Xu Mo was exasperated.
Xu Mo had predicted this beginning.
But he hadn't foreseen this ending.
Later, the Heavenly Queen Lin flew into a rage out of humiliation.
How dare Xu Mo question her character?
Was she the kind of woman who wouldn’t keep her word?
Was she the kind of woman who would throw away her dignity just to indulge in a few dishes?
Was she that kind of greedy little pig?
No!!!
She was not!!!
Over the years, Heavenly Queen Lin had traveled all across the country.
Was there any delicacy she hadn’t tasted?
Had she not sampled the dishes of renowned chefs?
She, Heavenly Queen Lin, the award-winning actress Lin An'an, would never be enslaved!!!!
--------------Unless she couldn’t resist, with free food and lodging, and dishes that were absolute heavenly perfection.
In the end.
After tasting and retasting.
After "sampling" the dishes over and over again.
Before Xu Mo even came out.
Lin An'an had polished off two whole plates.
And still looked unsatisfied.
In the end, she couldn’t escape the shackles of the "True Fragrance" law.
What was even more shameless was that.
While eating.
She kept muttering to herself in self-justification.
This wasn’t her stealing food.
This was her taste-testing.
Helping to check the flavors in advance.
If it turned out awful.
They could still order takeout later.
Everything was still salvageable.
Then, she couldn’t stop herself.
After finishing one plate.
She flew into a rage out of humiliation.
Decided to go all out.
And declared.
"Xu Mo, you weren’t wrong—I *am* that kind of woman. I *am* exactly the kind of woman you described!"
By the end.
Lin An'an’s guilt had completely evaporated.
Xu Mo’s lips twitched, but he didn’t say anything.
"Time to eat."
If Xu Mo didn’t bring it up.
That was even better.
Heavenly Queen Lin certainly wasn’t foolish enough to mention it herself.
And this time.
After Xu Mo announced the meal.
Lin An'an went even more wild.
Though her dining manners were elegant and poised.
Though she looked beautiful while eating.
Xu Mo still felt something was off.
Finally, he noticed an undeniable fact!
Lin An'an was eating several times faster than a normal person!
"Slow down… No one’s competing with— *cough* I mean, just eat slower."
"Oh."
"That king prawn is mine, don’t touch it. I’ve been cooking all this time and barely had any."
"Oh."
"(⇀‸↼‶) Didn’t I say not to touch it? Why are you still going for it?"
"Oh."
"……"
Xu Mo didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.
Then he shut his mouth.
Moving fast.
Was the real way to win.
Talking was useless.
Action was what mattered.
If he didn’t act.
Lin An'an really would finish everything.
Xu Mo had learned his lesson.
No more pointless arguments.
Because arguing was meaningless.
A waste of breath.
Soon.
The entire table of delicious dishes had been wiped clean.
Like a storm sweeping through.
The two sat back in their chairs.
Heavenly Queen Lin gazed at her slightly rounded belly, her face filled with contentment.
Xu Mo hadn’t gotten much of the dishes.
But at least he’d filled up on rice.
Right now, both of them were in a state of pure satisfaction.
Entered the sage-like mode of supreme wisdom.
Oh, oh, oh—what was that phrase again?
"A full stomach leads to ( ) desires."
But that phrase didn’t quite fit here.
At the very least.
They’d have to wait until…
Until----------------
They digested?
"Xu Mo, did you know? Your song 'Letting Go' is blowing up online. About the royalties we agreed on—I want to change it to a 70-30 split. I’ll take 30."
Heavenly Queen Lin looked at Xu Mo as she spoke.
This meal alone.
Was worth giving up that 20%.
Hmph.
A man who could cook, compose, and sing so well?
Fine.
Those 20%.
Consider it this young lady’s reward.
Be grateful for my boundless generosity.
Xu Mo shook his head. "We said 50-50, so it’s 50-50."
The song’s success.
Was expected.
Xu Mo didn’t show much surprise.
"Then… can we keep working together?"
Heavenly Queen Lin sat up straight.
Nervously watching Xu Mo.
Two hit songs could make a lot of money.
And bring free fame.
But that wasn’t the point.
The point was—what if Xu Mo stopped composing?
If he stopped.
How would she, Lin An'an, find excuses to invite him over?
If he stopped.
Where would she get a reason to hold private celebration dinners for just the two of them?
If he stopped.
Who would support her staff?
Her Mercedes…
Oh, never mind that last part.
Because she didn’t even own a Mercedes.
Her staff could support themselves.
Xu Mo smiled. "Sure. But haven’t I already given you two hits?"
One shouldn’t be too greedy.
One shouldn’t compare too much.
Heavenly Queen Lin understood these principles.
But if she didn’t act fast.
What if Xu Mo went home?
Xu Mo pointed at the battlefield on the table. "Cleanup’s on you."
"Don’t leave yet!" Heavenly Queen Lin suddenly blurted out.
The two were on completely different wavelengths.
Xu Mo processed her words. "Why would I go back now? I was just going to sit in the living room and digest. Unless you don’t—"
"I’d love to!"
Lin An'an’s eyes burned with intensity.
Xu Mo felt the atmosphere grow a little strange.
So he stood and headed for the living room.
"Then I’ll leave this to you."
"'Tis but this humble one’s duty~"
Xu Mo shuddered.
Nearly breaking out in goosebumps.
Lin An'an was doing this on purpose. Absolutely on purpose.
That voice just now—soft, delicate—
It was like something straight out of a historical drama.
Let’s not forget.
Lin An'an was an award-winning actress.
She’d done period pieces before.
If she really wanted to play the ancient noble lady act.
She could destroy a man.
Modern meets historical, huh?
Xu Mo quickened his steps, muttering to himself: "City folks sure know how to play!"
Watching Xu Mo flee.
Heavenly Queen Lin burst into laughter.
But the smile didn’t last long.
Soon, her face fell again.
"How can I make him stay?"
"Lin An'an, if you miss this chance, it’ll be hard to get another!"
"So lost!!! So lost……"
"What… what should I do?"
Her thoughts heavy, Lin An'an noticed her phone lighting up.
Someone had messaged her.
Earlier, during dinner.
And with Xu Mo here.
Lin An'an hadn’t wanted any disturbances.
So she’d set her phone to silent.
Lin An'an picked it up to check.
And her body stiffened.
As if something ( )
*Ahem*—no, nothing happened.
"What the—why is *she* messaging me?"
Heavenly Queen Lin stammered.
Memories of being dominated by a certain someone came flooding back.
Her heart pounded.
Mixed with indescribable emotions.
How to put it?
It’s just… well…
Thrilling?
The sender.
Was none other than—
Zhou Qiaoqiao!!!
Three messages in total.
Lin An'an gulped, her fingers trembling as she unlocked the screen.
Opened WeChat.
The three messages read:
*You there, Lin-mei?*
*My husband’s at your place tonight, right?*
*Mhm, it’s already started, huh? Well, good luck~*
Those three short lines.
Turned Heavenly Queen Lin’s face beet red.
Her cheeks burned.
So... so... Zhou Qiaoqiao knew everything all along.
Turns out I was the clown this whole time?
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?"
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
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.”
