"Where has Young Master Li gone?"
"I don’t know. Maybe he went next door."
"What’s he doing next door? Unless..."
"He bought the place next door too. At this rate, the whole street might soon bear the Li name."
"Oh, by the way, I just saw Tu Yan changing her clothes earlier. She even mentioned... inviting Li Mo to see the lanterns tonight?"
Amid the lively chatter, many were quietly probing for Li Mo’s whereabouts.
Luo Ji, ever the instigator, fanned the flames without lifting a finger.
Li Mo had struck a deal with her, offering a generous sum, but the Wanchun Pavilion was her life’s work. To have her people taken away with a single word—
And that brat treated her like air.
True, she wasn’t exactly virtuous, but men lining up from the inner city to the outer walls dreamed of winning her wealth and beauty.
How infuriating was that kid?
What woman could tolerate such disrespect? Especially a woman like her—now she just wanted to see Li Mo scrambling to put out fires.
Truthfully, she didn’t need to lift a finger. The women of the Hundred Flowers Ranking were peerless beauties, each with their own allure, none willing to admit inferiority.
This wasn’t about whether they could be "blessed" by some so-called "wife-fortune soul."
This was the innate rivalry among women, the unspoken war of the Hundred Flowers Ranking!
After a brief lull, many had retreated to freshen up, donning new attire—except Lan Tian, who was still munching away with gusto.
"Hey, they seem... prettier?"
"To be precise, their clothes got skimpier..."
"Damn, Li Mo isn’t even here, yet they’re going all out. Could it be... they’ve got eyes for me?"
The brothers watched the blossoming spectacle, feeling like they’d stumbled into a dream.
A sight they’d never forget...
"Amitabha... today’s vow of celibacy fails again. Last time, this is definitely the last time..." Murong Xiao sighed to the heavens.
Xiao Qin suddenly felt his aura surge, a faint divine shadow manifesting behind him.
"Master, why’d you show up? It’s risky—if anyone realizes you’re not a true divine will, we’re done for."
"Then why don’t we swap control for a bit?" Thousand Forms Martial Venerable murmured.
Xiao Qin paused. "I’m just concerned for your recovery... not that I want to see..."
"Tsk... that little vixen from the Hehuan Sect..."
Xiao Qin’s neck twisted reflexively, his breath hitching.
Tu Yan of the Hehuan Sect was truly a succubus.
Her outfit—how to put it—revealed nothing outright, yet the artful hints of concealment only accentuated her curves, leaving little to the imagination.
"Witch," Lady Shen sneered.
"Thank you for the compliment."
Tu Yan smiled sweetly, her words dripping with provocation:
"Oh, by the way, remember that talented Scholar Zhao who played such refined music with you?"
"What did you do to him?"
"He has a mole on his chest," Tu Yan purred, her eyes half-lidded.
"You—!"
Even Luo Ji, the master stirrer, was caught off guard.
She hadn’t even made her move, and the situation was already spiraling.
"Li Mo, Li Mo... if you return any later, there’ll be no saving this..."
Luo Ji chuckled, glancing toward the entrance—
Only to find Li Mo already back, staring blankly at the scene.
"What’s going on here?"
"Jealousy, plain and simple. You’re finally back. Not much I can do—after all, you’re the boss now."
"Huh?"
Young Master Li was floored. He wasn’t even present, and still, chaos erupted?
"Young Master, she despises me, even threatened to ruin my face. So uncivilized," Tu Yan whimpered, a delicate flower begging for protection.
As she spoke, she tried to slip behind Li Mo—a masterstroke to paint Lady Shen as a shrew while stoking male protectiveness. Tea-artistry at its finest.
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But Tu Yan never saw it coming.
Before she could take shelter, the top-ranked Hidden Dragon executed flawless positional control.
Zero protection offered.
"You’re the benefactor here... won’t you stand up for little old me?"
Tu Yan’s hand ghosted toward him—
Only for Li Mo to sidestep just as soundlessly.
"???"
Was this man’s heart carved from ice?
She looked up and froze. Li Mo’s eyes held nothing but wariness. And the entire Wanchun Pavilion had fallen deathly silent.
The Hundred Flowers lowered their proud heads; even the furious Lady Shen quieted.
For they’d all seen the figure trailing Li Mo.
Before, their rivalry stemmed from believing their beauty was comparable—subjective, varying in different eyes.
But sometimes, one person’s presence renders subjectivity obsolete...
Lady Shen was speechless. She recalled a local belle from her hometown, famed for miles as a stunning beauty—until she met her, called her a goddess, and wilted in shame.
Now she understood that girl’s bizarre feeling.
"Wow, I thought Fairy Han would look just like the illustrations in The Tyrannical Empress Falls for Me," Lan Tian chirped around a mouthful of skewers, bouncing over like an eager fan.
"Why’d you think that?"
Li Mo was amused.
"Because you, Benefactor Daddy, look exactly like Jiang Chen! Why?" Lan Tian tilted her head.
Li Mo suddenly remembered—Senior Brother Ouyang had indeed agonized over this, losing clumps of hair, lamenting his inability to capture the "ice block’s" natural grace.
Damn, was he the true painting prodigy all along?
"Then... should I call you Benefactor Mommy?" Lan Tian blinked.
Ying Bing’s frosty gaze softened. "You’ll have Li Mo’s cooking tonight."
"Eh? What about the other sisters?"
"They’ll enjoy my personal hospitality."
Ying Bing surveyed the springtime splendor before her.
Her flawless face wore a smile, her tone as gentle as a vernal breeze.
Li Mo: "!"
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?
esick Sect? Well, at least it's considered a respectable orthodox sect. Wait a minute— What kind of vibe are you all giving off? Shouldn’t this be a love-struck, romance-obsessed sect? Why does everyone here sound more like demonic cultivators? "Master, today he’s getting married. This disciple wishes to descend the mountain and crash the wedding, then toy with him to death right in front of his wife..." "Elder, I only got into your sect through connections, so why won’t you teach me anything?" "Because I also became an elder through connections." Thankfully, Su Ji was just an outer sect labor disciple. Surely, nothing too crazy would— "Junior Brother, you’ve broken through to Qi Refining. Once you sever your useless spiritual root, you can officially become an outer sect disciple." "The Great Dao is merciless. Don’t let a worthless spiritual root waste your essence and spirit, hindering your cultivation." Is this really the Lovesick Sect? ... Three years later, Su Ji sat in the seat of the Lovesick Sect’s sect master, sighing with emotion. His rise to this position all started when his junior sister adamantly insisted on preserving his "spiritual root." "Mmm... Senior Brother, what’s our relationship now?" "Stop talking. Keep going." "By the way, that newly promoted top-tier sect—didn’t they come to buy our Love Beans?" "One top-grade spirit stone per Love Bean—is that really so expensive?" "I suspect they’ve eaten too many Love Beans." "Now they’re lovesick." Well, this really is the Lovesick Sect after all.
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.
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
