"Hmm hmm!"
"Hmm hmm~"
Tang Qinqin cheerfully hummed an off-key tune as she left the hospital, her whole demeanor radiating newfound liveliness.
Or perhaps even more liveliness than before.
In stark contrast to Tang Qinqin's joy stood her older sister.
Tang Manman seemed distracted, her smile tinged with exhaustion and effort, as if it took considerable energy just to lift the corners of her lips.
As the two reached the hospital entrance, Tang Qinqin—clutching a small bag—suddenly spun around.
Facing the hospital, she stuck out her bottom, pulled down her lower eyelids with her fingers, stuck out her tongue, and wiggled her hips in a playful taunt.
"Bleh bleh bleh~~~"
"Stupid hospital!"
"Good riddance!!!"
After bidding this final farewell to the place that had confined her for nearly three years, Tang Qinqin turned away with a refreshed spirit, her every step exuding an air of liberation.
Beside her, Tang Manman couldn’t help but chuckle at her sister’s childish antics, her smile finally softening into something more genuine.
"Hehe."
Tang Qinqin glanced at her sister’s toothy grin and giggled.
"Sis, you’re finally smiling! You looked so unhappy earlier, I almost thought you didn’t want to come pick me up today."
Tang Manman shook her head with a faint smile and replied softly,
"No, it’s just... lately..."
She paused, her voice dropping even lower.
"I’ve been feeling a bit down."
"Feeling down?"
Tang Qinqin echoed, rolling her eyes in thought. After a moment, she looked up and asked,
"Why? Did Mom yell at you?"
"No."
Tang Manman shook her head.
"Then... is the family short on money again?"
Tang Qinqin’s voice grew cautious this time. She knew how much financial strain her three-year hospitalization had placed on the family, and the topic always filled her with guilt.
"No."
Tang Manman shook her head again. She tried to reach out and pat her sister’s head reassuringly, but her hands were too full of bags to lift that high.
She gave up.
If it wasn’t either of those...
Tang Qinqin—holding just one small bag—rested her free hand on her chin in thought before looking up again.
"Is it because of Lin Yu?"
"That Lin Yu you mentioned before?"
"..."
Tang Manman fell silent instantly. Her smile melted away like snow, and she turned her face slightly away, her voice suddenly weaker.
"No."
Then, abruptly, her tone shifted, laced with flustered irritation.
"Alright, stop asking random questions."
"There’s nothing wrong."
"It’s just..."
"Just..."
"Just some stress from school lately."
"Nothing else."
Tang Manman stumbled over her words.
Beside her, Tang Qinqin—who had observed every flicker of her sister’s reaction—could only sigh inwardly.
Silly sis.
At this point, you might as well have just said yes.
Having drawn her own conclusions, Tang Qinqin decided not to press further.
Clearly, her sister wasn’t going to spill anything.
I’ll ask Mom when we get home.
Or maybe Yu Kai.
And if neither of them tells me...
I’ll go find Lin Yu myself!
The thought made her curious.
What kind of person is Lin Yu, really?
Sis talks about him like he’s perfect, but Yu Kai makes him sound like the worst.
Hmm...
Guess I’ll have to see for myself...
...
The two arrived at the bus stop, lugging their bags.
As the bus approached in the distance, their hopeful expressions quickly soured.
It was the weekend, and the bus was packed to the brim. Peering through the front window, all they could see was a wall of bodies, pressed shoulder-to-shoulder in suffocating closeness.
The sight made their delicate faces scrunch up in dismay.
The bus rolled to a stop.
Both doors slid open, revealing the sea of passengers inside.
Tang Qinqin heaved a dramatic sigh and reached out to take some of her sister’s bags, hoping to lighten the load for the impending squeeze.
"Qinqin."
Tang Manman suddenly spoke up.
"Yeah?"
"What’s up, sis?"
Tang Qinqin blinked in confusion.
"How about we take a taxi instead?"
Tang Manman met her sister’s gaze and winked playfully.
"Huh?"
"Really?!"
Tang Qinqin’s dull eyes instantly sparkled.
"But..."
"Won’t that cost a lot?"
She put on a responsible front, though the excitement in her eyes betrayed her.
Tang Manman, well aware of her sister’s true feelings, chuckled lightly and offered a simple justification.
"It’s fine. Sis has money. Besides, this is the last time we’re leaving this hospital."
"We’re never coming back—one taxi ride won’t hurt."
"Mhm!"
Tang Qinqin nodded eagerly, repeating with glee:
"Last time!"
"Never setting foot in this awful place again!!!"
agon king storylines. At the start, I obtained the "Ultimate Lackey System" - the more I act as a lackey, the stronger I become. What else could I do? I chose to become the personal henchman of the ultimate villain, Su Muwan. I provoke all sorts of chosen ones, snatch away their opportunities, and commit every evil deed imaginable. You ask who's behind me? Hmph! You're not worthy of knowing my lady's name! ...... ....... I am Su Muwan, the eldest daughter of the Su family. Since childhood, I've possessed extraordinary talent in martial arts, which led to my arrogant and domineering personality in my past life. I was even foolish enough to repeatedly challenge those favored by heaven, ultimately resulting in a tragic death. In this life, I must behave and absolutely cannot walk the same path again!! However... SLAP!! "So you're the Dragon King, huh?!" When I saw my little lackey swagger over and viciously slap the Dragon King who was hiding his identity, I felt my heart sink. Su Muwan's suspended heart finally died as she watched Qin Luo, her utterly loyal lackey, standing before her. She fainted on the spot from shock. Heaven is determined to destroy me!! (Pure love 1v1, light-hearted, no angst, single female lead, villain, reincarnation, lackey)
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.”
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
