"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.
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.
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
