The family had a new addition.
With the arrival of a little life, the warmth in the home instantly multiplied.
The little one was even more well-behaved than expected, hardly ever crying, to the point where Young Master Cao began to suspect if she might be a transmigrator.
He tested the waters.
Nope!
No emotional feedback.
Alright then.
Young Master Cao admitted he might have been overthinking it. Having one transmigrator in this world was already rare enough—what were the odds of another?
Would the world even have room for two?
Besides,
he wasn’t exactly a conventional transmigrator himself.
...
By the end of July,
"The Voice" was gaining higher and higher ratings, matching the popularity of its first season, its momentum unstoppable.
With the variety show past its halfway mark, buzz around it broke new records daily, and the drama produced by Miracle Media was also gearing up for release.
"Scarlet Heart"!
This was bound to be a hit—emotional feedback wouldn’t be lacking.
Young Master Cao casually posted a still from the series, partly as a promotional move.
The moment the still dropped,
fans were floored.
"Wait, what’s going on?"
"When did Young Master Cao invest in a drama? There wasn’t even a whisper of this before!"
"Great, no more drama drought for me!"
"Say what you will about Young Master Cao’s sharp tongue, but his taste is solid. Everything he backs turns out decent."
"Can’t wait!"
"Can’t wait +10086..."
"Hold up, is that even the point? Did you guys check which network this is airing on?"
"What’s the big deal... Holy crap??"
"Holy crap, Hunan TV?"
"Holy crap, didn’t they have beef before?"
"Holy crap... So the deputy head got axed for nothing? Couldn’t they have just worked together from the start?"
"Game over. No point getting hyped now. Hunan TV’s about to get scammed—this has to be a trash drama if they’re letting it air there."
"Remember how the First Lady of L'Oréal was smothered in the hospital just days ago? Have you all forgotten? The Forbidden City... pfft—"
"L'Oréal’s drowning in internal and external crises now, a century-old empire with its stock frozen thanks to Young Master Cao... Remember that?"
"It’s only been a year since L'Oréal sponsored 'The Voice.'"
"Some people never learn."
"Hunan TV, pull the plug! With L'Oréal as the cautionary tale, wake the hell up!"
"..."
Young Master Cao’s casual post of a "Scarlet Heart" still had sparked an uproar.
The topic rocketed to the top of trending searches,
leaving many industry insiders stunned.
What was happening?
Was Young Master Cao pioneering some next-level marketing strategy?
The industry couldn’t make sense of it.
Regardless, the hype exploded overnight.
Countless people tuned in, eager to see just how badly Young Master Cao would screw this up.
...
In reality... Beef?
Nonexistent.
The old guard had fallen, and the new regime owed Young Master Cao their thanks.
If not for him clearing the way, they’d never have risen so quickly.
With gratitude in their hearts,
they were more than happy to collaborate.
And Young Master Cao was never one to hold grudges. If you bowed low enough, he wouldn’t drive you to ruin—unlike those foreign devils, no need to go nuclear, right?
Besides, reconciliation meant mutual profit.
This drama marked their first joint venture post-truce, with Hunan TV showing sincerity by securing a prime-time slot and paying top dollar per episode.
Promotions were solid too.
After Young Master Cao’s post, Hunan TV swiftly rolled out follow-up campaigns, including variety show appearances.
Every Hunan TV variety show would feature the cast, squeezing in some drama promotion.
As for public explanations? None. Let the fans speculate.
The more they argued, the wilder the theories, the hotter the buzz.
...
Meanwhile,
Young Master Cao had moved on after posting the still.
He was busy.
Seriously busy.
A flood of foreign investors and tycoons had descended on the country, drawing attention from local authorities.
Even if Young Master Cao wanted to stay out of it, he couldn’t dodge the city officials knocking on his door every other day.
At some point, you had to show face.
Even with his golden son-in-law status shielding him from pressure... enthusiasm could be exhausting.
Xu Qing wasn’t cut out for handling these high-stakes meetings.
That afternoon,
Young Master Cao received the delegation at the eco-park.
Asia-Pacific heads of major cosmetics brands, plus negotiation teams sent from headquarters.
Two factions sat across the round table, a clear divide.
Click—
The conference room door opened.
Young Master Cao entered.
Though the youngest in the room, his presence commanded immediate respect. Everyone rose.
An Asian representative hurried forward, hand extended, greeting in awkward Mandarin: "CEO Cao, hello! Pleasure to meet you!"
Young Master Cao glanced over. Small eyes—ah, a Korean.
He walked right past without a word.
The Korean’s face fell. The others exchanged glances. The room froze in awkward silence.
Negative emotions spiked.
Young Master Cao took the head seat.
Xu Qing personally poured him a cup of green tea.
Scanning the room with a faint smirk, Young Master Cao said, "Apologies. Nothing pisses me off more than being strong-armed."
"Don’t blame me for speaking harshly, but pressuring the investment department and local officials to force a meeting with me directly has crossed a line."
"Do you not realize how busy I am? Do I look like I have time for people like you?"
"Let’s get one thing straight—this isn’t me begging you. It’s you begging me."
"If you’re asking for a favor, you’d better act like it."
"If you want cooperation, show some damn sincerity."
"The fact that I even let Xu Qing deal with you was me doing you a favor."
"But clearly, you don’t know how to take a hint."
"So, sorry—not a single drop of X-Essence Serum will go to you. Not even God can change that. My word is final."
The moment these words left his mouth,
the room erupted in shock.
Those who understood Chinese looked like they’d just bitten into something vile, their faces twisting in outrage.
Those who didn’t, after hearing the translation, turned equally grim.
Everyone had heard Young Master Cao was blunt.
But…
this was next-level.
Where was the basic courtesy?
Wasn’t the Eastern region all about social etiquette?
How was there not a shred of humility in this guy?
What the hell?
Foreigners who’d worked in the Eastern region knew a thing or two about Young Master Cao—a man who couldn’t be bullied but might bend for respect.
But the delegates sent from headquarters clearly hadn’t done their homework.
Especially the ones from Lennox.
Full of themselves.
One of them slammed the table, jabbing a finger at Cao Cheng while spewing a torrent of English threats—sanctions, market retaliation, the usual.
Young Master Cao let him finish, then smirked. "Done? Good. Now get out."
"I’d love to see you try and sanction me."
The group stormed off, cursing under their breath.
Cao Cheng glanced around, amused. "Anyone else here wanna try that? If so, speak up now. Otherwise—show me some sincerity."
"Our country believes in leaving room for compromise, but don’t push me."
"So here’s the deal: if you’re willing to kneel and play second fiddle, stay. If you’re just here for ‘cooperation,’ leave. I don’t need partners. I only want subordinates."
Once translated, a few more groups stood and left, leaving behind nothing but resentment.
Not that Young Master Cao cared.
First, they’d annoyed him by strong-arming officials into this meeting.
Second, these weren’t good people—stealing formulas, boycotting Miracle Cosmetics, and now crawling back for a deal?
Where was this energy before?
If they had no shame, he wouldn’t spare them any face.
Some people only take kindness for weakness.
So,
Young Master Cao gave them one path: stay and obey, or get crushed.
In the end,
the meeting ended in disaster.
Some left in a huff, others silently fumed, a few muttered about "considering their options."
But Young Master Cao was sure—at least half would come crawling back. They just couldn’t admit it in front of others.
Never overestimate a merchant’s backbone.
Principles and pride? Worth less than a stack of greenbacks.
……
"Why wasn’t L’Oréal here today?" Cao Cheng asked once the room cleared.
Today, Lennox, Japs, Kimchis…
Nearly every top-10 global beauty brand had shown up, plus some smaller names.
Only L’Oréal was missing.
Weird.
Xu Qing explained, "I heard Vincent was recalled to the France headquarters."
"Oh—"
Cao Cheng grinned. "Guess he’s getting fired."
Xu Qing frowned. "Doubt it. Given how bad relations are now, and Vincent being their anti-us poster boy, unless L’Oréal plans to surrender, they wouldn’t replace him. Plus, their internal chaos makes a leadership change risky—could tank their Eastern market share."
Young Master Cao smirked. "Wanna bet?"
Before Xu Qing could answer,
he waved her off. "Never mind. I quit gambling."
"……"
Xu Qing was lost.
What was that about?
Young Master Cao didn’t bother explaining. She wasn’t his type—win or lose, betting with her was a lose-lose.
Massaging her? Boring.
Her massaging him? He’d rather hire a professional.
So,
no bets.
Mostly, it was habit. These days, Cao Cheng loved making playful wagers with his close circle—a form of flirtation outsiders wouldn’t get.
Just then,
his phone rang.
An international call.
He glanced at Xu Qing and sighed. Ugh, no fun.
If he had a pretty girl beside him, showing off might’ve been worth it.
But Xu Qing? This auntie… Couldn’t she at least be decent-looking?
Why so plain?
"Hello—"
Mentally grumbling, he answered.
No need to hide things from Xu Qing now. Soon, she’d handle some of his affairs.
Today's meeting was essentially held to back Xu Qing up.
Both international investors and cosmetics giants wanted to negotiate directly with Young Master Cao.
Not only did this exhaust Young Master Cao, but it also inadvertently disrespected executives like Xu Qing.
But after today, things are about to change.
From now on, Cao Cheng won’t even entertain anyone who refuses to deal with Xu Qing.
Do they not understand the concept of hierarchical reporting?
"My dear Lord, good morning!" came Paul's voice.
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.”
] This is a dark fantasy-themed dating simulation game. The main gameplay involves containing various monster girls and investigating the truth of a world shrouded in mist alongside your companions. However, due to his love for the dark and bizarre atmosphere, Luo Wei ended up turning a dating game into a detective mystery game. Women? Women only slow down his quickdraw! To Luo Wei, the female leads in the game are more like tools to perfectly clear levels and squeeze out rewards. For Luo Wei, flirting with every girl he meets and then discarding them is standard procedure. Worried about characters losing affection points? No need. With his maxed-out charm stat, Luo Wei is practically a "human incubus." A little psychological manipulation and those points come right back. It's a bit scummy, but the paper cutout heroines in the game won't actually come at him with real cleavers. However... Luo Wei has transmigrated. He's accidentally entered the second playthrough of this game. His past actions have caused all the girls to transform into terrifying yanderes. Due to the game's setting, most of the heroines he once contained are "troubled girls." Obsessive, twisted, mentally unstable, all aggressive yanderes... The type who will kill you if they can't have you... Luo Wei wants to cry but has no tears left. "I really just want to survive..." In short, this is a story of battling wits and engaging in a love-hate relationship with yanderes.
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?"
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
