"What do you want? What do you think I want?"
"Is there something wrong with Yang Jingying? I’ve already made myself so clear."
Zhou Qiaoqiao frowned slightly, unable to stop herself from muttering under her breath.
Zhou Qiaoqiao: Sister, let me say it again, listen carefully. I don’t want much. Sharing is fine, but I must be the only official wife, and no one else can take that position.
Enough, I’m going to eat now.
In the office.
Yang Jingying’s heart skipped a beat.
It would be a lie to say she wasn’t moved.
What good would it do to deceive herself?
Besides, she was alone in the office.
Yang Jingying stroked her fair chin, her delicate eyebrows slightly furrowed. "How much of what Zhou Qiaoqiao said can I trust?"
She keeps saying she doesn’t mind.
But who knows what she’s really thinking?
Yang Jingying bit her lower lip, feeling conflicted.
What should she do?
Until she figured out what Zhou Qiaoqiao was really up to,
Yang Jingying didn’t want to place all her bets on someone else.
It was neither safe nor reliable.
"What were you talking about for so long? The food’s getting cold."
Xu Mo casually asked.
Zhou Qiaoqiao smiled, tilting her head slightly. "Want to know who I was chatting with?"
"No, no."
Xu Mo quickly shook his head.
[As if I’m some kind of henpecked husband.]
[Am I that kind of person?]
[I’d be happy if you told me, but even if you didn’t, I’d still be fine. Cough, cough—it’s all the same.]
Men say one thing, act another, and think something else entirely.
Layer upon layer of pretense.
Zhou Qiaoqiao couldn’t help but laugh at Xu Mo’s inner thoughts.
She let out a soft chuckle.
"I was chatting with your childhood sweetheart, Yang Jingying."
"Oh, I see—cough, cough."
Xu Mo cleared his throat and waved his hand dismissively. "Let’s eat, I really don’t care."
Zhou Qiaoqiao shot him a look.
Hmph—this little wolf dog is being sneaky again.
But she didn’t mind.
She started slurping her noodles.
She’d eaten far uglier-looking bugs before.
What was there to fear about a bowl of stinky snail noodles?
Last time, it didn’t look too appetizing.
This time, it didn’t smell too great either.
But it was fine.
As long as Xu Mo could stomach it,
she could too.
Husband and wife, sharing everything.
Meanwhile, on the other side.
In the CEO’s office of Ma Corporation.
"Damn it! Useless! Trash, a bunch of losers! What good are you?!!!"
Lin Fan cursed furiously.
These so-called elite hackers he’d hired
hadn’t even caught a glimpse of Gao Liyuan’s shadow
before their computers were hacked.
Lin Fan felt his face burning with embarrassment!
What kind of people had he hired?
Each one more useless than the last.
Seeing the Dragon King’s rage,
Ma Qun, standing nearby, knew better than to stay silent. He quickly chimed in,
"These garbage people really deserve to die!"
"Please calm down, Dragon King, please calm down."
"I’ll go recruit some more people."
He didn’t even know how many rounds of hiring this was.
Lin Fan was utterly fed up.
But with no other options at hand,
he could only wave his hand in resignation.
"Fine, fine, just go!"
After Ma Qun left,
Lin Fan stood up, his expression dark.
"If these guys keep failing, will I have no choice but to go back to that brat?"
Lin Fan frowned.
He was always the one to drive a hard bargain, always the one to come out on top.
But this time, he’d met his match.
That brat, Gao Liming.
When it came to being ruthless,
even Lin Fan had to admit defeat.
If you dissected Gao Liming, his heart would probably be black.
That was the only thing Lin Fan couldn’t stand!
Moshi moshi, mule mule, goodnight.
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?"
ap a wealthy young lady? Or else I'll be eliminated by the system? Ye Feng, who awakened the Kidnapper System, originally wanted to live a peaceful life but never imagined he would become a kidnapper of young women. However, after some time, he discovered that all the girls the system ordered him to kidnap were far from ordinary. "Big brother Ye Feng~ You've kidnapped my heart, and now you're not allowed to leave me ever again~" "Ye Feng~ You kidnapped me back then, now it's my turn to capture you♡" "Little Feng, you're mine! You can only be mine!" "Ye Feng, none of them deserve you. Only I love you the most♡" ... This is madness, they've all gone mad! Wait, what? Why are all the girls I kidnapped yanderes?!
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.”
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.
