The thirty-fifth floor of the office tower offered a sweeping, unobstructed view of the cityscape. Chen Qin stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing at the shimmering bay in the distance as she took a sip of coffee, lost in thought.
"Knock, knock."
"Come in."
The office door swung open, and her assistant stepped inside. "Director Chen, the planning department has finalized the meeting proposal. Please review it."
Chen Qin's expression remained calm as she returned to her seat. After carefully going through the document, she signed her name.
"Proceed with this plan. Also, notify Lisa to compile the financial report on last quarter’s investment losses—I need to see it."
"Understood, Director Chen." The assistant hesitated before adding, "Regarding the Longhu development project... we might need to allocate an additional 100 million yuan."
"Got it. You may leave."
"Yes."
As the assistant turned to go, Chen Qin suddenly called out, "Wait."
"Is there anything else, Director Chen?"
"What’s on my schedule for this afternoon?"
"Director Chen, you have no other commitments this afternoon, but Director Yang has requested to have dinner with you." The assistant smiled. "It might be nice to relax with Director Yang."
Chen Qin shot her a cool glance. "Since when do you schedule my personal time?"
Realizing her mistake, the assistant immediately lowered her head. "M-my apologies, Director Chen."
"Get out."
"Yes."
Once the door closed, Chen Qin leaned back in her chair, staring at the scenic wallpaper on her computer. With a quick keystroke, the image switched to a photo of a young man.
"I wonder what that guy is up to right now." A faint smile touched her lips as she cradled her coffee, gently swiveling her chair like a lovestruck girl.
After a moment’s hesitation, she glanced at her phone but wavered.
Would he think I’m clingy? Annoying?
Finally, she straightened up and tapped out a message:
Chen Qin: It’s past three—time for tea!
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She stared at the chat window, but there was no "typing" indicator. Sighing, she rested her delicate fingers against her chin and set the phone aside.
Ding.
A notification chimed, and Chen Qin immediately snatched up her phone.
[Battery low: 20% remaining]
Chen Qin: "..."
Expressionless, she tossed it onto the wireless charger. Just then, another notification sounded.
She grabbed it again.
Ye Shuang: Aren’t you working?
Chen Qin couldn’t help but grin: I’m off today. So bored at home—come take me out, will you?
She deliberately avoided mentioning she was still at the office, not wanting to pressure Ye Shuang with the implication that all her free time was reserved for him.
Because she feared he’d find her irritating.
Ye Shuang: I’m on the clock. Next time.
Chen Qin’s cheeks puffed out.
Chen Qin: Take the day off. I’ll cover your wages~
Ye Shuang: And you call yourself a boss? Zero professional ethics.
Chen Qin: Meanie. Fine, I’ll find another guy!
Ye Shuang: Okay.
Chen Qin: I’m serious!
Ye Shuang: Mhm.
Chen Qin: Don’t you dare whine later—get out here!
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Ye Shuang: ...
Ye Shuang: Come over for dinner tonight. Still dealing with a few girls here, and I just stuck it in.
Chen Qin: The hell??????
Ye Shuang: A thermometer. What did you think?
Chen Qin: Ugh, fine. Dinner at your place. Make my favorites—garlic scallops, a good soup, and sand ginger chicken.
Ye Shuang: You’re really not holding back, huh? Fine.
Chen Qin: Heh.
Setting down her phone, Chen Qin suddenly felt her nose tickle.
Achoo!
...
Hatchoo!
Meanwhile, in the school infirmary, Ye Shuang sneezed. Rubbing his nose, he figured the AC was set too low—despite the summer heat creeping in.
"Nurse~~ I’m so hot~"
"Nurse, do I have a fever~~?"
"Nurse, nurse~~ I don’t feel good~~~"
Three female students sat before him, their voices sickly sweet. Even without checking the thermometer, Ye Shuang could feel the heat radiating off them.
He sighed inwardly. The air in the infirmary was thick with hormones.
Soon, the results confirmed his suspicion—no actual fever.
After ushering the trio out, Ye Shuang returned to his seat. Being a school nurse was easier than expected; most "patients" these days were just lovesick girls.
"Out of gum."
Patting his pockets, he stood to visit the school store—though he knew chewing too much would square his jaw.
Quitting smoking was a marathon, battling not just physical cravings but psychological addiction.
After grabbing a pack of sour plum lozenges, he wandered onto the sports field for a stroll.
In the distance, a PE class was underway. Squinting under the tree shade, Ye Shuang couldn’t quite tell if it was Yu You’s class.
"Pervy old man, what are you doing out here?"
The sudden voice made him start. He glanced around but saw no one.
"Up here."
Looking up, he spotted a short-haired girl perched on a tree branch, legs dangling.
Ye Shuang: "..."
"Why are you up there?"
"Tired. Needed a seat." An Shiyu peered down, her bangs framing sharp eyes. Despite wearing a pleated skirt, she seemed unbothered by Ye Shuang’s upward gaze and lazily added,
"Don’t get any ideas, creeper. I’m wearing safety shorts."
Ye Shuang’s eye twitched. "I wasn’t looking! And since when did I go from ‘lecher’ to ‘pervy old man’?!"
"Also, who the hell sits on a tree branch to rest?!"
An Shiyu merely shrugged. "Says the gropey uncle. So nosy."
Then, to his shock, she leaned backward—hanging upside down from the branch until their faces were inches apart. "A ninja’s core skill is blending into any environment."
Ye Shuang gaped at her legs, still hooked securely on the branch, then at her inverted smirk. Damn impressive.
But as his gaze drifted lower, he remarked, "Your hairline’s receding?"
The words made An Shiyu jolt—and she plummeted.
Ye Shuang lunged forward, instinctively catching her.
transmigrates into the role of a villainous rich second-generation kid in an urban fantasy novel, and gets bound to a god-tier choice system. Right at the start, he catches the female lead stealing exam papers! This triggers the villain's choice options! [Choice 1: Pretend you didn't see anything] [Choice 2: Loudly call her out, drawing everyone's attention] [Choice 3: ...] And thus, a twisted villain is born. To avoid getting killed by the protagonist, he has no choice but to take down all the protagonists first. Jiang Che: Nobody understands being twisted better than me!
ts me of treason?" "Correct. The host must return to the capital and gradually build up influence." "Wait—I have half a million soldiers, and you want me to go back to the capital to 'build influence'?" "Host, you are currently the Northern Garrison General, loyal to the Great Xia Dynasty." "Of course I am loyal to Great Xia! Absolutely loyal!" "But you keep referring to yourself as 'We'..." "Never mind the details! Summon all the regional commanders and military officers! We suspect treacherous officials are manipulating the court! They shall march with Us to the capital and purge the corrupt!" "......"
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.
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
