In the blink of an eye, several days had passed.
During this time, after drinking a course of Chinese herbal medicine prescribed by Zhou Guangxian, Xu Fuqiang's longstanding ailment showed improvement.
Because of this, Xu Fuqiang constantly pressured Xu Mo to quickly marry Zhou Qiaoqiao!
Would Xu Mo agree?
Certainly not! He would delay as long as possible.
Zhou Qiaoqiao's gaze was like she wanted to devour him whole.
Xu Mo felt his waist might not be able to withstand it.
Dying before the battle begins.
He hadn't even had a chance to show off as the protagonist yet.
He would be smothered to death by Zhou Qiaoqiao first.
If he couldn't win, couldn't he at least dodge?
On this day.
In the morning, at the dining table in the Xu family's large villa.
Su Ting: "Mo, listen to your mother this once, let's move up the wedding date. It's good for both you and Qiaoqiao."
Xu Mo's ears were practically developing calluses, "Mom, I'm full. You and Dad enjoy your meal."
Bang----
Xu Fuqiang slammed the table in frustration, "You little brat! Sit down!"
"Oh--" Xu Mo reluctantly sat back down, listening to the two of them lecture.
For him, whether this marriage happened or not was irrelevant.
It was just going through the motions.
Moreover, the elders were too hasty in arranging the marriage.
Couldn't they leave some time and space for the protagonist to stir up trouble?
For example, let him repeatedly go confess to Shen Manni, disgusting and angering this destined couple.
Then the protagonist would rise up: "Damn it, the woman the Dragon King has his eye on, some trashy rich kid dares to covet her? Tired of living?"
When the Dragon King rages, the Xu family will be buried with him!
The plot unfolds, happily ever after!
"Dad, if you have something to say, say it quickly. I'm in a hurry to get to work," Xu Mo smiled.
Xu Fuqiang's eyes bulged, he stretched his neck, angrily saying: "How did I, Xu Fuqiang, end up with a son like you! Don't you know that men should marry and women should wed when they come of age? You're not getting any younger, you must get married within this month!"
Xu Mo's eyelid twitched.
The marriage of the Xu family heir was no small matter.
All the prominent figures would attend, and big shots from the Capital City would come too.
He remembered that in his previous life, just the preparations for the spectacle took half a month.
The paparazzi reports and trending topics were overwhelming.
It was even more lively than the New Year.
All sorts of complicated etiquettes and ceremonies, toasting from dawn to dusk.
Xu Mo was exhausted.
"Dad, I see you're still vigorous, and you and Mom aren't that old. The country is strongly promoting three children now, if you two try hard..."
Xu Mo had only said half his piece when, whoosh, a flying saucer... no, a flying bowl.
Came straight at his face.
The bowl rode his face.
Before Xu Mo could react, his body reflexively made a dodging motion.
Crash----
The porcelain bowl shattered on the ground!
"Unfilial son! Unfilial son! Are you truly trying to anger me to death?!"
Xu Fuqiang's face was flushed red with anger, his body trembling continuously.
Su Ting's face reddened, glaring at her son in exasperation.
"Mo, what nonsense are you spouting!"
"I didn't... cough cough" Xu Mo saw old Xu reach for another bowl.
The previous one was fine, it was empty.
But this one was filled with soup.
Though he wasn't afraid of pain, he was afraid of the mess.
"Old Xu, calm down." Su Ting gently patted Xu Fuqiang's back with her fair fingers.
Xu Mo was now in a predicament – leaving wasn't an option, but staying put was uncomfortable.
Me, as the villain, being forced by my parents to marry the demoness?
It could be a novel in itself.
After a long while, Xu Mo finally couldn't sit still.
He decided to make a decision that went against his ancestors!
To slip away early.
Xu Fuqiang said: "Wait!"
Xu Mo: "Dad, don't make a fuss, I'm already over an hour late for work."
Xu Fuqiang: "You're the general manager, who dares to say you're not? If you keep playing this game with me, do you believe I'll really kick you out of the house? Your monthly allowance will be only a hundred thousand!"
Xu Mo: "Alright, alright, I'm scared of you. What do you want to say?"
Xu Mo conceded.
Does a hundred thousand sound like a lot?
Indeed it does, it's a monthly salary that struggling authors who've lost their readership can only dream of.
But for Xu Mo, it was truly little.
Just the fuel costs for his luxury cars, private yacht, and plane exceeded a hundred thousand.
Xu Fuqiang nodded with satisfaction, then said: "Your sister is coming back from abroad today, go pick her up."
Xu Mo stood dumbfounded, with an expression that said 'Are you joking?'
How could Xu Shi possibly be returning from abroad at this time?!
There must be some mistake!
An image of a fierce loli flashed through Xu Mo's mind.
She was beautiful, certainly.
When she was little, she was quite cute, always following him around like a little tail.
But ever since she started middle school, it was as if she had become a different person.
Cold and harsh towards him.
Sometimes even resorting to violence.
Don't be fooled by Xu Shi being a girl.
From a young age, she had begged Su Ting to enroll her in various martial arts classes, hiring the most professional teachers to instruct her.
No matter how arduous the training, no matter the storms and waves.
Day after day, year after year.
Xu Shi persevered until now.
It's no exaggeration to say.
When they were young, Xu Mo had been beaten up by Xu Shi.
At that time, Xu Mo had only accepted some imported candy from Yang Jingying, what did kids know?
Before Xu Mo could come to his senses, Yang Jingying had already sent over the imported candy.
Perhaps the little girl thought sweet things should be shared.
At that time, Xu Mo was the universally acknowledged number one little pretty boy in the class.
Beloved by all.
Back to the point, this scene was witnessed by Xu Shi who had just come looking for Xu Mo.
Then what happened next was simple.
The young Xu Mo, though his mental age was higher than his peers.
But alas, with his skinny arms and legs, he was no match for one trained in martial arts.
He was chased all over the school by the little loli.
Since then, he vowed to work hard at martial arts?
Forget it, why practice martial arts when lying down and whiling away time... isn't enjoying life more comfortable?
Thoughts returning to the present.
Xu Mo said with disgust, "I won't go, I won't go, Dad, let Uncle Zhang go instead."
Uncle Zhang was one of their family's private chauffeurs.
Xu Fuqiang insisted unyieldingly: "You must go! If you don't go, don't come back tonight! Don't ever come back to this home!"
Xu Mo wanted to cry but had no tears, "Dad, you know, Xu Shi and I don't get along well, she gets annoyed when she sees me, and I feel uncomfortable when I see her."
Xu Fuqiang lowered his head, took a sip of soup, and said indifferently: "That's your own problem, I think your sister is quite good, there's nothing wrong with her."
So your daughter is your little cotton-padded jacket.
And your son is a punching bag, huh.
Xu Mo really couldn't understand.
If Xu Shi was coming back, fine.
But why specifically name him to go pick her up?
The country has developed so well now.
Can't she use her phone to call a taxi?!
Xu Mo had a bellyful of complaints.
Knowing he couldn't win this argument.
A monthly allowance of only a hundred thousand really wouldn't be enough for fuel costs.
And fuel prices were showing signs of rising recently.
Xu Mo reluctantly said: "Fine, what time does her flight land?"
Xu Fuqiang: "Can't you ask her yourself? You're asking me about such a small matter, who am I supposed to ask?"
Xu Fuqiang had a look that said 'figure it out yourself'.
Xu Mo: You're really making things difficult for me, dammit!
Su Ting smiled and mediated: "Mo, it's not like you don't have Xu Shi's WeChat, you two just contact each other."
Xu Mo nodded, took out his phone, restored the only blocked contact in his WeChat friends list.
And sent a message.
Xu Mo: What time does your flight land?
Ding ding---
Soon after, the other party replied instantly.
Xu Shi: 10 o'clock, bring the Range Rover, it has more space!
"Hehe... wants the Range Rover? Little sister, you're quite demanding, I'll bring a sports car just to annoy you!"
Xu Mo sneered, putting away his phone.
The conversation between the siblings was just this brief and to the point!
"Dad, Mom, I'm heading out," Xu Mo said.
Xu Fuqiang said irritably: "Get going quickly! Don't affect my mood while eating."
Su Ting: "Mo, drive slowly, be careful on the road."
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
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.
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?"
