Xia Lun soaked in the pool, his arms resting on the edge, his back turned. The misty steam enveloped the space, obscuring his expression from Elesha, who stood behind him. All she could see were the defined muscles of his back.
"Thank you for your kindness, Miss Elesha… but I believe you should maintain some distance," Xia Lun's calm voice broke the silence. "I already have a wife."
"I… I don’t mind," Elesha murmured, her voice trembling. "Just once is enough… and no one will ever know what happens here…"
She swallowed hard, convinced that no man would refuse such an offer.
Xia Lun sighed, rubbing his forehead in exasperation.
He was truly being underestimated.
Was this a joke? Even the Demon King had been utterly subdued by him. Did this naive little girl really think she could sway him?
Besides, if he stayed in the bathhouse any longer, Liyana would undoubtedly barge in to see what was going on.
"You should leave, Miss Elesha," Xia Lun waved her off. "I won’t betray my wife."
"Is it because I’m too young? Because I lack charm?" Elesha’s voice quivered. "I… I truly need you…"
"Need me for what?"
"To… to bear your child and continue the bloodline of the Norman Family…" Her reply was barely audible.
"Did Lady Lanxia send you?" Xia Lun immediately saw through the scheme. "Forgive my bluntness, Miss Elesha, but engaging in such an act with someone you don’t love is utterly foolish."
"But… I’ve heard that you’re a kind man, Xia Lun. I don’t dislike you at all." Elesha lowered her gaze, staring at her pale toes.
"I’ll be leaving soon. Do you really think a single encounter would guarantee a child? That’s hardly realistic."
Xia Lun had no intention of acting recklessly and tried to persuade her to leave. If this situation escalated, it would tarnish both their reputations.
"For the sake of the Norman bloodline, I’m willing to take that gamble."
"Is bloodline truly so important?" Xia Lun’s voice softened, as if he already held the upper hand.
"What do you mean, Xia Lun?" Elesha looked startled. "Of course it’s important. The Norman lineage has endured for generations. If it ends with me, how could I face our ancestors in the afterlife?"
"After death, there’s nothing—no consciousness, no meeting your ancestors." Xia Lun spoke with certainty.
He knew this better than anyone.
"Even so… I can’t let it end… The Norman bloodline is noble…"
"Bloodlines aren’t inherently noble or lowly. We’re all just people," Xia Lun continued nonchalantly, drying himself while still submerged, out of Elesha’s sight. "What makes the Norman lineage special? Do you possess something others lack? Or is your magical talent superior?"
Elesha bit her lip, visibly embarrassed by his words.
Xia Lun had already noticed—her magical energy was faint, far from qualifying her as a mage.
After all, the Norman Family wasn’t known for producing great sorcerers.
"There’s no need to cling to bloodline traditions… You should think about living for yourself, Miss Elesha."
Elesha stood frozen, her mind reeling.
No one had ever spoken to her like this before. Her grandmother’s commands had always dictated her life.
"Take the legendary Hero, for example. Do you know if his bloodline still exists?" Xia Lun coughed lightly, pressing further.
"Probably… not," Elesha whispered.
After all, anyone who claimed to be the Hero’s descendant was exposed as a fraud and publicly shamed. Eventually, no one dared to call themselves Xia Lun’s heirs.
"See? Bloodlines mean nothing. Don’t chain yourself to empty ideals. Everyone deserves freedom. Even if your family declines, so what? As long as you’re alive, you should pursue what you desire, Miss Elesha."
Xia Lun stepped out of the pool, a towel wrapped around his waist.
"I… should do what I want…" Elesha murmured, lost in thought.
Xia Lun approached her and gently patted her shoulder. "So, what’s your dream, Miss Elesha?"
After all his earnest advice, she must have understood.
He knew this was Lady Lanxia’s scheme—Elesha wasn’t acting of her own will. Xia Lun could sense her nervousness and innocence; she was still an inexperienced girl.
"Xia Lun… When I was little, I always dreamed that a Hero would come to save me… take me away from the manor, on adventures, to see the world…"
Elesha looked up, her breath quickening, eyes burning with intensity—as if her emotions could materialize into hearts. "I think I’ve found my Hero now… Xia Lun…"
Xia Lun: "…"
This wasn’t how he expected things to unfold.
In his mind, she’d recall some innocent childhood aspiration—"Ah, I wanted to be a painter!"—then pick up a brush and live her dream.
But reality had other plans.
"Xia Lun… Please… take me. I’ll give you everything… I’ll do anything you ask…" Her gaze was fervent, reminiscent of the desire he’d seen in Aina’s eyes.
Xia Lun hadn’t anticipated Elesha’s personality.
Years of repression had turned her emotions into a volcano, erupting the moment she found an outlet.
This was trouble.
Xia Lun could never reciprocate her feelings. To him, Elesha was still a child… and this situation was a world-ending crisis in the making.
"Miss Elesha… I can’t accept your feelings," he sighed. "I love my wife deeply. There’s no future for us."
"I… I see! It’s because of your wife, isn’t it? You seem… afraid of her." Elesha’s eyes widened in realization.
Xia Lun: "…"
How did she figure that out?
Ridiculous. He wasn’t afraid of Aina. She’d fulfill any request he made… probably.
"So… if I become stronger, more exceptional than Aina… you’d choose me instead?" Her eyes sparkled with hope.
"Well… you could try, I suppose." Xia Lun awkwardly averted his gaze.
"Alright, I will! Lord Xia Lun! I'll keep getting stronger!" Elesha clenched her fist, as if filled with boundless determination. "Wait for me, Lord Xia Lun. One day, I'll take you away from Miss Aina's side!"
and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
