Qing Mo's disgusted voice reached Xu Mingyao's ears with absolute clarity.
She froze abruptly.
Warm tears were still sliding slowly down her red, tear-stained face, but her expression had lost all its warmth.
She was as stiff and wooden as a statue.
It was as if her very soul had been annihilated into nothingness by those words of disgust.
"Hahahahahaha!"
Lin Yu's laughter burst from the phone's receiver, so loud his voice almost cracked.
He sounded like he had just finished watching the world's greatest circus performance, entirely unsparing with his laughter.
"Well said!"
"Wonderfully said!"
"I'll reward you right now!"
The pained sounds from the receiver instantly changed their tune, becoming as joyous as a musical movement.
This time.
Xu Mingyao could do nothing.
She couldn't even muster the strength to curse.
An indescribable anger boiled within her body.
On the snow-white bedsheets, her pale, delicate hand clenched tightly into a fist, wrinkling a large patch of the fabric, yet her fist still trembled uncontrollably.
She gasped heavily for air, the deep flush of anger on her face gradually spreading down her neck.
Under such extreme agitation, the veins on her neck bulged, pulsing forcefully with every breath she took.
Standing by the sofa, watching Xu Mingyao trembling with rage, Tao Yaoyao's eyes revealed a hint of worry.
Long before Xu Mingyao woke up, she had been staying in this luxurious hotel suite.
After all, the Xu family's assets had now been completely frozen; apart from the hotel, the two of them had nowhere else to stay.
And naturally, everything that had just happened had fallen upon her ears as well.
During the time Xu Mingyao was going mad, she hadn't made a single sound, trying her best to minimize her presence.
Because she knew her too well.
Due to being spoiled since childhood, whenever she got angry, she cared for nothing and no one.
With the exception of a very few people, anyone who approached her at this time would inevitably become the target of her venting.
So at times like this, the best method was to treat oneself as thin air and avoid catching her attention.
Things would be fine once she finished being angry, or at least when she wasn't as angry anymore.
Only this time...
Tao Yaoyao looked at Xu Mingyao with worried eyes.
Just a moment ago she was merely panting heavily, but in this short while, she was starting to look as if she were having trouble breathing.
The rising and falling of her chest became increasingly violent, and her gasps carried a somewhat sickly moan.
Tao Yaoyao was very worried about her, afraid she might make herself ill from the anger.
Amidst Xu Mingyao's increasingly heavy panting, Tao Yaoyao felt deeply uneasy.
Ultimately, her concern for Xu Mingyao outweighed the consideration for her own safety.
Tao Yaoyao stepped forward, crouched by the bed, and gently held the hand Xu Mingyao was using to grip the crumpled bedsheet.
Holding her breath, she said softly and cautiously:
"Sister Ming, don't be angry, I..."
Before Tao Yaoyao could finish speaking, a heavy, transparent glass ashtray was smashed down toward her face.
Crashing down alongside the ashtray was Xu Mingyao's furious roar.
"Get out!!!"
The diamond-like glass ashtray with its countless faceted edges struck hard just above Tao Yaoyao's brow.
Those edges weren't sharp, but under Xu Mingyao's angry swing, the hard glass easily broke Tao Yaoyao's skin.
Blood rushed out, flowing from the wound above her brow.
The bright red blood traced past her brow, splitting into two streams at the bridge of her nose, and slid down Tao Yaoyao's fair skin.
Perhaps because she was mentally prepared, pain did not linger on Tao Yaoyao's face for long.
What showed more on her face was a kind of calmness.
A sorrowful calmness.
As the bright red streaks of blood caught Xu Mingyao's eyes, she suddenly froze for a second.
Above the surging sea of anger, a wave of guilt suddenly reared its head like a small hill.
But very quickly, that fragile guilt was smashed to pieces by the waves of fury.
"What are you still putting on an act here for?!"
"Why don't you get out along with those bitches!"
"You whores are all the same!"
"You only have money in your eyes!"
"Now I have no money left!"
"What are you still pretending for?"
"Why don't you get out with them!!!"
Xu Mingyao roared furiously at Tao Yaoyao, her crazed demeanor perfectly masking the tears that were flowing even faster down her face.
Tao Yaoyao's thick eyelashes trembled, lowering even further.
She lowered her head and, as she usually did when she made Xu Mingyao angry, spoke softly:
"I'm sorry."
After speaking, she slowly stood up, turned around, and walked away.
Xu Mingyao panted heavily; her gaze did not follow Tao Yaoyao's movement, but instead continued to glare at the spot by the bed where she had just been crouching.
She wanted so badly not to care about her, but she still couldn't control herself from averting her gaze to secretly check where Tao Yaoyao was going.
Seeing that she didn't leave the hotel room, but instead picked up the hotel's first-aid kit and walked into the bathroom, her suspended heart finally settled down...
...
When it came to treating flesh wounds and minor cuts, Tao Yaoyao had always been an expert.
An expert forged by prolonged experience with injuries.
So it took no more than a few minutes for Tao Yaoyao to treat the roughly one-inch wound above her brow.
After dressing the wound, Tao Yaoyao did not leave the bathroom.
Looking at herself in the mirror, she saw another one of her wounds.
The shallow cut on her neck had long stopped bleeding.
After more than a day of healing, the already subtle wound had become even less noticeable.
She raised her chin slightly, lifted her hand, and gently stroked the wound with her fingers.
She thought of him.
She remembered how yesterday, despite being equally furious, he had chosen to compromise.
She remembered his reluctant warning.
Her eyes noticeably darkened a shade.
For no reason, she thought of that girl named Tang Manman.
She felt that she was truly lucky.

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...

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.”

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)

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.