"Are you enjoying the young mistress's adorable reaction?"
Liu Qingyue, standing behind Ji Qingyi, couldn't help but frown as she watched Su Cheng enthusiastically holding forth at the dining table.
The method Su Cheng had just employed wasn’t particularly clever—anyone with a bit of thought would realize he already knew the fried rice had been prepared by the young mistress.
But why wasn’t it clever?
Because swallowing the eggshells along with it would have been the most masterful choice!
The Su Cheng of the past would have undoubtedly done just that.
But now…
"He’s definitely reveling in the young mistress’s awkwardness?!"
At this thought, Liu Qingyue couldn’t help but sigh. She then met Su Cheng’s clear eyes again, though compared to before, they now seemed to conceal something unfathomable—deep, bottomless, like the vast expanse of stars, impossible to decipher.
"Or does he want the young mistress to realize his intentions?"
"Surely she should have noticed by now?"
Liu Qingyue mused silently, but the next moment, she tilted her head down and saw her young mistress nodding with apparent satisfaction, a faint smile playing on her lips as her gaze remained fixed on Su Cheng.
"I don’t remember the young mistress being this dense before?"
"Where has my brilliant young mistress gone?"
Liu Qingyue froze for a moment before a look of realization crossed her face. She understood that her mistress’s joy at receiving Su Cheng’s praise had reached unprecedented heights, temporarily dulling her intellect. She couldn’t help but click her tongue in amazement.
"Protagonist aura?"
Then again, the young mistress was, at heart, still a girl with her own desires—especially given her fiercely prideful nature.
Now, being praised in such an unconventional way by someone she cared about had given her immense satisfaction.
But unfortunately, this feeling was fleeting.
Once the young mistress regained her composure, she would inevitably notice the trickery. And when she did, the embarrassment and indignation would follow—and Su Cheng would likely bear the brunt of her wrath…
"Why would he knowingly…?"
"Could it be that Su Cheng’s goal is to deliberately provoke the young mistress?!"
A sudden flash of insight struck Liu Qingyue, sending a chill down her spine as her heart clenched.
If Su Cheng truly harbored such intentions, then he was terrifying. The young mistress’s earlier attempt to shift blame onto Liu Qingyue—a dark moment she’d rather forget—might drive her to extreme measures to make Su Cheng lose his memory!
Such a humiliating act…
She might even activate the "Cigarette Plan."
"What should I do now?"
The thought left Liu Qingyue feeling icy all over. As she watched the two of them chatting amiably, a sense of urgency rose in her chest.
She was torn—should she intervene and prevent the young mistress from falling into his trap?
There were plenty of ways to handle this.
But she suspected that if she could think of them, Su Cheng had likely already prepared countermeasures.
Otherwise, why would he act so out of character today, deliberately hiding his intentions to provoke the young mistress’s fury?
In the past, Su Cheng had always been the one protecting her.
Now, she wanted to decipher and confirm Su Cheng’s true thoughts, but her skills were on cooldown, leaving her unable to glean any information. Reluctantly, she gave up.
Su Cheng now possessed the ability for objective thinking. Judging by his recent actions, it was as if he was playing a game of "I predicted your prediction, and you predicted my prediction of your prediction."
So, the only option left for her was compromise—to abandon all predictions and stubbornness, reduce confrontational tactics, and shift toward cooperation and collaboration.
That was the best choice for now!
Liu Qingyue finally turned her gaze back to the dining table.
By now, the conversation between the two had ceased, and the previously cheerful atmosphere had come to an abrupt halt. The air was thick with uneasy silence, as if something explosive was about to erupt.

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.”

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?"

orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"

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."