Early in the morning, as soon as Lin Mo cracked open his door, he was met with the sight of a pretty face puffed up in anger.
It was Xie Yuling.
"Hmph!"
She crossed her arms, cheeks puffed out, and upon seeing Lin Mo, let out a loud, disdainful snort before turning on her heel and stomping away, her ponytail swinging through the air with clear displeasure.
Her demeanor suggested Lin Mo owed her a fortune.
Standing behind her, Lin Mo couldn’t help but sigh.
This girl had no gratitude at all.
After all the effort he put in every night, painstakingly studying Xiao Yan’s methods to nourish her body like Gu Xun'er.
And yet, first thing in the morning, she greeted him with this attitude.
How pitiful.
Xie Yuling deliberately stomped her feet loudly as she descended the stairs, but after a few steps, she paused at the corner, not moving further. Instead, she turned her head to glare at Lin Mo, unmoving.
Her eyes practically screamed: Why aren’t you following me?
Amused by her antics, Lin Mo decided to mimic her earlier haughtiness and let out a mocking snort of his own.
"Hmph! Say ‘Prince, please come downstairs.’"
"Pfft."
Xie Yuling nearly lost her composure, her lips twitching upward before she forcefully suppressed it, quickly turning her head away to leave Lin Mo staring at the back of her head.
"Come down or don’t, I don’t care!"
Her tone was defiant as she stomped down another flight of stairs.
But after waiting for what felt like forever, there was still no movement from above.
The stairwell was so quiet that only their breathing could be heard.
"Prince, please come downstairs."
Her voice was barely louder than a mosquito’s hum.
Lin Mo could no longer hide his smirk and finally took his time descending after her.
Xie Yuling pursed her lips, watching as Lin Mo made his way down.
Once he reached her level, she immediately stepped forward, blocking his path.
"Prince, you haven’t said what gift you’re giving yet."
"No rush. First, draw the designs—a jade bracelet and a pendant. Make them pretty."
Xie Yuling wasn’t stupid; she instantly understood what Lin Mo was planning.
"If I draw them, can you actually carve them? And where are we even getting jade from?"
Lin Mo couldn’t resist reaching out to ruffle her hair.
"So, Chu Miaomiao provides the funds, you handle the modeling, and I’ll take care of the carving. How I do it isn’t your concern."
Recalling Lin Mo’s peculiar talents, Xie Yuling didn’t press further.
Still, she couldn’t help but ask, "Why two designs?"
"One for Sister Chu, one for Auntie Zheng. Speaking of, when is Auntie Zheng’s birthday?"
Xie Yuling nodded. "Mom’s birthday is the day before mine. Guess when mine is?"
Lin Mo replied nonchalantly,
"July 4th, obviously."
Xie Yuling’s smile froze.
How did he know? She’d never told him!
"It’s on your ID card. I saw it," Lin Mo added lazily, as if reading her mind.
Boom!
Heat rushed to her head, her cheeks turning as red as a ripe apple, her ears burning.
The photo on her ID… was so embarrassing.
"You creep!" she sputtered, equal parts flustered and furious. "When did you sneak a look at my ID?!"
"Sneak a look?" Lin Mo spread his hands innocently.
"You left it lying on the table. That’s on you."
"Hmph! I’m ignoring you!"
The morning streets still carried a slight chill.
Though the crowds hadn’t yet gathered, many breakfast stalls were already open.
The two headed straight for "Sha County Grand Hotel" (a humble local eatery).
Not a single word was exchanged between them—not even about where to eat.
Lin Mo sat down and ordered a basket of steamed dumplings and a plate of mixed noodles.
Back in 2013, mixed noodles cost just four yuan, and steamed dumplings were only five.
This combo was practically a luxury.
Xie Yuling, meanwhile, went for a bowl of wonton noodles.
Not the Cantonese style, but still on the lighter side.
Still, no words passed between them—not even about their breakfast choice.
Lin Mo raised an eyebrow at Xie Yuling.
Xie Yuling raised one right back.
Technically, Lin Mo had chosen Sha County, but Xie Yuling felt she could predict his path just by his stride.
She felt sharper than before.
It was a strange sensation, like a clogged river suddenly clearing, her thoughts flowing smoothly and swiftly.
Problems that once baffled her now made perfect sense. Her memory had improved, and even vocabulary came easier.
She glanced at Lin Mo, convinced this had something to do with the boy now digging into his dumplings.
Lin Mo scooped a spoonful of chili sauce into his peanut butter dip—the soul of Sha County’s flavors.
"Why are you staring? Eat."
He nudged the freshly steamed dumplings, still wafting heat, toward her.
"I will! I’ll finish every last one!" Xie Yuling bared her teeth, a far cry from the aloof girl Lin Mo had first met.
After breakfast, they returned to school with ten minutes to spare before morning reading.
The classroom was already half-full—some students buried in books, others whispering, the air buzzing with noise.
As Lin Mo set down his bag, Chu Miaomiao popped up behind him.
Her face was a mix of nerves and excitement as she thrust a bank card at him, the password scribbled on the back.
Her voice was just loud enough for nearby eavesdroppers to catch every word.
"I brought my card. The password’s written on it."
Instantly, curious gazes zeroed in on them.
Lin Mo didn’t bother hiding it. "How much is in here?"
Chu Miaomiao thought for a second. "I don’t remember exactly. Around three million, maybe? Is that enough?"
A boy sipping soy milk behind them choked, spraying his desk.
The chatter in the back of the classroom died instantly, replaced by stunned silence.
Every eye locked onto Lin Mo and the thin card in his hand, disbelief written across their faces.
Three million?
That was pocket change for a high schooler?
Lin Mo merely nodded, his tone as casual as if discussing homework.
"Plenty. More than enough. Might even have extra to make something else for you guys."
"Perfect!" Chu Miaomiao exhaled in relief, her smile radiant as she returned to her seat, leaving behind a room full of shell-shocked students—and one particularly intense stare.
Jiang Yunlu couldn’t help but glance at Chu Miaomiao.
After the last parent-teacher meeting, Jiang Chengshan had mentioned that Chu Lintian was the new CEO and majority shareholder of Da Jiang Group.
So Jiang Yunlu wasn’t surprised Chu Miaomiao had access to such funds.
Heck, she had even more herself.
But she was curious—why was Chu Miaomiao handing Lin Mo that much money?
Her eyes flicked to Lin Mo, though she held back from asking outright.
lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...
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?!
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.”
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.
