"Tsk, men." A faint smirk curled at the corner of Nangong Ye's lips—three parts aloofness, three parts mockery, and four parts utter nonchalance. He declared with domineering arrogance, "If this is your way of getting my attention, then congratulations. You've succeeded."
"......"
Staring at this man whose looks rivaled his own but whose speech was as cringeworthy as a middle-schooler's, Liu Muye fell into stunned silence.
Just one encounter, and Liu Muye was already so embarrassed he could dig out a three-bedroom luxury apartment with his toes.
He muttered under his breath, "So this is how awkward those overbearing CEO lines sound in real life? Guess artistic creations really shouldn’t stray too far from reality."
"Man, what are you saying?" Nangong Ye narrowed his eyes coldly. "Who exactly are you? Why are you approaching me? What’s your goal? You—mmph!"
Before Nangong Ye could finish, Liu Muye reached out and clamped a hand over his mouth.
Sweating bullets, Liu Muye said, "Save those cringey CEO lines for the female lead. I’ll pass, thanks."
The fangirls surrounding them erupted into squeals at the sight.
"Oh my god! Who is this insanely handsome guy as tall and gorgeous as Nangong Ye?"
"He actually dared to touch the flawless face of the Nangong family’s young master! He’s crossed Nangong Ye’s bottom line—he’s dead meat!"
"Even though this hottie is three centimeters shorter than Young Master Nangong, he’s still so dreamy. What a shame if he dies..."
Liu Muye listened to the background characters’ chatter, his face darkening. Though he knew they were complimenting him, the sheer embarrassment made him wish he could vanish on the spot.
He roared internally, "What was I thinking back then? How could I have written such cringey Mary Sue dialogue? No wonder my advisor told me not to admit I majored in Chinese when I graduated."
"You dare touch my face?" Nangong Ye slapped Liu Muye’s hand away and pointed at him. "Man, you’re playing with fire. Do you have any idea what happens to those who anger me? I’ll bury your entire family!"
Before meeting Nangong Ye, Liu Muye had actually been somewhat looking forward to it—after all, Nangong Ye was his own literary creation, his "son." When describing Nangong Ye’s looks and physique, he’d even modeled them after his own dashing appearance.
[What! Don’t you all know Liu Muye is as handsome as you, dear readers?]
But after just a few exchanges, Liu Muye completely disowned this "son." Though the guy was just as tall and good-looking, he was like a rebellious teenager stuck in an edgy phase—talking to him was mortifying.
"Freak. Go play by yourself."
Grumbling, Liu Muye grabbed his registration materials from the table and turned to leave.
Glancing at Liu Muye’s retreating figure, then at the freshman records on the desk—Liu Muye—Nangong Ye pulled out his phone and dialed a number. "Liu Muye. I want this man’s complete profile in three minutes."
......
"Wow, is that girl a freshman too?"
"Oh my god, she’s like a fairy descended from heaven."
"The phrase ‘ethereal beauty’ has been personified in her."
"With that aura, she must be some young mistress from a prominent family in Shangjing City, right?"
Liu Muye hadn’t gone far from the registration area when these gasps reached his ears.
Following the voices, he spotted an aloof, breathtakingly beautiful girl dressed plainly but radiating elegance as she walked toward the registration desk. One glance was all it took for Liu Muye to confirm—this was Shangguan Yurou.
Just as the male protagonist drove crowds wild wherever he went, the novel’s female lead was also a universally adored beauty.
If Liu Muye remembered correctly, the first chapter of The Young Master Nangong’s Beloved depicted the male and female leads meeting at the freshman registration.
After learning they’d been betrothed by their parents, the male lead refused to meet his unseen fiancée and instead accepted his grandfather’s task to attend Siliya Academy. The female lead, unwilling to marry a stranger, ran away from home and enrolled under a hidden identity.
The rest was cliché: the two met by chance at registration, started off as hostile rivals, then gradually fell for each other through a series of contrived coincidences.
Eventually, they confessed their feelings, revealed their identities, and vowed to defy their families—only to realize it had all been a misunderstanding. They were the betrothed couple all along...
That covered the first two volumes.
In the original plot, Han Juyou didn’t appear until over a dozen chapters later, and her full descent into villainy was a third-volume development—back when Liu Muye had run out of ideas and padded the story with her schemes to meet word count quotas.
Looking back, Liu Muye wanted to time-travel and slap his past self—why did he have to drag things out? Now look where that got him.
At this moment, Shangguan Yurou—dressed inconspicuously to hide her identity—still drew awestruck murmurs wherever she walked, her delicate features and graceful aura making her seem otherworldly.
Her beauty starkly contrasted Han Juyou’s innate sensuality.
Shangguan Yurou was cold and regal, like a celestial maiden descending in white robes, untouched by mortal trivialities.
Liu Muye recalled his original description of her:
Her phoenix eyes brimmed with classical elegance, exuding dignified grace. Her nose, petite yet straight, seemed carved from jade. Her lips resembled delicate petals blooming in an ancient painting. Her oval face accentuated her refined, transcendent aura, radiating an intense Eastern charm.
Seeing her in person, he was struck anew by the poise and nobility in her every movement.
[But no matter how you describe Shangguan Yurou’s beauty, she’ll never surpass you, dear female readers (assuming this book even has any).]
Watching Shangguan Yurou, Liu Muye abruptly changed his mind about leaving. He decided to stay and spectate—the meet-cute between the leads was bound to be hilarious.
Originally, Shangguan Yurou was supposed to bump into Nangong Ye at a corner, triggering his overbearing CEO spiel and sparking their feud.
But things didn’t go as scripted. Nangong Ye was still by the entrance, phone in hand, ordering Liu Muye’s background check. The destined rivals merely brushed past each other.
Nothing happened.
"!?!"
Liu Muye, watching from a distance, froze in disbelief.
Shangguan Yurou completed her registration, collected the materials, and turned to leave—yet not a single interaction passed between the two.
Once the female lead was gone, Nangong Ye also finished his phone call and began his own registration process.
"Damn!" Liu Muye scratched his head and muttered, "This... this plot... No, this can't be right!?"
...
[When a butterfly flaps its wings just once more, the entire story is rewritten from scratch. —Liu Muye's Notes]
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y came from. The chests contained supplies, currency, class-change scrolls, skills, talents… and even godhood! The laws of the world were completely rewritten. This became a world where everyone gambled with their fate! Some people, despite having nothing, opened a divine artifact and rose to the top, eventually ruling the world. Others went bankrupt, opened nothing but worthless junk, and leaped from skyscrapers in despair. Lin Ye arrived in this world from another reality, utterly bewildered. “What is going on? Why is everyone a gambling addict?!” “Opening chests? No way. I refuse to gamble. I’ll start with myself!” Until— On his first chest, he obtained a Mythic Talent: Void Incarnation! He could become completely intangible, pass through all things, and reduce everything to nothingness! … On his fiftieth chest, he obtained a Mythic Weapon: Blade of Karma! With a single slash, karma shattered, twisting the universe and overturning the myriad phenomena of creation! … On his ninety-ninth chest, he obtained a Mythic Divine Treasure: Primordial Purple Energy! It could split open the heavens and earth, create all things, and evolve countless worlds with a single thought! Lin Ye: “Now that I think about it… shouldn’t someone have told me that every chest is guaranteed to contain something Mythic?!”
lity and could only live as an ordinary mortal. He only wished to live a peaceful life. Yet he didn't know— The dog he adopted, because it ate his food, became a legendary demon king. The kitchen knife he casually forged became a peerless divine weapon, causing numerous experts to fight desperately for it. The young disciple he took in became an immortal lord that led an era, due to cultivating the techniques Ye Feng taught him. Even the skeletons he looked down on the most were ominous demon kings that suppressed countless worlds. Many years later, looking at the void shattered with a punch, Ye Feng murmured to himself: It turns out the peerless kings were myself all along...
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
