Though shy, Wang Keyan made sure Li Ming heard her confession loud and clear.
But Li Ming was utterly conflicted.
Feeling blood rush to his head, he hastily pulled the car over, unbuckled his seatbelt, and fled outside.
Gulping the fresh forest air, he finally calmed down slightly.
He never expected Wang Keyan—who usually acted as timid as a quail around him—to blurt out such bold, provocative words!
Li Ming had rushed out of the car to avoid accidentally triggering a "mission."
Inside the car, Wang Keyan giggled from the passenger seat, watching Li Ming flee in panic.
She suddenly found it endearing how Li Ming, despite his habit of sneaking glances at her feet, would get flustered and blush when she actually showed them to him. Her fondness for him grew even stronger.
"Brother Li! Are you done yet? Don’t you have urgent business? Come back already~ I won’t tease you anymore!" Wang Keyan called after his retreating figure.
Li Ming took a few more deep breaths before returning to the car and resuming the drive.
"Keyan, you’re still young. There are things you don’t understand yet. When you’re older, you’ll regret saying what you did today."
Wang Keyan smiled and nodded, not bothering to argue.
"Sure, sure, Brother Li, you’re always right! But I’ll only say these things to you and show myself to you! Other men aren’t worth my time. And I’ll never regret anything I say to you!"
Li Ming shook his head helplessly. There was no winning with Wang Keyan. He stepped on the gas, stealing glances at the pair of slender legs resting against the windshield while pressing harder on the accelerator.
What should’ve been a half-day trip was cut in half—not because he wanted to speed, but because the temptation before him was too much. After just a short while, his body began reacting, and he had to clench his jaw, fighting off wild thoughts until he finally dropped Wang Keyan off at her destination.
After helping her find the apartment her mother had bought—a dusty, outdated two-bedroom unit—Li Ming arranged for a cleaning service and took her shopping for essentials before making his exit.
"Brother Li! I know you have things to do, so I won’t keep you. But… when I miss you… can I call you?" Wang Keyan clung to the car door, her eyes pleading.
"Sure. If you miss your mom, you can call me too. If there’s a chance, I’ll arrange for you two to talk." Li Ming patted her shoulder, relieved.
"Thank you, Brother Li! Next time you’re in town, don’t forget to visit me!" Wang Keyan waved as he started the car.
"I won’t! Take care!" Li Ming waved back before driving off.
Alone on the city streets, he found himself missing the delicate feet that had once rested against the windshield.
Shaking off the absurd thoughts, he checked his phone.
Lin Xi’s profile picture flashed on the screen.
He’d known in her office that she wanted him to bring her something, but she’d been too embarrassed to say it outright.
True to his hunch, she’d sent a message:
"Jade Pavilion. Spicy crayfish, chili chicken, spicy clams, and dry pot duck head—extra spicy, please!"
Li Ming facepalmed.
Seriously?
He’d thought Lin Xi had some deep, unspeakable request. Turns out she was just a spice-obsessed foodie! No wonder she was always so irritable—like a gas tank ready to explode at the slightest spark.
He rolled his eyes but sent back an "Ok" sticker.
With Wang Keyan gone, he could finally focus on his real mission:
Buying the pill.
Luckily, there was still time. If he hurried, he could make it back to the prison by evening.
After placing the takeout order at Jade Pavilion, he wandered around the area.
After the bleakness of prison, the bustle of the city felt almost overwhelming.
A pharmacy wasn’t hard to find.
The street had been crowded, but the pharmacy was even worse—packed with elderly folks shuffling forward in a painfully slow line.
Li Ming clicked his tongue at the sight, muttering "Life’s tough," before joining the queue.
As he waited, his eyes landed on a poster on the wall:
"Qingcheng Pharmaceuticals seeks partners! Join us in building a brighter future!"
The signatures at the bottom read "Chairwoman Tan Chengcheng" and "CEO Tan Qingqing."
Two strikingly beautiful women stood back-to-back in the photo, arms crossed, smiling confidently at the camera.
Li Ming rubbed his eyes and looked again.
Tan Qingqing—no doubt about it! That was the inmate he’d met just that morning.
And the other woman, Tan Chengcheng, must be family—maybe even her sister, given their resemblance.
He recalled Tan Qingqing’s file: smuggling, bribery, and financial fraud.
Was the smuggling related to pharmaceuticals? And the fraud—had she scammed her business partners?
It made sense. She’d been so sure her family would get her out. If Tan Chengcheng was her sister, she wouldn’t leave her rotting in prison.
Li Ming noted down Tan Chengcheng’s number from the poster.
Tan Qingqing had deleted the call log after using his phone to contact her family, so he had no way of knowing which number she’d dialed.
This one might be it.
Tucking his phone away, he focused back on the line—only one person left before his turn.
"What medication do you need?" the clerk asked briskly.
"Uh… emergency contraceptive. The one that works fast," Li Ming muttered.
"20. Anything else?"
"No, just that."
He paid, popped the pill out of its packaging, tossed the box, and strolled back to Jade Pavilion.
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."
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?"
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.”
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
