Liu Yuan froze in place.
The sensation on her head was unmistakable, carrying an air of undeniable authority.
She blinked, momentarily stunned.
Pretty?
So, it wasn’t that the dress looked bad, nor was it just "alright"—it was because she herself was…
A wave of heat surged from her neck to her cheeks, instantly tinting the tips of her ears red.
Her heartbeat skipped a beat, then pounded like war drums.
Thump!
Thump!
Thump!
Reverberating in her chest.
The earlier disappointment and frustration over the "alright" comment dissipated like morning mist under sunlight, vanishing without a trace.
In its place was an indescribable, slightly bashful joy.
"B-Brother…" Liu Yuan stammered, her gaze darting away, unable to meet Su Qi’s eyes. "W-What nonsense are you saying…"
Despite her words, the slight upturn of her lips and the dazzling brightness in her eyes betrayed her true feelings.
Yun Huang observed everything from the side.
She saw Liu Yuan’s expression dim momentarily, then brighten again at Su Qi’s unexpected praise.
She also noticed the shy, rain-cleared happiness radiating from Liu Yuan now.
The relationship between these siblings… seemed more complicated than she’d imagined.
Not that she planned to meddle in such tangled emotions.
She knew kindness in this world rarely came without reason.
She could vaguely sense that Su Qi seemed to "want something" from her—though not in a romantic way.
Whatever it was, she’d find a way to repay his kindness someday.
"Hmph, I-I guess Brother has some taste…" Liu Yuan lowered her head, fingers unconsciously twisting the hem of her skirt, her voice barely above a whisper. "Then… this one is… just alright…"
Her mouth said "alright," but her face screamed "I love it."
Clearly, both of them had secretly invested skill points in "stubbornness."
Who had more points, though? And who would cave first when they clashed?
"If you like it, buy it."
"Mm!" Liu Yuan nodded vigorously, her smile dazzling.
She turned back to the mirror, admiring herself again, her steps light as a feather.
"Yun Huang-jie, don’t you think… it looks nice on me?" she asked, a hint of pride in her voice as she sought validation.
Yun Huang gave a slight nod. "It suits you."
With this double approval, Liu Yuan beamed and hurried to the shop assistant. "I’ll take this one!"
The shop assistant smiled knowingly, her eyes flickering between Su Qi and Liu Yuan.
After changing back into their clothes, Liu Yuan practically floated to the checkout counter, her sweet grin making her look like a fox that had stolen candy.
Humming a tuneless melody, she was practically glowing.
Her brother’s praise, Yun Huang’s agreement, and the reflection of a genuinely pretty version of herself—everything lifted her spirits.
She used to struggle with insecurity, but Su Qi’s words had given her confidence.
The shop assistant, eager to please, stepped forward with a practiced smile.
Honestly, business was getting harder these days.
Boutiques like theirs, neither famous nor budget-friendly, were being crushed by online stores.
Who cared about "handmade" or "traditional craftsmanship" when the shop next door sold similar-looking items for a fraction of the price?
This store hadn’t made a sale in a week.
Time to butter up the big spenders.
"You have excellent taste! This is our newest design this season. The designer—"
"The one you’re holding is a sample. Let me put it back. Could you share your measurements? I’ll check if we have your size in stock. If not, we can have it custom-made in about two weeks, with free delivery."
Su Qi, who had been drowsy from the afternoon lull, suddenly perked up, listening intently.
"B: 69, W: 55, H: 8…"
Her voice cut off abruptly.
As the shop assistant rehung the dress, the price tag swung into Liu Yuan’s line of sight.
The number hit her like a bucket of ice water.
Her smile stiffened.
She looked again, just to be sure.
No mistake.
This price…
Liu Yuan had never imagined a dress that was merely "nice" could cost so much.
In her mind, 800 or 1,000 would’ve been the limit…
Excluding her card game expenses, this was nearly—no, more than—her living costs for the past year or two combined.
Her heart clenched, the earlier joy replaced by crushing guilt.
Su Qi must’ve worked hard for his money…
She’d only seen the three million he’d made…
But what about the costs?
He might’ve even borrowed to cover them.
And what about the future?
Would he earn three million every year?
Just to buy her a dress she thought was "kind of pretty"?
It wasn’t worth it.
"Um…" Liu Yuan took a sudden step back.
The color drained from her face, leaving only a faint pallor.
The shop assistant's smile faltered. "Is something wrong?"
"N-Nothing…" Liu Yuan avoided her gaze and Su Qi’s watchful eyes. "I… I just think…"
She scrambled for an excuse, forcing her tone to sound casual, even critical. "Two weeks is too long. I don’t want to wait…"
But her distracted expression and slight frown gave her away.
Su Qi noted Liu Yuan’s odd behavior.
This silly sister couldn’t hide her feelings—they were always written all over her face.
The way she dodged and deflected…
He walked over calmly.
"What’s wrong?" His voice was even, betraying nothing.
"N-Nothing…" Liu Yuan kept her eyes down, fingers tightening on her clothes. "It’s just… girls are hard to understand. Maybe in two weeks, I won’t like it anymore…"
"Brother should just buy one for Yun Huang-jie."
She’d peeked at the price of Yun Huang’s dress earlier—3,998. Still painful, but manageable.
"I’ll pass on this one."
Su Qi raised a brow, already guessing the reason.
Too expensive?
The sales assistant lingered nearby, her smile now politely professional, not daring to interrupt.
But another clerk seemed oblivious to the tension.
She approached Su Qi and said, "Excuse me, sir, I’m so sorry to bother you, but may I have a moment?"
Su Qi turned slightly. "Hmm?"
The older sales associate wore a perfectly measured smile. "Sir, the outfit your sister is trying on is a piece by our lead designer. The materials and craftsmanship are top-tier, and there are also some additional complimentary gifts included."
Liu Yuan was puzzled. Why mention the gifts to Su Qi specifically?
Or had the salesperson figured out that Su Qi was the one footing the bill?
Lowering her voice slightly, the associate added, "I can take you to the back to see the extra gifts if you’d like."
Su Qi’s expression remained unchanged as he listened quietly.
A standard sales tactic.
He was definitely going to buy the outfit—after all, his sister loved it so much.
But he wasn’t particularly swayed by the idea of small freebies.
Noticing his lack of interest, the older associate dropped her voice further. "...Would you like to take a look at the design sketches for these gifts?"
Su Qi glanced at them indifferently. Just some ordinary—
The next second, the salesperson barely registered how quickly Su Qi had snatched the sketches from her hands.
The first line read:
【Battle-Damaged Young Fox Spirit】
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?!
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."
ose... to cooperate with the protagonist! Shen Yuan: I have a system! Protagonist: What? System: Holy crap, you're just spilling it out like that? Shen Yuan: Let's team up, we'll split the system rewards! Protagonist: Fifty-fifty split? Shen Yuan: No way! Protagonist: What!? I'm the one getting beaten up, and I don't get half? Shen Yuan: Forty-sixty split, I get forty, you get sixty! Protagonist: Deal! Big brother, come on, hit me! As long as it doesn't kill me, beat me like you mean it! Shen Yuan: Don't worry... I will definitely protect all of you! No one but me can lay a finger on you! Guard our Heaven's Chosen Ones! I'm the only one allowed to bully them!
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.”
