"Confess and leniency shall be granted; resist and severity shall follow."
Xu Mo wasn't afraid—because the person before him was his wife.
Xu Mo spoke up—because mutual trust was fundamental between spouses.
Xu Mo laid his cards on the table.
He spilled everything about the song.
Only the matter with Lin An'an remained unspoken.
How the hell could he bring that up?!
Unless the damn system guaranteed that in the next second,
it could teleport him away,
then he might consider it.
Well, if Zhou Qiaoqiao insisted on asking,
Xu Mo would still choose to answer truthfully.
"Hmm? That's it? Nothing else?"
Zhou Qiaoqiao asked with a teasing smile.
Xu Mo's neck stiffened as he wanted to nod, but in the end, he shook his head.
"There's more..."
"Go on, tell me."
"I don’t want to say it... I’m afraid you’ll get angry."
"What’s there that you can’t say? I promise I won’t get angry."
"No..."
"Ugh, stop being so wishy-washy! Xu Mo, you had the guts to do it but not the guts to admit it?"
"Pfft—you know?"
"Know what?"
"Fine, I’ll come clean..."
A real man
stands tall between heaven and earth.
This time, laying it all out,
Xu Mo recounted everything in detail.
Even the "stupid woman" was included.
He was mentally prepared for Zhou Qiaoqiao to slap him—maybe even multiple times.
After shedding the damn restrictions of the system and protagonist nonsense,
Xu Mo admitted
that deep down, he really wanted to cut loose.
All those female leads in novels—
having lived two lifetimes here, he’d had enough of swallowing his pride.
Taking back a little interest wasn’t too much to ask, was it?
But times had changed.
Xu Mo braced himself for the storm.
Yet, in the end, the she-devil burst into laughter.
Even Xu Mo was stunned.
Once Zhou Qiaoqiao finished clutching her stomach from laughter,
she shot him a dramatic eye-roll.
"I told you to say it, and you actually did? Weren’t you afraid I’d get mad?"
"I was..." Xu Mo answered honestly, then added, "But I was more afraid of lying to you. If you found out one day and walked away—even if you never did—my conscience wouldn’t let me rest."
Every word was true.
The she-devil waved her hand dismissively, then picked up a grape and popped it into her mouth. Between bites, she said, "The thing with Lin An’an doesn’t surprise me. Honestly, though, my husband turning out to be a songwriter—and one who can create a viral hit overnight—that was a shock."
"If Mom and Dad find out, they might question their entire lives..."
By the end,
Zhou Qiaoqiao arched her delicate brows, speaking in a playful tone.
She didn’t mention Xu Shi.
Because if Xu Shi knew,
her reaction wouldn’t be as stunned as their parents’.
After all, she was the female lead—
just like her, she’d eavesdropped on Xu Mo’s inner monologue before.
She’d already braced herself.
No fun in that.
"If you don’t tell, and I don’t tell, they’ll never know."
Xu Mo also ate a grape he’d peeled himself.
"You handled Shen Manni well," Zhou Qiaoqiao suddenly remarked.
Xu Mo choked.
He coughed violently,
his face twisting in discomfort.
The she-devil rolled her eyes, but the moment he started coughing, she was already by his side,
gently patting his back.
The worry and exasperation in her eyes were plain to see.
After a while,
Xu Mo recovered.
"Can’t even take a compliment now? So fragile?" Zhou Qiaoqiao returned to her seat.
She really had meant it as praise.
Thinking back to the past,
when Xu Mo had been head over heels for that woman,
it wasn’t like Zhou Qiaoqiao hadn’t felt jealous.
No woman wants the person she loves
to fall for someone else.
Even if it was an act.
And Xu Mo had kept up that act for a long time.
Until she could hear his thoughts—
that’s when the truth came out.
"No, it’s just... you’ve been dropping bombshells left and right lately," Xu Mo said, taking a sip of tea.
Zhou Qiaoqiao grinned. "Your tolerance is just too low. Didn’t I say before we got married? I don’t mind~"
Xu Mo refilled his cup and gulped down another mouthful. "I mind."
Zhou Qiaoqiao paused, warmth inexplicably flooding her chest.
The mood turned oddly tender—
as if she were the one at fault.
Xu Mo changed the subject. "I’ll be away for a while this time. When I come back, let’s have a child."
His expression was solemn,
his tone devoid of any jest.
This time,
Xu Mo had made up his mind.
While traveling to clear his head,
he’d see if the damn system had any more moves.
If not,
then so be it.
Even if the heavens themselves intervened,
he’d refuse to leave this world.
At the mention of a child,
the she-devil trembled, a thousand words swirling in her heart—but only one made it past her lips.
"Okay!"
They talked a while longer
before Xu Mo finally stood to leave.
Before he went,
the she-devil demanded a kiss.
"Uh... can I say something?"
Sensing something off, Xu Mo blinked.
Zhou Qiaoqiao smiled, her eyes curving like crescent moons. "Go ahead!"
Xu Mo swallowed hard before timidly offering, "You’ve... gained a little weight recently?"
Watching Xu Mo brace himself for a slap,
the she-devil laughed again. "Do you like it?"
"Yeah, yeah! Even if you turned into a little pig, I’d still love you. After all, you’d be my little pig," Xu Mo chuckled.
Seriously,
who cared about "perfect" figures?
A slightly plump girl was the real treasure.
Graceful curves,
unfading charm,
voluptuous allure—
that was the real forever.
"Ugh, so cheesy..."
The rare glimpse of girlish shyness from the she-devil
sent Xu Mo’s heart racing.
"Hey, hey, hey... no, no, no."
"Hmm? Why not?"
"Because... because... tsk tsk, my dear Xu Mo, you’re so forgetful!"
Zhou Qiaoqiao smiled, radiant as a blooming flower.
But Xu Mo only felt a chill down his spine.
True to his instincts,
Zhou Qiaoqiao proceeded to list her reasons—
what he’d been doing at this time last night,
plus the matter with the "stupid woman."
It was a full accounting of old and new grievances.
Xu Mo rubbed his temples, overwhelmed.
Ah, whatever.
"Do well. If you need money, come to me."
"Am I the kind of man who can’t even support himself?"
Xu Mo grinned, pinching the tip of her nose.
Zhou Qiaoqiao responded with another exaggerated eye-roll.
"That little company of yours isn’t even worth a hundred billion. Don’t come back until it is."
Xu Mo froze.
That... was a tall order.
"How about ten billion? Easier target. Unless... you don’t want to see me sooner?"
"Who wants to see you sooner, you jerk."
"Tsk tsk tsk, such a tsundere."
"Alright, alright, enough joking."
The she-devil, worried about disturbing the baby, quickly cut him off.
Xu Mo stole one last kiss
before leaving.
He still had much to do—
giving Jiang Jiajia, his assistant, a heads-up,
and writing letters to the other female leads to be mailed after his departure.
Why letters instead of texts?
Because letters had more class, of course.
One last issue circled back to the "Dragon Queen."
This time, Xu Mo was traveling alone—no dragon tail tagging along.
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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 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.”
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
