystalline stars. It gave them a smile. "What are the two of you having tonight?" 

Bo Lifen sighed and then ordered a drink. "One frozen strawberry daiquiri please." 

"And here I thought you didn't drink alcohol." Ning Bi smiled at her and then turned to the waiter. "A side porch sangria, and maybe some chips? You want to try the blue guacamole with tortilla chips?"

"Blue?"

"It's a signature color in our blue template meals," the waiter explained before snapping her fingers. All at once, their tables were filled with a pitcher of their desired meal and drinks. "But it seems like it's your first time here, so this one is on the house."

"Huh?"

Ning Bi cleared her throat. "I've never been here either." 

Bo Lifen rubbed the back of her neck and then looked at the djinn. "So… does that mean that you remember every face that comes here?"

"It's no trouble at all for a djinn's memory." 

"Well… so it means that you know that blue-haired woman on the other side? The Mermaid?"

"Oh, you mean the one known as the star idol Bai Minghua?" The djinn lowered her head slowly. "That is correct. She has been to this establishment approximately twenty-eight times in the last three years."

"Er… shouldn't asking something like this be illegal?" Ning Bi tossed a look at Bo Lifen.

"No, I'm just testing the expanses of our friend's mind. I'm impressed that you can remember that much—I work in the service industry myself, well, I'm mostly a manager now… but people like you are the ones who know customers well and probably treat them great, am I right?" 

"Yes? I think that's a must in the service industry."

"Even a djinn is stumped on what's going through your head." Ning Bi raised her hands. "What are you thinking about now?" 

Bo Lifen pursed her lips and grabbed a napkin. "Can I get a pen—" 

The djinn offered her notepad and pen. "Here you go, Miss."