"I still have this person's contact info," Ye Chuan remarked upon seeing Qiao Xin's photo, quickly recalling the incident from back then.
That day, he had just broken through to the Foundation Establishment stage using a high-voltage tower. While flying on his sword, he lost control of its power and ended up rescuing a woman on the road during the chase.
He remembered that she seemed to have been kidnapped, and there was a man who called himself Haizhu Piyan.
Later, when Luo's father was selling medicine, they coincidentally crossed paths again. But Ye Chuan had ignored her after that—once the deal was done, there was no need to stay in touch.
Ye Chuan pulled out his phone and scrolled through his contacts before opening Qiao Xin’s chat window. The last messages were still there—
Qiao Xin: "Want to grab coffee sometime?"
Ye Chuan: "Busy."
...
"Fate, it’s all fate," Ye Chuan mused. He never expected Wang Yanran’s friend to be this same Qiao Xin. Guess the circles of the wealthy all overlap?
"So, Ye Chuan, you know Sister Qiao?" Wang Yanran asked curiously. Qiao Xin was her friend, and she hadn’t anticipated the two of them being acquainted.
"Yeah, but it’s not important. Should we head out soon?"
"Sure."
After finishing the rest of breakfast, Ye Chuan bid Luo Xi and Qian Shuang goodbye and left the house with Wang Yanran.
In the courtyard, a big black Shiba Inu lay curled up, sleeping peacefully.
Ever since being adopted, the dog had hardly caused any trouble. Ye Chuan didn’t expect it to guard the house—just having it around provided passive stat boosts.
"I wonder when that egg in my room will hatch," Ye Chuan suddenly thought of the mysterious egg in his room.
If it hatched into something he could tame as a pet, he’d just let it hang out with Little Black.
"Ye Chuan, we can get in the car now," Wang Yanran said, starting the Maybach in the garage.
"Alright."
Settling into the back seat, he watched as Wang Yanran smoothly drove out—the ride was steady. As Ye Chuan’s chauffeur, she had honed her driving skills just to ensure his comfort.
Wang Yanran’s meticulous nature stemmed entirely from her sense of duty to her family. She knew full well that the Wang family’s current standing was entirely thanks to Ye Chuan, so she made sure to meet his every need.
Every. Single. One.
Wang Yanran was already the designated next heir to the Wang family, even skipping over her own father. Within the family, her strength was unmatched, and Old Master Wang had publicly declared her succession.
To safeguard her family’s future, she knew exactly what she had to do—and what she shouldn’t—to lead them forward.
"How’s the situation with the rifts lately?" Ye Chuan asked, scrolling through news on his tablet. Ever since the rifts were suppressed, headlines had been dominated by related topics.
Whether it was disaster relief or the awakening of superhumans, these were now the most pressing concerns for everyone.
"The number of monsters emerging from the rifts keeps increasing, but so does the strength and numbers of our superhumans," Wang Yanran explained.
"Overall, unless a rift suddenly opens in a city, we’ve got things under control."
While rift appearances were unpredictable, most of the existing ones in the country had been contained. Smaller nations that failed to manage them had already fallen, their lands overrun and turned into monster nests.
"Hm." Ye Chuan nodded, lost in thought.
The monsters might be growing stronger, but to him, it wasn’t an issue.
His own growth outpaced them.
In this world, protecting his family was his only real concern.
"We’re here," Wang Yanran announced.
The meeting spot wasn’t far—just a high-end restaurant.
After parking, she led Ye Chuan inside. "This way, Ye Chuan. Sister Qiao’s already waiting in the private room."
"Got it."
They reached the innermost room of the restaurant. Wang Yanran knocked before pushing the door open.
"Ah, Yanran! Long time no see~" A woman’s voice greeted them.
"Sister Qiao, it’s been a while," Wang Yanran replied with a smile, stepping forward to exchange a hug.
The woman inside wore a fitted blazer, a pencil skirt with sheer stockings, and had voluminous wavy hair—her figure was striking.
"Oh my god, it’s you?" Qiao Xin’s eyes widened in shock when she spotted Ye Chuan.
"No way."
She covered her mouth, as if unable to believe she was seeing him here.
She’d tried reaching out to Ye Chuan multiple times before but never got a response, eventually giving up.
Yet here he was, standing right in front of her again!
"Hey," Ye Chuan greeted casually.
"Wait, so the expert you mentioned… is him?" Qiao Xin pointed at Ye Chuan, her face lighting up as she turned to Wang Yanran.
"Yes, it’s him," Wang Yanran confirmed. She’d only ever described him as an expert to Qiao Xin—until this morning, she hadn’t even known they were acquainted.
"Please, sit!" Qiao Xin eagerly ushered them in.
The moment Ye Chuan took his seat, she leaned forward, unable to contain her excitement.
"Ye Chuan, your medicine saved my grandfather. I’ve been wanting to thank you in person for so long."
Not just the kidnapping—her grandfather’s illness had also been cured because of him.
"Just a transaction. No need for thanks," Ye Chuan said.
The medicine had a clear price tag. He didn’t expect gratitude—just payment.
But since Qiao Xin had already experienced his medicine’s effects, negotiations would be smoother.
"Since you’re familiar with my family’s medicine, I’d like to acquire one of your pharmaceutical companies to distribute it."
"Of course! No problem at all!" Qiao Xin immediately agreed, even reaching out to grasp Ye Chuan’s hand. "You can have the company—consider it a gift!"
"Anything else you need, just name it!"
Wang Yanran blinked. This… was a bit much.
"Uh, Sister Qiao, maybe calm down a little?" Wang Yanran wiped her brow with a handkerchief, though there was no sweat.
Why did it feel like her friend was about to throw herself at Ye Chuan?
This wasn’t like her.
The Qiao Xin she knew was decisive, even ruthless in business—not this flustered schoolgirl act.
"Ah, sorry. I got carried away," Qiao Xin coughed lightly, composing herself before sitting back properly.
She smiled at Ye Chuan again.
"Let’s discuss the details properly."
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.
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Heart] Chen Yi traversed the cultivation world for eight hundred years, charging his way to the Tribulation Transcendence stage. Just as he was outwitting his 81st Heavenly Tribulation to ascend to immortality, he was suddenly pulled into a chat group called the "Multiverse Transmigrators Support Group." To his surprise, the group was filled with nothing but fresh-faced newbies who had just transmigrated. [Help! I transmigrated into a disgraced concubine in the cold palace, and the tyrant emperor is about to execute me!] [I ended up as a cannon-fodder villain, and the protagonist is still chasing me—WTF!] [I woke up as the protagonist’s father, but I’m about to be sacrificed in a ritual! What do I do? Urgent!!!] Chen Yi stared at the chaotic flood of desperate pleas in the group and fell into deep thought. "Seriously? You drag me into a newbie transmigrator chat group… only after I’m one step away from becoming an immortal?"
