Outside the office door, a woman in a professional suit stood with a dazed expression, her faith seemingly shattered.
Landing a job at this top-tier company had initially filled her with joy.
Especially the meteoric rise to becoming the CEO’s personal assistant—it felt like a dream come true.
But now...
The woman lifted her head, her empty gaze fixed on the bright, limestone-colored ceiling above.
She couldn’t wrap her head around why her daily task was to make endless calls to a single phone number.
What kind of assistant’s job was this?!
For a moment, she teetered on the edge of frustration, but quickly pulled herself together.
Whatever.
If her sole duty was making calls, so be it.
At least the paycheck was ridiculously fat.
Not bad at all~
Besides, the number had finally been answered today. That meant no more standing awkwardly next to the CEO, dialing endlessly and swapping SIM cards like some kind of telecom zombie.
Just as she was reveling in this thought, her phone buzzed in her pocket.
She pulled it out and saw the caller ID: "SUPER BOSS."
Glancing back at the CEO’s office behind her, she hesitantly answered.
"Hello, Boss..."
"Get in here."
Two words. Then the line went dead.
She had no idea what was going on, but something about the CEO’s tone felt... off.
Turning, she pushed open the office door and stepped inside.
The first thing she noticed was that the CEO wasn’t her usual self.
Normally, Qing Mo was the picture of icy detachment—cool, composed, utterly unflappable, as if the entire world moved at her command.
But right now?
Her hand, still gripping the phone, was slammed against the desk, veins stark against her fair skin.
A flush crept over her usually pale complexion, her breathing ragged, chest rising and falling rapidly.
At first glance, she looked furious.
But a closer look revealed something more complicated.
Anger was there, yes—but so was urgency, excitement, frustration, and...
Anticipation?
The assistant wasn’t sure if she was seeing things. She didn’t dare rub her eyes in front of the CEO.
Burying her confusion, she approached the desk and asked softly,
"CEO, what do you need?"
Qing Mo didn’t answer immediately. She took several deep breaths, steadying herself, before tossing the phone onto the desk and leaning back in her chair.
"Keep calling," she said coldly.
"Until he picks up."
"...Understood."
The assistant took the phone, careful not to show any discontent. She positioned herself where she could quickly hand it over if the call connected, yet stay out of the CEO’s way.
And so, she resumed her miserable task.
Meanwhile, Qing Mo remained in her chair, breathing still uneven.
Her delicate hands rested on her thighs, fingers slowly curling into fists—so tight her nails dug into her palms.
She knew this call was just another one of Lin Yu’s whims, whether he was in a good mood or a foul one.
But...
This feeling of being dismissed, toyed with...
Her tongue, a shade redder than most, darted out to moisten her dry lips.
How...
Exhilarating.
...
At the "Noob Express" pickup station, a girl tore open a package and pulled out a long, black object.
Nervous, she glanced around before pressing a button.
"ZZZZZT!!!"
Violet electricity crackled between the silver metal prongs, fierce and intimidating.
Satisfied, she exhaled in relief.
You really got what you paid for.
Remembering the two cheap stun guns she’d bought for 19.9 yuan on "Chop-Chop Shopping," she shook her head.
Pathetic.
The leakage current from her grandpa’s electric foot-massager (a freebie with his health supplements) probably packed more punch.
Tucking the stun gun into the deep inner pocket of her padded coat, she sniffled, her nose red from the cold, and trudged home through the heavy snow.
After just a few steps, she spotted a figure in white.
Tall, lanky, hands stuffed in pockets, his blond hair dusted with snow as he ambled aimlessly, like he was searching for something.
Her heart skipped—but then she realized this was her chance.
Might as well get his WeChat now instead of going through the hassle later.
Smiling sweetly, she started forward—then stopped.
Something occurred to her.
She backtracked to the pickup station and positioned herself in front of its glass door, studying her reflection.
A moment later, she pressed her lips together, nodded solemnly—then broke into a grin.
Heh (oˇ?ˇo)!
Still got it!
Though...
Her gaze dropped. She lifted her arms slightly, taking in the faded black coat and the jeans that had long since lost their original blue.
She sniffed again, suddenly worried he’d judge her for looking so... thrifty.
The thought dampened her mood.
Before her hospital stay, she’d had plenty of cute dresses and winter outfits!
But after being discharged, none of them fit anymore.
Now, with money tight, she had to make do with hand-me-downs from her older sister’s childhood.
But this wouldn’t last forever!
Her cheeks, pink from the cold, warmed with hope.
Her sister was about to take her exams. She’d promised that once she got her scholarship, they’d go shopping—new clothes, no compromises!
One day, she’d get into the same school, earn an even bigger scholarship.
So her sister and mom wouldn’t have to struggle anymore.
Her eyes drifted back to the guy ahead, his hair nearly white from the snow.
Unconsciously, her gaze lingered on his thick, pristine coat.
After a beat, she forced herself to look away, focusing instead on his face—the kind that screamed "trouble."
Hmph!
A guy who stared at her like that?
She wouldn’t even need fancy clothes to wrap him around her finger.
With a dismissive pout, she marched forward.
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.
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
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.”
