"Do you have samples?"
Hearing this, the older shop assistant knew this deal was practically sealed.
Though the designer herself was reluctant to earn money by creating such "unrefined" products...
The truth was, there was no shame in making a profit.
It was like someone sweating over tightening screws, only to be outdone by a 998-yuan paid video racking up thousands of clicks.
...
Watching the assistant lead Su Qi to the store's warehouse,
Liu Yuan instinctively shrank back further, her fingers twisting nervously.
Yun Huang, meanwhile, idly surveyed the shop's decor, seemingly indifferent to the subtle tension.
On the other side.
"Take a look—there are two optional freebies, both custom-made by our partners. You won’t find these anywhere else."
"One is... a battle-damaged fox demon outfit, complete with ears and tail. The material is lightweight, and the torn sections are just right..."
"The other is a spin-off design—a bandage-themed 'healing' version, quite daring, emphasizing body contours..."
Clearly, she had mistaken Su Qi for a wealthy young man indulging his female companions.
She assumed these "intimate" freebies would stoke his spending desire—perhaps even misreading the relationship between Su Qi, Liu Yuan, and Yun Huang.
To her, dropping nearly 20,000 yuan on a dress might pale in comparison to the allure of an "entertaining" bonus outfit.
Su Qi listened without a flicker of expression.
But he had to admit—this assistant had a sharp eye...
No, what he meant was, such cheap sales tactics and the implied sleazy assumptions weren’t even worth his attention.
He simply found her oblivious to the real situation.
The dress was already a done deal.
The real issue was his foolish little sister’s mental block.
Not some ridiculous battle-damaged fox demon or bandage-themed nonsense.
His tone dripped with criticism: "Throw in both freebies, and I’ll take it."
Hmph. Trying to play games?
Consider them confiscated.
Can’t let these things linger and corrupt others.
...
Soon, Su Qi returned to the shop floor.
Liu Yuan grew flustered under his gaze, her eyes darting away.
"Really don’t like it?"
"Um... it’s not that I don’t like it, just..." She stammered, unable to form a complete sentence.
Su Qi leaned down, whispering near her ear: "Just think it’s too expensive, right?"
He laid it out bluntly.
Liu Yuan wasn’t sure if it was the accuracy of his guess or his proximity,
but her cheeks instantly flushed.
"I-I don’t..." She reflexively denied, her voice fading. "I just feel..."
Then her tone shifted: "I just feel... you work so hard for your money..."
More than her own desires, she couldn’t bear to see him splurge.
Su Qi sighed. "True. Saving more means a better dowry for a wife."
Liu Yuan bristled instantly: "No way!"
But just as quickly, Su Qi smoothed her ruffled feathers: "Exactly. What do I need all that savings for?"
"Consider it a gift from your brother."
A gift... from her brother...
Those words struck something tender deep inside her.
The heavy guilt from earlier seemed to lighten.
"It’s not expensive for me."
"If you really feel bad, get me something practical for my birthday."
He turned to the assistant.
"Check if the dress my sister picked is in stock."
Then, as an afterthought: "And the one that other lady tried on earlier."
The assistant blinked, then beamed with genuine delight. "Right away, sir!"
Liu Yuan murmured to the older assistant heading to the back: "My measurements... B69, W55, H80..."
The assistant’s smile widened. "Of course! I’ll confirm right now!"
Seeing Liu Yuan finally relax, Su Qi felt at ease.
As the assistant walked off, she suddenly turned back. "About the two freebies—"
Su Qi cut her off. "Since they’re for my sister’s dress, they should fit her."
Liu Yuan perked up curiously. "Brother, what freebies?"
Su Qi pushed her inquisitive little head back down. "Never mind. Keep looking... see if there’s anything else you like."
Just then, something decided to make its presence known...
[Punishment Task: Collect 9,999 points of Joy within 24 hours as this round’s "protection fee" (999/9,999).]
As if taunting him—Hey buddy, think you can just ignore missions?
Of course he could.
Hitting 9,999 points without a major event was nearly impossible.
And orchestrating a "major event" just for the mission wasn’t worth it.
Like that card had said—
If all you do is scheme, unable to even glance at the scenery you love, what’s the point of becoming "strong"?
As if sensing his thoughts, the text shifted.
[Punishment Task: Begin an... amusing adventure.]
Basically—
Having fun with your sister, huh?
Done laughing?
Now it’s my turn.
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
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.”
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."
g Yu was preparing for retirement when her organization decided to eliminate her. She transmigrated to a zombie apocalypse world. However, a tiny unexpected situation occurred: She somehow transformed into an adorable little girl?!
