"Since my appearance has altered the plot of the book I transmigrated into, what consequences might that bring?"
Liu Muye sat on a bench beneath the academic building, replaying in his mind the scene of the male and female leads' first encounter. After pondering for a few seconds, he gritted his teeth, as if steeling himself for a decision.
Muttering under his breath, he said, "Screw it. I’ve crossed into this world as a rich guy—might as well enjoy my brand-new life to the fullest!"
His own happiness came first. As for the rest of the messy complications… who cared?
With that thought, Liu Muye instantly felt lighter. He stood up and headed toward the gates of Siliya Academy, hailing a taxi outside.
"To Toad Palace Manor."
"Right away!"
...
Toad Palace Manor.
One of the most luxurious estates in Liu Muye’s novel, and one of the few properties with no ties to the male lead.
Nestled in the heart of Shangjing City’s inner ring—a district where land was worth its weight in gold—the manor was where the waters of the Shang River converged, forming a lake shaped like a treasure basin. At its center lay an island, and from an aerial view, the entire landscape resembled a golden toad perched atop a basin of wealth—hence the name "Toad Palace."
The fertile soil and lush greenery had been largely preserved even after the area was developed into a private residential zone.
The car pulled up at the entrance of Villa No. 1. Liu Muye casually pulled a few bills from his wallet and handed them to the driver, not even bothering to say "keep the change" before stepping out.
He was getting better and better at playing the rich guy—no, scratch that. He wasn’t pretending anymore. He was rich now.
Villa No. 1 faced Treasure Lake. From a distance, Liu Muye could make out the opulent structure on the island at the lake’s center.
That island was Toad Palace Winery—the setting in the novel where the male and female leads attended a masquerade ball. Masquerades, a staple trope in cheesy romance novels, were where the protagonists broke the ice and deepened their bond.
Scenes like these always included background characters badmouthing the female lead or a scheming rival ruining her dress—cliches so old they’d been around for twenty years and still popped up today.
Ahem, getting sidetracked. Those plot points were for later.
Hands in his pockets, Liu Muye turned and strode into the villa’s courtyard.
"Oh! Young Master is back!"
"Young Master, you must be tired."
"Did everything go smoothly with your enrollment today, Young Master?"
The moment Liu Muye stepped past the gates, two neat rows of servants bowed and greeted him in unison.
The flattery around him brought a mix of joy and an inexplicable pang of bitterness.
Back when he’d just graduated college and was struggling to make it in the city, who’d ever spared him a second thought?
Returning daily to a coffin-sized rental with barely enough space to stand between the bed and the toilet, eating cheap, pre-packaged takeout with its gimmicky "liquid spoon" and off-brand soda, then collapsing onto a cold single bed—he’d felt like his life was already over.
Thankfully, those days were behind him. Now, he was living the high life.
The thought only solidified his resolve to stay in this fictional world.
Screw the real world. I’m never going back, he grumbled inwardly.
Oddly, aside from the servants, the villa was empty. He’d half-expected to meet his "parents" from this world.
Maybe it was for the best. Having parents around would’ve felt awkward anyway.
Liu Muye flopped onto the lavish sofa in a classic "Gyou-tāng" pose.
The butler approached and asked softly, "Young Master Liu, would you like something to eat?"
"Do you have soy milk?"
"Yes."
"Bring me two bowls."
"Right away."
Soon, two maids emerged, each carrying a bowl of soy milk.
"I’ll drink one. Pour the other into the trash," Liu Muye said, downing one bowl in a single gulp.
The maid hesitated. "Throw it away?"
"Yeah." Liu Muye nodded.
Without another word, the maid promptly dumped the second bowl into the bin.
Liu Muye eyed her. "Aren’t you going to ask why I’m wasting it?"
The maid smiled politely. "Young Master must have your reasons. It’s not my place to question."
"...Alright."
Liu Muye pressed his lips together, as if holding back words, then finally said nothing and headed for the villa’s elevator.
The reason for tossing the second bowl?
One late night, after finishing a writing session, he’d slurped instant noodles and sworn to himself:
When I strike it rich, I’ll buy two bowls of soy milk—drink one, pour the other away.
[Author’s note: Fictional behavior only. Don’t waste food in real life.]
Now that his old vow had been effortlessly fulfilled, Liu Muye felt oddly hollow.
...
After spending the afternoon indulging in every luxury the villa had to offer, Liu Muye suddenly found it all… dull.
Floating in a sprawling, thousand-square-meter pool, sipping fresh coconuts hand-fed by bikini-clad beauties, he sighed. "So this is the life of the rich. Predictably boring."
The women giggled. "Does the Young Master want to try something else?"
They encircled him in the water, but Liu Muye felt no spark. It wasn’t that they weren’t beautiful—his mind was fixated on another image.
Those striking, deep, alluring eyes, tinged with mystery…
Han Juyou?
We only met once. Why can’t I stop thinking about her?
The realization startled him.
Splash—
Liu Muye bolted upright from the pool. A servant immediately draped a plush, snow-white towel over his shoulders, its faint scent of white camellia lingering in the air.
White camellia?
That smell again.
Identical to Han Juyou’s.
Frowning, Liu Muye said, "I don’t like this towel’s scent. Change it next time."
"But Young Master, this one—"
The servant reached to remove it, but Liu Muye waved her off. "Keep it for now."
Drying his hair with the towel, he padded barefoot through the villa’s floor-to-ceiling glass doors.
After changing, he picked a sports car at random from the garage, familiarized himself with the controls, and drove off.
With the convertible top down and the lakeside breeze in his face, his mind cleared. Running his fingers over the shield emblem on the steering wheel, Liu Muye smirked.
His new life had only just begun. Why wouldn’t he enjoy it?
...
fe full of thrilling battles, ultimately sacrificing himself to protect his homeland and its people. Unexpectedly, he was reborn into his youth, where he encountered the campus ice queen, Ye Miyue, now working as a masseuse at his family's martial arts school. "How long have you been doing this?" "I-it's my first time..." the campus belle murmured, her head bowed. Wang Xian remembered clearly that back then, although Ye Miyue had not yet awakened her martial arts talent, her outstanding academic performance, breathtaking beauty, and icy demeanor had made her the moon goddess of every boy in school. He was no exception. In his previous life, they had no connection, never imagining they would meet under such circumstances. Sadly, today the city was attacked by an S-class beast, the 'Wind King Falcon,' destroying nearly half of the city streets. Ye Miyue had died on her way home during this disaster. Now, given a second chance, facing the campus goddess of his youth, Wang Xian resolutely decided to extend her session! And so. "My hands are tired..." the blushing campus belle whispered, relieved. Wang Xian pointed to her slender calves and said, "Who said only hands can massage? There are feet too!" "Extend the session, continue!"
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
is Tough】+【The Protagonist is a Succubus】+【Sibling Rivalry】+【Extra Sweet】+【No Tragedies】+【Emotional Tug-of-War】+【So Sweet It Feels Like Sci-Fi】 ... ... 【Sister Tags: Gentle, Cold & Aloof, Passionate, Tsundere, Selfless, Black Long Hair, Adorable, Loli, British Princess, Elementary School Student, etc...】 ... ... 【Notification: Completed making breakfast for younger sister Gu Ximan. Reward: 1 point】 【Notification: Completed squeezing toothpaste for younger sister Gu Ximan. Reward: 1 point】 【Notification: Special mission has been inactive for two weeks and cannot refresh. Please complete it as soon as possible】 Just as Gu Luo was at a loss about the special mission, his cheap dad sent him a message. 【Dad: Xiao Luo, your old man finally escaped the friendzone】 Gu Luo: ? ? ? ... ... However, just as Gu Luo and the little angel’s relationship was heating up, other beauties decisively made their moves. From then on, Gu Luo—the hottest transfer student—could only tremble in the middle of it all. ... ... Alternative titles: 【All My Sisters Are Sick】【At the Top of the Food Chain Are the Sisters】
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
