Liu Muye had never imagined that one day he would transmigrate into the novel he wrote.
The plot of The CEO’s Beloved Sweetheart, his failed urban romance novel, was actually quite simple. To summarize in one sentence:
The sweet daily life of a domineering CEO and a wealthy heiress.
Or, to put it even more bluntly:
A cliché, over-the-top Mary Sue love story.
Mary Sue tropes were outdated by decades—no wonder his book flopped. He deserved it for writing something so cheesy.
Just like the tacky title, the male lead’s name was equally uninspired: Nangong Ye.
The female lead’s name was Shangguan Yurou.
And no, don’t ask why both protagonists had double surnames—it was purely for the sake of sounding pretentious.
These days, readers would tear into a book if the main characters had even slightly ugly names—something Liu Muye knew all too well.
Since this was a Mary Sue romance, of course there had to be a villainess to drive the plot forward. Her name was Han Juyou.
Yes, the same Han Juyou who jumped off a building in the novel’s finale.
As a pure plot device, her role was singular: to create drama.
When the male lead fell ill, she showed up before the female lead could, taking care of him and sparking misunderstandings.
When the male lead lost something, she framed the female lead, making him resent her.
When the male lead was about to propose, she arranged for the female lead to get hit by a car and lose her memory.
In short:
Whenever the plot stalled, she was there to force it forward—though with Liu Muye’s illogical and cringe-worthy writing, it was no surprise his career as an author was doomed.
“Achoo—!”
On his way to Sylia Business School, Liu Muye sneezed out of nowhere. Rubbing his nose, he muttered, “Who’s talking crap about me behind my back?”
He pulled out his ID from his wallet and examined it. It looked almost identical to his real-world ID—same face, same ID number, same birthday (still September 17).
The only difference was the address.
His current residence was listed as:
Mansion No. 1, Changong Estate, Inner Ring District, Shangjing City.
Staring at the address, Liu Muye felt a surge of smug satisfaction.
Wasn’t writing novels all about making money? If he couldn’t be rich in real life, he might as well live the high life in his own book!
Besides the wallet, there was also a phone—given to him earlier by Luo Ji—placed neatly beside it. The phone functioned just like a real-world smartphone, except all his contacts were replaced with characters from the novel. And then there was the account balance…
One, ten, hundred, thousand—bro, dad, grandpa, holy ancestors!
“Hell yeah! This is too damn good! I’d rather die in my own novel than go back!”
Liu Muye blurted out something utterly shameless as he gaped at the absurdly long string of digits on his screen. Then he pushed open the car door and stepped out.
The driver called out, “That’ll be thirty.”
Liu Muye immediately snapped, “What the hell? A few kilometers for thirty bucks? Even Sunan Province’s taxis aren’t this scammy!”
The driver muttered under his breath, “Cheapskate. If you’re broke, why take a cab?”
“Who said I’m broke?!”
Still adjusting to his newfound wealth, Liu Muye was jolted back to reality by the driver’s remark. He opened his wallet, pulled out two crisp hundred-yuan bills, and tossed them onto the passenger seat.
“Keep the change,” he said coolly.
The driver’s attitude did a complete 180. “Oh! Oh! Thank you, boss! You’re the most generous man I’ve ever met—and the handsomest!”
Liu Muye raised an eyebrow. “That’s not what you said a second ago.”
“I—I was blind! Look at this stupid mouth of mine!” The driver slapped himself twice, grinning obsequiously. “Please don’t be mad, boss.”
“Why would I waste my anger on you?”
“Yes, yes! You’re magnanimous, boss! Don’t lower yourself to my level…”
A smirk tugged at Liu Muye’s lips as he turned away, basking in the driver’s groveling, and strode toward Sylia Business School.
Siliya Royal Business School—Liu Muye hadn’t written much about this institution in his novel, but to emphasize the male lead’s elite status, he had established it as a world-class business academy.
Now, standing before the school gates, Liu Muye was stunned. The entrance was as grand as the Arc de Triomphe, with towering, intricately carved pillars and ornate engravings.
Is this really the school I wrote about?
It’s even more luxurious than I imagined!
As he marveled, a sudden realization hit him. His eyes lit up, and he muttered under his breath, “If I’m the school chairman’s son… then this fancy-ass school is basically mine, right?”
The thought made him even bolder. Swaggering like a character from a Stephen Chow movie, he strutted through the gates.
The security guard at the entrance saluted him. “Good morning, Young Master!”
“Mhm.”
Liu Muye gave a nonchalant hum, chin tilted up, and kept walking—until he tripped over something.
“Who the hell left this here?!”
Faceplanted on the ground, Liu Muye was about to unleash his fury when a soft, apologetic voice reached his ears.
“I’m so sorry! My luggage got in your way. Are you okay? Do you need me to take you to the infirmary?”
A girl helped him up. Just as he was about to brush it off, he caught sight of the heart-shaped beauty mark beneath her left eye.
His pupils shrank.
“Han Juyou?!”
The girl turned to him, puzzled. “Huh? You know me?”
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."
ose... to cooperate with the protagonist! Shen Yuan: I have a system! Protagonist: What? System: Holy crap, you're just spilling it out like that? Shen Yuan: Let's team up, we'll split the system rewards! Protagonist: Fifty-fifty split? Shen Yuan: No way! Protagonist: What!? I'm the one getting beaten up, and I don't get half? Shen Yuan: Forty-sixty split, I get forty, you get sixty! Protagonist: Deal! Big brother, come on, hit me! As long as it doesn't kill me, beat me like you mean it! Shen Yuan: Don't worry... I will definitely protect all of you! No one but me can lay a finger on you! Guard our Heaven's Chosen Ones! I'm the only one allowed to bully them!
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
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.”
