"Little Yu, don't you think Chuan Chuan is being so unreasonable? I made him breakfast this morning, and right after eating, he tried to kick me out!"
"It’s like he thinks I’m in the way, like I’m some third wheel. He must be planning to make a move on that girl!"
At Luo Xi’s home, the young girl sat on the edge of her bed, clutching her pillow tightly as she vented over the phone.
On the other end, her best friend An Shiyu let out an indifferent "Hah" after hearing Luo Xi’s complaints. "Well, if Ye Chuan is trying to pursue someone, you are kind of a third wheel, aren’t you?"
"At the very least…" Luo Xi’s voice softened as she stared at her toes, "he could’ve let me stay for a cup of tea."
"Stop being dramatic," An Shiyu scoffed.
"Wha—?! That’s so mean!" Luo Xi’s eyes widened. She hadn’t done anything wrong—she just thought it was unfair for Ye Chuan to shoo her away so quickly.
"You never had a problem when Ye Chuan dated other girls before. Why are you making such a big deal out of it this time?" An Shiyu asked. "Did that girl offend you or something?"
"It’s different! Before, Chuan Chuan only stuck around those girls for free meals—he never had any real feelings for them!" Luo Xi blurted out. "But this girl is rich, gorgeous, and Ye Chuan treats her like she’s made of glass!"
"Oh, I get it. The other girls were just flings you knew wouldn’t last, but this rich beauty actually makes you feel threatened, huh?" An Shiyu said bluntly.
"That’s not…" Luo Xi squirmed, unable to refute the accusation.
Because it was true.
Ye Chuan had never cared about those other girls, but with Bai Qianshuang, he was gentle, protective—like she was something precious.
It was different.
Completely different.
An Shiyu had no patience for Luo Xi’s hesitance. "If you really like him, just confess already. Hiding behind this ‘best buddy’ act isn’t going to magically turn into romance. Or do you actually want to end up as just ‘one of the guys’?"
"Of course not! But we’ve known each other for so long—how am I supposed to just say I’ve liked him since we were kids?" Luo Xi glanced around and lowered her voice.
"If you keep dragging your feet, you’ll regret it," An Shiyu warned. "Next thing you know, you’ll be trailing behind that girl, crying, ‘Sis, don’t steal my man~’ or something pathetic like that."
"......"
Luo Xi stayed silent.
"No response? Fine, I’m hanging up. Data’s expensive out here," An Shiyu said.
"Wait! Keep me company a little longer. I’ll treat you to milk tea!" Luo Xi quickly changed the subject. "By the way, what’s the deal with Huang Haotian?"
"How should I know? He’s been blabbing everywhere, even setting up some big challenge. Probably wants to humiliate Ye Chuan in front of everyone?" An Shiyu didn’t care much for gossip.
"I see…"
"If Ye Chuan wants to take the challenge, let him. Worst case, he gets beaten up and spends a few weeks in bed. He won’t die," An Shiyu said casually.
"But Chuan Chuan’s health is so weak!"
"Not that weak. He took down Huang Haotian and his goons before. If he’s confident enough to accept, he must have a plan."
Luo Xi had to admit An Shiyu had a point, even if she didn’t know where Ye Chuan’s confidence came from.
"Little Yu, you really think Chuan Chuan will be fine?"
"Who knows? He won’t die, at least. Maybe just break a leg?"
"That’s still dangerous!" Luo Xi protested.
Just then, the doorbell rang—
"Ding dong~~"
"Someone’s here. Gotta go," Luo Xi said, standing up.
"Whatever."
After hanging up, Luo Xi opened the door to find a familiar figure standing outside.
It was Ye Chuan, dressed in a fresh T-shirt, smiling at her.
"What are you doing here?" Luo Xi turned her head away. "You already kicked me out. Isn’t this a waste of your precious time?"
"Feel like treating you to a fancy meal," Ye Chuan said.
"Shouldn’t you be busy cozying up to Miss Bai? I wouldn’t want to interrupt. After all, I’m just the cook—make food and leave, right?" Luo Xi muttered.
"There’s a new hot pot place that just opened. Heard it’s amazing."
Luo Xi turned back. "I’d just be in your way."
"My treat. Let’s go now," Ye Chuan said with a grin.
Luo Xi pouted but tugged at his sleeve. "You still need to save money for your treatment. Let’s just eat at home."
"I’m cured," Ye Chuan said.
"No way…" Luo Xi froze when she looked at his face. Before, his complexion had been pale and sickly, but now, his cheeks were flushed with health, his entire demeanor radiating energy.
How?
She couldn’t believe it. Stranger still, even though nothing about him seemed different, he somehow looked hotter.
She reached out and poked his cheek. "Are you wearing makeup?"
"All natural, I swear," Ye Chuan said.
"But you didn’t look like this this morning!"
"Didn’t you know guys just need to wash their face to look completely different?" He laughed.
Luo Xi stared at him, unable to pinpoint what was off. Finally, she blurted, "Are you… having a final burst of energy before death?"
"......" Ye Chuan rolled his eyes.
"Just recovered, that’s all. Come on, Luo Xi, let’s go eat something good." He pulled her to his side as he turned.
Luo Xi blinked at him, then mumbled, "Okay…"
......
After hailing a cab, Ye Chuan took Luo Xi to a high-end restaurant—its lavish decor made it clear this wasn’t a cheap place.
"Chuan Chuan, seafood restaurants like this are crazy expensive. We can’t afford this," Luo Xi whispered.
"Relax. I said I’m paying, so I’m paying."
Seeing Ye Chuan stride in confidently, Luo Xi had no choice but to follow.
If things go south, I’ll just have to dip into my savings…
"Hello, table for how many?" a hostess greeted them.
"Two. A booth, please."
"Right this way."
Once seated, a server handed them menus.
Luo Xi’s eyes widened at the prices. "Chuan Chuan, this is insane! Look—588 for a single set, 1288 for the couple’s package!"
"Chuan Chuan, I’m not mad anymore. Let’s just sneak out… I’ll cover you," she whispered urgently.
She knew Ye Chuan had scraped together a few thousand for rent, but this was way beyond their budget.
"No worries." Ye Chuan flagged down the server and ordered the 1288 set.
"Chuan Chuan!" Luo Xi immediately grabbed his arm.
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 bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
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.”
