What does it mean to be wealthy?
Lin Yu believed he had some understanding of it.
For example, buying things without looking at the price.
Choosing only the most expensive items, not necessarily the best.
And for those even wealthier, like in movies and TV dramas, strutting into a mall or boutique with their noses in the air.
Waving their hands grandly to pick out dozens of outfits, then boldly declaring:
"These!"
"And these!"
"I don’t want them!"
"Pack up everything else!"
Admittedly, it might seem a bit ridiculous.
But there’s no denying that such behavior effectively showcases one’s financial power.
However, after spending a few hours with Qing Mo, Lin Yu finally learned what it truly means to be wealthy.
The fake wealthy splurge recklessly in malls, spending money like water.
The truly wealthy? They have the finest fashion team waiting in their estate, taking your measurements on the spot to tailor-make your clothes!
The fashion team members carefully carried away a pile of measurements and meticulously detailed notes, treading as if on thin ice.
Lin Yu rubbed his nose, feeling somewhat awkward.
Recalling the scene of being surrounded by women taking his measurements, he still felt a bit uneasy.
Apparently, he wasn’t quite accustomed to being pampered and attended to so carefully.
But honestly?
It wasn’t half bad!
Just a little strange.
Lin Yu was puzzled.
Why did those women look so terrified while measuring him?
Was his face that intimidating?
...
Well, maybe he wasn’t exactly the friendliest-looking guy.
Lin Yu had some self-awareness about his appearance.
But it wasn’t like he’d suddenly turn into a beast and devour them—what were they all so afraid of?
Lin Yu couldn’t make sense of it.
Since it was just a trivial little question, he decided not to dwell on it.
Turning around, he went to grab his jacket from the table. But before he could take more than a few steps, a sudden chill ran down his spine.
???
Where did that cold draft come from?
Could a high-end villa like this really have leaks?
Shrinking his neck slightly, Lin Yu followed his instincts and glanced toward the source of the coldness.
There, on the plush sofa not far away, sat Qing Mo with her arms crossed. Her face was frosty, her ethereally beautiful features now icy to the extreme. If one looked closely, they might even detect a hint of murderous intent in her frigid gaze.
Seeing her like this, Lin Yu felt like he’d figured something out.
Glancing back at the retreating figures of the fashion team, then at Qing Mo’s icy stare fixed on their backs, Lin Yu sniffed and dismissed the thought.
Qing Mo’s feelings for him were, at their core, just a twisted physiological need.
There was no way she’d act like some lovestruck girl, getting jealous over him.
Especially not over something so ridiculous!
Not wanting to be labeled a narcissistic jerk, Lin Yu shook his head, banishing the strange thoughts, and continued toward the table to put on his jacket.
"If there’s nothing else, I’ll head out first."
"You can pick me up when it’s time for the banquet."
Lin Yu spoke without turning his head as he dressed.
It was only a little past one in the afternoon—who knew how long he’d have to wait for the banquet? Might as well go back to his shabby little rental and lie down for a bit.
Weird, though.
He still had half a year left before officially becoming a college graduate, so why did he already feel like lazing around all day?
"You can’t leave. You still have to try on clothes, shoes, get your banquet makeup done, and learn some basic etiquette for the event."
Qing Mo listed off a whole afternoon’s worth of tasks, making Lin Yu’s head spin. He was even tempted to bail right then and there.
So much hassle!
Makeup too?
Wait—
Makeup?!
Lin Yu frowned as a terrible premonition crept into his mind...
...
Under Qing Mo’s unyielding orders, the makeup artist was switched from a pretty young woman to a hastily summoned male makeup artist—who was, admittedly, a bit effeminate.
Lin Yu couldn’t care less about that.
What he cared about was his face.
Or rather, the makeup on it.
"Hey, man."
"Can we just skip the removal and apply the new makeup over this?"
Lin Yu looked up at the makeup artist organizing his tools.
"Uh..."
"I’m afraid not."
The makeup artist hesitated, then explained apologetically:
"The current makeup on your face is too rough. It needs to be removed first so the new application looks natural."
Lin Yu clicked his tongue in resignation before sighing.
"Fine, do whatever!"
With permission granted, the makeup artist gently began removing Lin Yu’s makeup with cleanser and cotton pads.
As the cosmetics were wiped away, the most unsightly version of Lin Yu’s face was gradually revealed to everyone present...
...
A vein throbbed on Lin Yu’s forehead—he was seriously about to lose it.
Through the mirror, he witnessed Qing Mo’s entire reaction.
At first, she glanced over with mild curiosity. Then, as if she’d seen something hilarious, her lips twitched, and her icy expression melted instantly, nearly bursting into laughter.
Noticing his glare, she pressed her red lips together, straining to keep a straight face while pretending to look elsewhere.
But her beautiful eyes seemed to have a mind of their own, drifting back toward him again and again.
After a few more glances, she could barely hold it in anymore. She raised a hand to cover her mouth, her shoulders trembling with suppressed laughter, as if she were seconds away from breaking down completely.
By now, she’d resorted to covering her face with both hands, her shoulders shaking uncontrollably.
Lin Yu was furious, but compared to Qing Mo—who at least tried to hold back—he had a more pressing target for his anger.
He turned his murderous gaze toward the effeminate makeup artist beside him.
"Hey, buddy."
"Can you not laugh and just focus on the makeup?"
"How many times is this now?"
"If you mess up again and have to redo everything, don’t blame me for losing my temper!"
"S-sorry," the delicate makeup artist stammered, struggling to stifle his giggles.
"And you!"
Lin Yu glared at the reflection of the person sneaking glances at him in the mirror.
"Turn around! No peeking!"
...
By the time the grueling makeup session finally ended, the sky outside had darkened considerably.
After changing into a freshly tailored suit and expensive leather shoes, Lin Yu stood before the full-length mirror, his mood improving slightly as he took in his reflection.
Well, at least the afternoon wasn’t a complete waste!
Turns out, he wasn’t half bad-looking after all!
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
