Xu Shi was utterly shocked.
She bit her lip, her eyes filled with complexity and confusion as she asked,
"Did Qiaoqiao-jie's house burn down or something?"
"Otherwise, why would she buy so many at once?"
In the VIP reception room.
Zhou Qiaoqiao decisively signed her name on the little notebook.
---Xu Mo's name.
As she put it,
What's Xu Mo's is hers.
What's hers is still hers.
*Ahem*...
When one has money,
They want to buy everything they see, desire everything they encounter.
For Zhou Qiaoqiao now,
1.85 billion feels like a hundred bucks to ordinary people.
She spends it without a second thought.
Zhou Qiaoqiao took a sip of premium black tea and said nonchalantly,
"Something like that."
"Out with the old, in with the new."
Xu Shi nodded, though she didn't fully understand.
Her gaze flickered to the name on the property deed.
It said "Xu," not "Zhou."
Wait... what?
Xu Shi's heart skipped a beat.
The big sis was panicking hard.
What's going on here?
What are you trying to pull?
You bought so many properties at once,
And it's not for yourself,
But for my brother?
What's your angle?
Speak up!
Xu Shi's face stiffened. "Qiaoqiao-jie, did you write the wrong name?"
Hearing this,
Zhou Qiaoqiao took a closer look and suddenly frowned.
"Oh, you're right."
Xu Shi's hope was reignited!
The little sis was fully revived.
But then Zhou Qiaoqiao's next move
Drained her life bar again.
Zhou Qiaoqiao picked up the pen, scribbled something, looked at the notebook, and smiled with satisfaction.
"Now the character 'Mo' looks much better. Perfect."
Xu Shi was so embarrassed her skull was about to fly off.
"Qiaoqiao-jie, that's not what I meant!
Please don't misunderstand me!!!
What I meant was: Why did you put my brother's name on the property deed?
Our family isn't short on money!!"
*Sigh*... Women...
If you're trying to dazzle us siblings with material wealth,
I advise you to drop that idea.
It's meaningless.
Just robbing Peter to pay Paul.
Xu Shi's mind was a mess.
She felt like her head was splitting in two.
Bigger than her mountains.
After setting up so many schemes,
If she capsized in the gutter now,
Wouldn't all her efforts go to waste?
A sense of impending crisis rose in Xu Shi's heart.
Money makes the world go round.
With the power of wealth,
The saleswoman and her colleagues
Were ten times more efficient than usual!
Don't get the wrong idea.
Those who can afford to buy here
Naturally have high standards of service.
But this time, Zhou Qiaoqiao bought ten units!
Their efficiency skyrocketed!
Reached its peak!
Within an hour,
All the paperwork was done!
There was supposed to be a raffle,
A ten-draw.
But Zhou Qiaoqiao wasn't interested in the small gifts.
Holding ten red property deeds,
She dragged Xu Shi off to lunch.
After all, they still had more properties to check out in the afternoon.
Zhou Qiaoqiao's general plan was:
Buy a villa—buy an apartment—buy a villa—buy an apartment.
Did you really think she'd be satisfied with just the properties at Tomson Riviera?
She definitely wanted the ones near the school district too.
As for villas,
Different environments affect a child's growth differently.
Basically, the vibes are different.
With so many properties,
She and Xu Mo couldn't possibly live in all of them!
Enough to house a soccer team!
Even if other women came to share the pie,
She wouldn't mind.
Like Yang Jingying!
Just kidding.
As the main wife, would she fear the concubines?
Would the big wife fear the little wives?
For a little wife to enter the family,
She'd have to get past the parents.
If you're going to be a little wife,
You better know your place.
You can only curry favor with Xu Mo.
But as the main wife, she gets both sides.
She can even use the parents to influence the little wives.
Others might do that,
But Zhou Qiaoqiao wouldn't.
She wanted to see Yang Jingying's humiliated and resentful expression.
Phoenix Community.
"I've already had someone bring you back. You can come down and get it yourself later."
"Okay."
Gao Liyuan replied listlessly.
After spending more time together,
She realized that the female lead Xu Mo mentioned wasn't just her.
She quickly wondered if other women could also hear Xu Mo's thoughts!
If so,
Then she wasn't the only one.
"Married, married, but the bride isn't me.
You're getting married, but the bride isn't me. In this lonely corner, I wipe away my tears."
Xu Mo: -_-||
Before lunch,
Gao Liyuan was very interested in him.
After lunch, it was like this.
Maybe the novelty wore off.
Xu Mo thought to himself.
But this was for the best.
"Well... *cough* goodbye."
The sports car turned around, and Xu Mo closed the window.
He was still him.
A different kind of spark.
A lone wolf.
As for seeing each other again?
It's better if they never meet again.
When the crooked-mouthed dragon king protagonist Lin Fan starts causing trouble,
Then you can come out and start your performance.
Not long after Xu Mo drove away,
Gao Liyuan's beloved electric scooter was delivered.
The person confirmed it and left.
Gao Liyuan furrowed her delicate brows and muttered to herself,
"Maybe I really am one of a kind?
Maybe only I can hear Xu Mo's thoughts?"
Even she didn't believe her own words.
Earlier, at the birthday party of Yang Jingying, the future heir of the Yang Group,
She proposed to Xu Mo.
She was also one of the female leads.
Now it seemed there was indeed a problem!
And that Shen Manni.
Xu Mo wasn't really a simp!
The simp was actually around me.
*Ahem*... Gao Liyuan couldn't possibly be the simp.
Back to the point.
There were many things she wanted to confirm.
The female lead situation was one thing.
The other was the matter of Lin Fan.
From what Xu Mo implied, Lin Fan was the so-called protagonist of this world.
With heaven-defying luck, all sorts of beauties would throw themselves at him.
Gao Liyuan scoffed.
What a cheapskate!
Useless at everything else, but great at haggling.
"First, I need to get Yang Jingying's contact info."
Soon,
Gao Liyuan set herself a goal.
When the elevator reached the 14th floor,
Gao Liyuan opened the door and entered her nest.
Only then did she realize something was off.
"Damn it! I forgot to buy my soda! I have no happiness now!"
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
