Su Yang saw that Li Shixuan had already passed out, so he quickly loosened his grip and shoved her aside.
Deng Hao, who was sitting on the couch, frowned and shouted, "You... did you kill her?"
Su Yang stood up and chuckled. "I don’t have any deep grudge against her. She just fainted."
"Oh, alright then. No harm done~"
Su Yang didn’t bother explaining further to Deng Hao. He turned around, crouched beside Li Shixuan, and checked her condition before lifting her head.
But the moment he raised her head, her eyes suddenly snapped open.
Before Su Yang could say anything, Li Shixuan’s expression shifted, and she snarled, "I’ll kill you!"
The words barely left her mouth before she threw a punch straight at Su Yang’s face.
Su Yang immediately released her and jumped back. "What’s your problem? Still not done?"
Li Shixuan scrambled to her feet, humiliation burning inside her. Her most prized wrestling skills had been utterly useless against Su Yang.
Not only had she been overpowered, but he’d even choked her out with a rear-naked choke. The sheer indignity of it made her blood boil.
She glared at him, her face flushed with fury, and screamed, "Take this!"
With that, she charged at him again—but this time, instead of grappling, she launched a flying kick.
Su Yang smirked and sidestepped to the left. When Li Shixuan missed, she immediately followed up with a side kick.
Su Yang reached out, effortlessly catching her right leg mid-air.
With a slight twist of his wrist, Li Shixuan was forced to spin, retaliating with a spinning back kick.
Su Yang let go and leaned back, dodging it with ease.
He then retreated a few steps and raised a hand to stop her. "Enough. Your half-baked skills are no match for me. Keep this up, and I’ll start hitting back~"
If anything, his words only fueled Li Shixuan’s rage.
She had been pampered her whole life—who dared to treat her like this? During her training, most people went easy on her out of respect.
But all that coddling had only inflated her ego, making her believe she was invincible.
First, Su Yang had choked her unconscious. Now, in a stand-up fight, she couldn’t even land a single hit.
She was furious!
Hearing his taunt, she clenched her fists, trembling with rage. "Half-baked?! You... you’re dead!"
She lunged at him again, fists flying.
Seeing her relentless assault, Su Yang sighed inwardly. Still coming? Fine, let’s give you a taste of Sha Fei’s joy.
In an instant, Li Shixuan was in front of him. She feinted with her hands before driving a punch toward his chest.
Just as Su Yang prepared to dodge, she abruptly pulled back, dropping low and sweeping at his legs.
Su Yang leaped over the attack effortlessly.
Undeterred, Li Shixuan pivoted and aimed a roundhouse kick at his waist.
This time, Su Yang didn’t hold back. He dodged swiftly, then countered with a lightning-fast punch straight to her face.
THUD!
The blow landed squarely on Li Shixuan’s delicate cheek.
Her head snapped to the side, her eyes glazing over in shock. Staggering, she stumbled several steps before barely regaining her balance.
The moment she steadied herself, dizziness washed over her.
She shook her head frantically, trying to shake it off.
Meanwhile, Liu Bo, still on the couch, gaped in disbelief. "Damn, Yang! You actually hit her?!"
"Of course he did," Meng Wenzhou snapped. "Su Yang gave her multiple chances, and she still wouldn’t back down. Some people only learn the hard way."
Liu Bo swallowed nervously and kept watching.
Su Yang saw Li Shixuan swaying and figured it was over.
But the moment she recovered, she charged at him again.
Su Yang exhaled, done holding back. He stepped forward to meet her.
Li Shixuan leaped into the air, delivering a flying kick aimed at his head. Su Yang tilted left, evading it effortlessly.
Then, he wound up his fist and drove it straight into her ample chest.
THUD!
The impact sent Li Shixuan flying—just like Sha Fei earlier.
She soared through the air, hurtling toward Liu Bo.
Liu Bo shoved Meng Wenzhou aside and barely dodged in time.
BANG!
Li Shixuan crashed into the leather couch between them, the force denting it deeply.
She rolled off the couch, clutching her chest as she spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Ugh—!"
"Pah! You—!" She gritted her teeth, struggling to push herself up as she glared at Su Yang.
"You—"
"Me what? Want another round? I don’t mind sending you flying again~"
"You—! I hate you!!" Li Shixuan shrieked, jumping in place. She knew she was outmatched, but her pride refused to admit it.
All she could do was scream in frustration. Her chest throbbed in pain—even at her best, she couldn’t touch him. Now, going back for more would be suicide.
What infuriated her most was that Su Yang had actually hit her—hard. She’d assumed he’d go easy on her because she was a woman. Instead, he’d punched her in the face.
"You—you’re not a man! You don’t know how to treat a lady!"
Su Yang couldn’t help but laugh. "I warned you. You wouldn’t listen, so I had to show you the difference. Otherwise, you’d never stop."
"Hmph!" Li Shixuan wiped the blood from her lips and stormed over to sit beside Deng Hao.
Deng Hao blinked at her. "You lost too?"
"Are you blind? Isn’t it obvious?!"
"Damn it!" Deng Hao cursed under his breath.
Meng Wenzhou smirked at him. "So? What now? Still fighting?"
"Fight my ass! Useless, both of you!"
"Who are you calling useless?!" Li Shixuan, already fuming, grabbed Deng Hao by the collar.
Deng Hao was no match for her—and he couldn’t afford to offend her either.
He forced a smile. "N-no! I meant me and Sha Fei! Not you, haha!"
"Hmph. You’d better remember your place. If our families weren’t doing business, you think you could’ve gotten me here?"
"Sorry, sorry! I really didn’t mean you! Just us two guys."
"Hmph." Li Shixuan shoved him away and sat back down.
Once their spat ended, Meng Wenzhou ignored their drama and called out, "Deng Hao!"
Deng Hao turned to him with a stiff smile. "Meng Wenzhou, spare the lecture. I admit defeat today."
"Not ‘admit’—you were defeated from the start."
"Alright, alright, got it—delete the Weibo posts and videos, then post a public apology video, right? No problem, I’ll get it done as soon as I get back!"
"You better keep your word."
"Relax, Young Master Meng. I don’t make promises lightly, but when I do, I follow through."
"Since the matter’s settled, I’ll take off now."
With that, he stood up to leave.
Su Yang stepped forward and blocked his path. "Hold on."
"What now?"
"An apology."
"What apology? Didn’t I just say I’d film the video later?"
"That’s separate. Right now, apologize to my friend here—out loud, in front of everyone. Then you can go."
"You—!" Deng Hao glared at Su Yang, paused for two seconds, then relented. "Fine, it’s just an apology."
He turned to Meng Wenzhou and said flatly, "Young Master Meng, I was in the wrong here. I owe you an apology."
Meng Wenzhou fixed his gaze on Deng Hao but said nothing.
Once the words were out, Deng Hao turned and left the private room with Sha Fei, leaving only Li Shixuan still seated on the couch.
...
reezy rom-com) Good news: Jiang Liu is quite the ladies' man. Bad news: He’s lost his memory. Lying in a hospital bed, Jiang Liu listens to a parade of goddesses spouting "absurd claims," feeling like the world is one giant game of Werewolf. "Jiang Liu, I’m your first love." "Jiang Liu, you’re my boyfriend—she’s your ex." "Jiang Liu, we’re close friends who’ve shared a bed, remember?" "Jiang Liu, I want to have your baby." The now-lucid Jiang Liu is convinced this must be some elaborate scam... until someone drops the bombshell: "The day before you lost your memory, you confessed your feelings—and got into a relationship." Jiang Liu is utterly baffled. So... who the hell is his actual girlfriend?! ... Before recovering his memories, Jiang Liu must navigate this minefield of lies and sincerity, fighting to protect himself from these women’s schemes. But things spiral even further out of control as more people show up at his doorstep—each with increasingly unhinged antics. On the bright side, the memories he lost due to overwhelming trauma seem to be resurfacing. Great news, right? So why are they all panicking now?
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.
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
esick Sect? Well, at least it's considered a respectable orthodox sect. Wait a minute— What kind of vibe are you all giving off? Shouldn’t this be a love-struck, romance-obsessed sect? Why does everyone here sound more like demonic cultivators? "Master, today he’s getting married. This disciple wishes to descend the mountain and crash the wedding, then toy with him to death right in front of his wife..." "Elder, I only got into your sect through connections, so why won’t you teach me anything?" "Because I also became an elder through connections." Thankfully, Su Ji was just an outer sect labor disciple. Surely, nothing too crazy would— "Junior Brother, you’ve broken through to Qi Refining. Once you sever your useless spiritual root, you can officially become an outer sect disciple." "The Great Dao is merciless. Don’t let a worthless spiritual root waste your essence and spirit, hindering your cultivation." Is this really the Lovesick Sect? ... Three years later, Su Ji sat in the seat of the Lovesick Sect’s sect master, sighing with emotion. His rise to this position all started when his junior sister adamantly insisted on preserving his "spiritual root." "Mmm... Senior Brother, what’s our relationship now?" "Stop talking. Keep going." "By the way, that newly promoted top-tier sect—didn’t they come to buy our Love Beans?" "One top-grade spirit stone per Love Bean—is that really so expensive?" "I suspect they’ve eaten too many Love Beans." "Now they’re lovesick." Well, this really is the Lovesick Sect after all.
