At the reef.
Waves relentlessly crashed against the rugged rocks, sending sprays of white foam into the air. The briny sea breeze carried a tinge of bitterness, lingering at the nostrils and stirring a faint discomfort.
Su Cheng gazed at Li Guanqi, her silhouette bathed in the golden hues of the setting sun. Her upright posture exuded an air of solemnity and grace. The sea wind tousled her raven-black hair, carrying with it a subtle fragrance, fresh and delicate. Yet, Su Cheng’s attention was drawn to the ring in Li Guanqi’s hand.
After a prolonged silence, he finally spoke, perplexed: "Why are you giving this to me?"
"You need this more than I do," Li Guanqi replied calmly, her tone resolute.
"How could I possibly need something like this?" Su Cheng frowned, baffled. Meeting her earnest expression, he fell silent once more.
He lowered his head, examining the black-gold ring in his palm, and asked softly, "Does it hold some special meaning?"
He knew this ring was no ordinary trinket to Li Guanqi—she wore it daily, even on her ring finger. But he couldn’t fathom why she would suddenly hand over something so symbolic to him.
"Watch," Li Guanqi said, taking the book from Su Cheng’s hand. She lightly tapped the ring with it.
In an instant, the book vanished into thin air, leaving the ring untouched in her palm.
Su Cheng’s eyes widened in disbelief. He blinked rapidly, as if to dispel an illusion.
A moment later, he stammered, staring at her hand, "Is this… a storage ring? No, wait—was that just a magic trick?"
His reaction wasn’t unwarranted. In his understanding, storage rings belonged solely to the realms of fantasy novels and films—something utterly divorced from reality.
Attempting to mask his unease, Su Cheng forced a laugh. "You really went out of your way to distract me with a magic trick, huh? Haha..."
His laughter trailed off awkwardly, met only with Li Guanqi’s silence. She then summoned the book back into existence and handed it to him again.
"You…" Su Cheng’s voice trembled as he took the book, his mind in turmoil. Rational explanations eluded him.
Dismissing it as sleight of hand might have offered temporary solace, but doubt gnawed at him. Was this truly just a performance?
After all, he himself defied logic.
A transmigrator.
Yet without a system—plausible, yet implausible.
"Exactly as you suspect," Li Guanqi affirmed, her voice steady. "This is indeed a 'storage ring.' It can store any inanimate object and retrieve it at will."
"Are you joking?" Su Cheng’s lips quivered, his voice thick with emotion. "I lent you that web novel just days ago, and now you’re pulling this on me?"
"Try it yourself," Li Guanqi countered, extending the ring toward him once more, her gaze unwavering.
Su Cheng hesitated, then leaned forward, placing his hand over hers. The moment his fingers brushed the ring, a chill shot through him, making him shudder. He picked it up, mimicking her earlier motion—touching the ring while silently willing the book away. In a blink, the book disappeared, leaving only the unadorned ring in his grasp.
"Holy—this is real?!" Su Cheng blurted, his face a canvas of astonishment. To test further, he grabbed his backpack and repeated the process—it, too, vanished without a trace.
"......" He stared dumbfounded at the ring, emotions churning within him.
Could she also be a transmigrator?
Li Guanqi stood quietly beside him, observing his reaction. When he finally looked up, she gave a slow, deliberate nod. "I felt the same way at first. But you grow accustomed to it."
Her detached tone suggested she was stating an irrefutable fact, deliberately devoid of sentiment.
Su Cheng took a deep breath, steadying himself, then met her eyes. "You must know how invaluable this ring is. But…"
He hesitated before mustering the courage to ask, "Why would you give something so precious to me?"
"You need it more than I do," Li Guanqi repeated, her expression unchanged, as if she’d anticipated the question.
She continued, "As you once said, protagonists possess 'abilities beyond ordinary comprehension.'"
Her implication was unmistakable. Su Cheng had previously resigned himself to being a side character with only the basic traits of a male lead.
But now, with this ring in his possession—did that elevate him to protagonist status?
"Even if that’s the case, I…"
Su Cheng trailed off, frowning at the ring. Their relationship hardly warranted such a monumental gesture.
Why entrust him with something so extraordinary?
It felt excessive.
Seemingly reading his thoughts, Li Guanqi broke her silence. "The secrets tied to this ring concern us both. So, don’t feel burdened—I have my own reasons."
"Concern me?" Su Cheng blinked. "You need my help with something?"
"I hope that once you uncover the ring’s origins, you’ll assist me," Li Guanqi said solemnly. "I’ve realized I’ve lost memories. I want them back—to find answers. And you might hold the key."
"......" Su Cheng remained quiet for a long moment before shaking his head. "I’m sorry. I can’t accept this."
"Hm?" Li Guanqi’s brow furrowed.
Su Cheng met her gaze unflinchingly. "First, the ring belongs to you. Second, its very existence shatters my understanding of reality."
Pausing, he added firmly, "Please keep it safe and never bring this up again. It’s too much for me to process."
His face showed no trace of greed—only rejection, confusion, and unease.
"Don’t you want to be the protagonist?" Li Guanqi asked, unsurprised. Her eyes bore into his as she murmured, "Isn’t this the 'special ability' you lacked?"
"I'll help you with what you mentioned," Su Cheng said firmly as he returned the ring to Li Guanqi. "After all, I owe you many favors. I can't just pass up the chance to repay you and accept yet another kindness from you, can I?"
"But..." Li Guanqi lowered his gaze to the ring in his hand, pausing in thought before suddenly asking, "Are you sure you don't need this ring?"
"No, I really don't," Su Cheng countered. "There are no shortcuts to becoming the male lead. Even if you gave me this ring, it wouldn’t mean much. It just so happens that I already possess some qualities of a protagonist—with a little more effort, I might actually reach that level."
"So," he continued earnestly, "don’t worry about what the ring might signify for me. Just tell me how I can help you. As long as it’s within my power, I won’t refuse."
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
ey change clothes. Li Chuan contributed all his possessions, only to find that things were not as they seemed. Almost a year after joining, he hadn’t managed to get a single Daoist consort. Thinking he had been deceived, he was approached by a stunning senior fellow disciple who asked if he would like to form a spiritual bond. For those who don’t practice cultivation, they might not know what “forming a spiritual bond” is. Let me put it this way: A long-term relationship is called a “Daoist consort,” while a short-term relationship is known as “forming a spiritual bond.” From then on, Li Chuan discovered the true way to interact with the Yin-Yang Sect’s Daoist consorts. As long as he had enough spirit stones, he could form a spiritual bond with anyone, Whether it’s Senior Sisters, aunts, Daoist consorts of aunts, female elders, Daoist consorts of elders, or even the Daoist consort of the sect leader, anyone can form a spiritual bond as long as there are enough spirit stones.” I've already joined the Yin-Yang Sect, and you're telling me to focus on cultivation? Do you even know what the Yin-Yang Sect is all about?
. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
reezy rom-com) Good news: Jiang Liu is quite the ladies' man. Bad news: He’s lost his memory. Lying in a hospital bed, Jiang Liu listens to a parade of goddesses spouting "absurd claims," feeling like the world is one giant game of Werewolf. "Jiang Liu, I’m your first love." "Jiang Liu, you’re my boyfriend—she’s your ex." "Jiang Liu, we’re close friends who’ve shared a bed, remember?" "Jiang Liu, I want to have your baby." The now-lucid Jiang Liu is convinced this must be some elaborate scam... until someone drops the bombshell: "The day before you lost your memory, you confessed your feelings—and got into a relationship." Jiang Liu is utterly baffled. So... who the hell is his actual girlfriend?! ... Before recovering his memories, Jiang Liu must navigate this minefield of lies and sincerity, fighting to protect himself from these women’s schemes. But things spiral even further out of control as more people show up at his doorstep—each with increasingly unhinged antics. On the bright side, the memories he lost due to overwhelming trauma seem to be resurfacing. Great news, right? So why are they all panicking now?
