"Ah, alright! It's fine, go ahead and wear it." Li Ming took a deep breath.
Having just escaped from that seductress, only to witness this scene—who could handle it?
By now, Wang Xin had finished dressing and turned around, standing quietly as she waited for Li Ming's instructions.
"Earlier, I tried to borrow some makeup for you, but I couldn’t get any. All I managed was this lipstick. Try it on." Li Ming handed the lipstick to a delighted Wang Xin.
"Oh! Thank you, Warden! I haven’t worn lipstick since I got here! And it’s red—perfect!" Wang Xin took the lipstick and checked herself in the mirror on the wall. The red shade suited her cool, pale complexion perfectly. Her previously weary appearance instantly brightened, radiating a full feminine charm.
Li Ming was quite satisfied too. Wang Xin was already strikingly beautiful, and even just a touch of lipstick made her even more captivating.
He didn’t dare look too long, though. One glance and he’d remember what happened last time in the counseling room. Sometimes, he cursed his special-forces-level physique—it made things so difficult!
After admiring herself in the mirror, Wang Xin walked back to Li Ming, completely unaware of his inner turmoil.
"Warden, I’m ready. Let’s go to the counseling room!"
As she spoke, she even raised an eyebrow at him, dropping a not-so-subtle hint.
But her flirtation had no effect this time. Li Ming wasn’t even looking at her. The moment she approached, he lowered his head, silently chanting prayers, waiting for his body to calm down. Otherwise, he wouldn’t even be able to stand up, let alone take her to see Wang Keyan.
"I know you’re eager, but hold on. Sit down and give me a minute. I… need to reply to a message." Struggling for an excuse, he pulled out his phone and pretended to scroll.
"Sure, Warden. I’m not in a hurry. Take your time!" Wang Xin shrugged, slightly annoyed. Li Ming kept insisting she was desperate, as if she was the one who couldn’t wait.
Too preoccupied to notice her expression, Li Ming opened his browser and typed four words into the search bar:
Horror images!
As gruesome, bloody pictures flooded his screen, he finally calmed down. Exhaling deeply, he uncrossed his legs and stood up once he was sure everything was under control.
Mentally patting himself on the back for his quick thinking, he waved at Wang Xin.
"Let’s go. Sorry to keep you waiting—work stuff."
Assuming Wang Xin was dying to see her daughter and had been delayed by him, he even apologized.
"Warden! I’m not in a hurry, really! No need to apologize." Wang Xin wanted to cry. Was Li Ming into roleplay or something? Should she play along and act desperate? But it was so awkward!
"Don’t tough it out. I know how it is. It’s not far. Oh—take this tissue. You’ll need it later." He grabbed a roll of toilet paper from a nearby shelf and shoved it into Wang Xin’s bewildered hands. Then, leading the way, he opened the door and headed to the counseling room.
Wang Xin had given up on talking. She suddenly felt Li Ming wasn’t all that great—just a pretty face with some weird tendencies. But no matter how off-putting, she still had to rely on him. She resolved not to show any disdain later. If Li Ming noticed, all her efforts would be wasted.
Walking single file, they soon reached the counseling room door.
Li Ming gripped the handle, turned to Wang Xin with a mysterious smile, and asked,
"Ready? I’m opening the door!"
Wang Xin sighed internally but forced an excited nod, humoring his strange antics.
Seeing her agreement, Li Ming pushed the door open and stepped inside.
Wang Keyan had been waiting anxiously, her eyes darting to the wall clock every few seconds. Time crawled.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the door creaked open, and Li Ming walked in.
Wang Keyan shot to her feet! Behind him stood a woman—her mother, the face she’d missed every single day since childhood.
She had stepped out of the photographs and into reality!
Tears poured down Wang Keyan’s face. She wanted to scream Mom!, but her voice failed her. She could only stand there, frozen, staring at her mother.
Meanwhile, Wang Xin, entering the room, didn’t recognize the girl as her daughter. She just thought the girl was beautiful, with features somewhat resembling her own.
Confused, she glanced at Li Ming as if asking, What’s going on? Who’s this? How am I supposed to… perform now? Does he want a threesome?! Is that why the poor girl’s crying?
Li Ming caught her look and froze. A ridiculous thought flashed through his mind—
Did I… get the wrong person?!
No, no, impossible! But then why was she so calm? And why was Wang Keyan just crying? Someone say something!
The room fell silent except for Wang Keyan’s sobs. Li Ming and Wang Xin stared at each other, their expressions growing more bewildered by the second.
Finally, Li Ming couldn’t take it anymore. Pointing at the tearful Wang Keyan, he hesitantly asked Wang Xin,
"She… isn’t your daughter? Not Wang Keyan??"
"What?? My daughter?? Wang Keyan??" Wang Xin’s eyes widened. Slowly, stiffly, she turned to look at the sobbing girl.
Staring at the familiar face, it hit her—this girl was the daughter she’d longed for day and night!
Wang Keyan!!!
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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."
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.”
saw a female celebrity tied up and stuffed in the trunk! Little did he know, countless cameras were aimed at him at this moment - this was a new type of reality show. The first randomly selected passerby was caught in less than an hour. But when Xu Moru was selected, things started to take an unexpected turn. "Damn, this isn't how the script goes. This Xu Moru is too bold, he's not following the rules at all." "Crap, is this guy taking it seriously?" "The female celebrity has been scared to tears!"
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
