The screams from Han Juyou's home quickly drew the attention of the neighbors. Knowing that Han Tianming's family was often harassed by debt collectors, the concerned neighbors assumed it was another such incident and called the police.
By the time the officers arrived, Liu Muye had already subdued the debt collectors.
"...Wait, let me get this straight," one officer said, scratching his head. "You're saying that while the two of you were eating, this man Han Tianming and these debt collectors barged in, and then he fought them all single-handedly in a bloody brawl? And you didn’t even have time to intervene before both sides collapsed?"
"Exactly. Every word is true," Liu Muye replied calmly.
The officer glanced at the groaning debt collectors sprawled on the floor, then at the terrified Han Tianming, before turning back to Liu Muye, who was recounting the absurd "crime scene" with an unshakable poker face. The officer looked utterly unconvinced.
"That’s right, Officer! I can vouch for it!" Han Juyou chimed in, raising her hand earnestly. "The fight was intense! My dad was winning at first, but then someone hit him with a bowl from behind, and that’s how he lost. The whole thing lasted less than two minutes. Liu Muye and I were still sitting at the table—we didn’t even have time to stand up before it was over."
"..."
The officer looked back and forth between Liu Muye and Han Juyou, then down at the dazed Han Tianming, before finally eyeing the bruised and battered debt collectors. "Is what they’re saying true?" he asked.
The thugs immediately clamored in agreement:
"Yeah!"
"Absolutely!"
"Officer, please just take us away!"
"We surrender! We confess!"
The four officers huddled together to discuss the bizarre situation.
"Uh… what do we do now?"
"This is way too weird."
"Should we just take everyone to the station first?"
"Sounds good."
After a brief deliberation, they decided to bring everyone in for questioning.
"Alright, everyone, you’re all coming with us," the lead officer announced.
"Hey, hey," Liu Muye tugged at one officer’s sleeve. "Officer, my friend Han Juyou and I didn’t even lift a finger. Do we really have to go to the station?"
"Rules are rules. Whether you fought or not, you’re coming with us."
"I’m Liu Muye, the young master of the Liu Group. I know your director—why don’t you give him a call…"
"I don’t care if you’re some young master or—wait, what? You know our director?"
"Yep. Call him if you don’t believe me."
"...Hold on."
The officer stepped outside, phone in hand, skepticism written all over his face.
A minute later, he returned and said to his colleagues, "Everyone except these two—take the rest in." He pointed at Liu Muye and Han Juyou.
Soon after, the officers escorted Han Tianming and the debt collectors out of the house.
"What did you say to them?" Han Juyou asked, wide-eyed. "Why did they let us go?"
Liu Muye smirked confidently. "Who do you think I am? I’m Young Master Liu. Of course I’ve got some pull."
"Color me impressed," Han Juyou said, giving him a thumbs-up.
"Alright, let’s finish eating," Liu Muye suggested.
"You’re such a weirdo. How can you still have an appetite after all that?" Han Juyou shook her head in amused disbelief. "You go ahead. I’ll clean up first."
"I’ll help."
"No need. You’re Young Master Liu, after all," she teased. "A big shot like you shouldn’t dirty his hands with chores. I’ll handle it."
With that, she pushed him back into his seat and swiftly tidied up the room, humming a cheerful tune as she worked. She couldn’t help but feel happy—Liu Muye had not only taught her deadbeat father a lesson but also avenged her mother by beating up the thugs who’d hurt her.
Once the cleaning was done, they resumed their meal. The earlier chaos hadn’t dampened Liu Muye’s appetite—he hadn’t eaten all day, after all.
"Should I heat up the food?" Han Juyou asked.
Liu Muye waved her off. "Nah, it’s fine. It’s hot enough outside—cold food won’t kill me. I eat it like this all the time anyway."
"Pfft—" Han Juyou covered her mouth, giggling.
"What’s so funny?"
"You’re the most down-to-earth rich kid I’ve ever met."
"Damn right," Liu Muye said, thumping his chest. "I’ll have you know, you won’t find another heir in Shangjing City as chill as me."
"How are you so good at fighting?" Han Juyou sat back down.
Liu Muye pretended to think. "As a rich kid, isn’t it reasonable for me to learn some self-defense?"
"Not even a little!" Han Juyou rolled her eyes. "Liu Muye, what other secrets are you hiding from me?"
"What secrets? I’m just your average, run-of-the-mill young master."
Han Juyou narrowed her eyes. "I don’t believe you. You’re definitely keeping something from me!"
Seeing her persistence, Liu Muye quickly changed the subject. "Stop overthinking it and eat before the food gets cold!"
Fine, if you won’t tell me, I’ll find out myself… Han Juyou thought, filing away her curiosity for later.
"The rib soup’s gone cold. Want me to warm it up?"
"Seriously, it’s fine. Just eat."
Liu Muye dug back into his meal with gusto while Han Juyou watched him, a small smile tugging at her lips.
She hadn’t even realized it herself, but ever since meeting Liu Muye, she’d been smiling a lot more.
After dinner, Han Juyou walked Liu Muye downstairs to retrieve her notebook.
"Why didn’t you bring your fancy car today?"
"What, you got a problem with my van?"
"Pfft." Han Juyou laughed. "I wouldn’t care if you rode a bicycle here."
"Glad to hear it. At least my all-night notebook repair wasn’t for nothing."
Liu Muye pulled a paper bag from the van and handed it to her.
"You… you…"
Han Juyou pulled out the notebook, now meticulously patched with transparent tape, and her eyes instantly welled up.
"Did… did you fix this?" she asked, her voice trembling.
"Yep. Stayed up all night taping it back together. Pretty touching, huh?" Liu Muye puffed out his chest proudly.
"Waaah—"
"Wow, you’re crying? That moved?"
"Touched my foot! Who told you to tape my novel so ugly?! Waaah—"
"Damn, you actually think the way I taped it looks ugly?" Liu Muye widened his eyes. "I shouldn’t have helped you in the first place. No good deed goes unpunished."
"Waaah… come closer…"
Han Juyou covered her eyes, sobbing, while gesturing for Liu Muye to approach.
"You—what do you want?"
Liu Muye thought she was furious and about to hit him. A little scared but still cautious, he inched closer.
"Whoosh—"
In the dim, rundown hallway, right by the beat-up minivan, the tearful girl suddenly threw her arms around the boy in front of her...
...
"Director Luo, what should we do with these people?"
"I’ll handle the interrogation later."
"Understood."
After the door closed, Luo Ji muttered under his breath, "That Liu Muye… really knows how to make trouble for me."
...
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.
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.”
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."
