Alright...
Alright my ass.
Su Qi hadn't even been happy for thirty seconds before she started up again.
[I Want to Sleep: But I have a younger sister, mentioned her before right?]
[I Want to Sleep: She keeps calling me "sister-in-law" nonstop, it's so awkward.]
[I Want to Sleep: Little Iris, don’t you think she’s being a bit ungrateful?]
Liu Yuan: ???
Was she the one calling you that nonstop?
Weren’t you the one clinging to "sister-in-law" this and "sister-in-law" that?
[Iris: Maybe... maybe she’s just not that bright?]
[I Want to Sleep: Lately, she’s been giving me weird looks too. Who knows what schemes she’s plotting.]
Liu Yuan: ???
[I Want to Sleep: And she keeps wearing all kinds of weird outfits around me...]
[I Want to Sleep: Don’t you think she’s being shameless? Doesn’t she know siblings should keep some distance?]
Liu Yuan: ...
[Iris: Maybe... maybe it’s a misunderstanding? She might just be trying on pretty dresses and forgot to be cautious.]
[I Want to Sleep: No misunderstanding here. I saw right through it.]
[I Want to Sleep: Whatever, I’ll just keep my distance. Wouldn’t want Little Iris to misunderstand.]
[Iris: No!]
[I Want to Sleep: Huh?]
[Iris: Uh... I mean... if you ignore her, what if she... uh... acts even more ungrateful?]
[I Want to Sleep: Good point. Then I’ll play along, pretend to be completely smitten while countering her moves. Trust me, Little Iris, even if I’m stuffing my face with ice cream, it’s just an act. Not like I actually want to.]
[I Want to Sleep: So, Little Iris, do you think I’m doing the right thing? If not, I’ll just stay away and not even look at her.]
[Iris: Yes!]
[I Want to Sleep: So you won’t get mad if I’m stuffing my face with ice cream?]
[Iris: Of course not!]
[I Want to Sleep: I’ll always love Little Iris.]
[Iris: I’ll always love you too, big brother.]
[Delight +9999]
...
Liu Yuan didn’t get it.
Why was Su Qi, this absolute jerk, allowed to attack her like this while she had to praise him for it?
But then again... he did say he’d always love her!
And he was willing to share his day with her—maybe he really didn’t have any weird thoughts about Yun Huang?
As for that "shameless little sister" he mentioned?
Wasn’t that just her?
No matter which option Su Qi picked, it’d still be her in the end.
Was there really a need to nitpick?
Lost in thought, she finally snapped out of her pouting state—only to hear Yun Huang’s icy voice cut through the air:
"Everyone, out of the car."
Su Qi immediately raised his head. "We here already?"
Liu Yuan also glanced around. "That fast?"
The two had been too busy bickering to notice the road.
Yun Huang clarified, "Not yet."
Su Qi frowned. "Then why get out?"
Yun Huang’s expression darkened as she stared ahead. "We might have a serious problem on our hands..."
Su Qi exchanged a look with Liu Yuan, and both saw wariness in each other’s eyes.
Cautiously, they stepped out of the car.
What kind of plot was this?
Rich young mistress ambushed during a drive?
How cliché could you get in this day and age?
Then Yun Huang got out too.
Finally, Su Qi saw the situation.
Oh, was that all?
Just a traffic officer blocking the road.
Su Qi’s face suddenly paled.
Traffic officer?
Now he remembered!
Last time they came here, he was the one driving.
Yun Huang had said, "I don’t have a license. You drive."
The officer reached out to Yun Huang. "You were speeding. License, please."
Su Qi tried to cut in—but he was too late.
Yun Huang answered bluntly, "I don’t have one."
The officer, who had looked bored and weary just moments ago, suddenly perked up.
"Fine of 2000. Seven days in detention."
In contrast, Yun Huang’s expression turned murderous.
Like she was about to draw her sword and slaughter someone right there.
Su Qi: ???
Are you kidding me?
This is how the plot unfolds?
You pull off a miracle teamfight while losing hard, only to find out a minion took your base?
How desperate are you for a promotion, buddy?
Let’s be real—most people wouldn’t even dare stop a sports car with this kind of plate.
You got a death wish?
"Wait, wait, wait!"
Su Qi quickly stepped between them, shielding Yun Huang from the officer.
He swore this was the hardest woman he’d ever had to talk down.
First, he soothed Yun Huang. "Let me handle this."
Yun Huang looked lost. "I was too... too excited today. I forgot..."
"Sorry..."
Well, last time it was just four hours, and they had surveillance.
Yun Huang could stay calm then.
But this time? No surveillance, a full seven days of freedom.
She probably stomped the gas pedal the second they left, too hyped to remember her own name.
Understandable.
Su Qi turned to the officer. "Come on, cut us some slack."
The officer wasn’t having it. "Who’s ‘us’? I’d love to, but the Great Xia Law won’t."
"No, no, we’ll follow the law. We’ll pay the maximum fine, and you can revoke the owner’s license. Just skip the detention for my friend."
Su Qi’s approach was flawless.
Detention depended on severity, and the car’s owner was Yun Ting.
Realistically, Yun Huang’s reflexes and coordination meant she could drive perfectly fine without a license.
Better than most drivers, honestly.
Fast and smooth.
Not exactly a serious offense.
But then the officer heard a voice whisper in his ear—some kind of covert transmission:
"Keep stalling Yun Huang. Big reward if you do. We’re almost set up."
His response?
"No. Seven days in detention. No exceptions."
. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
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.
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
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.”
