"Second Sister's back. Wanna watch TV? This drama's pretty good—no surprise it was last year's ratings king... especially Old Chen's performance."
Cao Cheng pointed at the screen. "You have no idea how big he’s gonna get. Dude can even sing..."
It was the weekend, and the markets were closed, so Cao Cheng finally had time to catch up on shows.
Second Sister’s face was icy.
Cao Cheng paused. "Not your thing? How about Soldiers Sortie? Just came out... probably this year’s hit. Trust me, I’ve got a good eye for this stuff. Wanna bet?"
"......"
Second Sister took a deep breath and walked away without a word.
Cao Cheng chuckled. This woman, seriously...
"Didn’t catch the suspect, did you? Vanished into thin air, right?" Cao Cheng suddenly spoke up.
Screech—
Second Sister halted abruptly, the soles of her shoes scraping sharply against the polished floor.
She turned to glare at him.
Cao Cheng just smiled, refocused on the TV, and ignored her.
Second Sister stared at the back of his head, emotions tangled, when something clicked.
Back on New Year’s Eve, he’d brought her food.
Back then, he’d also mentioned a bet—about this very case.
Meaning, while she was eating, this guy must’ve seen the case files.
Cao Cheng hadn’t wandered around, but the office was cluttered with documents, case files piled everywhere.
Maybe...
He’d noticed something?
Sometimes it’s like that—those closest to a case get lost in the weeds, while an outsider’s offhand remark can flip the switch.
Ever seen Young Justice Bao? Same formula.
Conan too.
Sherlock Holmes?
Yep.
All those damn shows.
......
"What do you know?" Second Sister stepped forward, breaking her silence.
Her tone was still frosty.
Unpleasant.
Ignored.
Cao Cheng sipped his coffee, lounging as the drama played.
The killer wouldn’t strike again.
So he wasn’t in a hurry.
She was.
"Every citizen has a duty to cooperate with police investigations," Second Sister said stiffly.
Cao Cheng smirked, side-eyeing her. "Oh, we’re playing the official card now? Sorry, I know nothing, Officer. Wait—should I call you Ma’am?"
Cao Cheng had always been the type to yield to softness, not force.
His stomach had never handled tough things well.
Two lifetimes of that.
So no hard stuff.
And besides,
He treated others as they treated him. Kindness? Remembered.
Disdain? Reciprocated.
No ass-kissing here.
Even if Second Sister stood at 1.75 meters, with legs longer than most people’s lifespans—legs that were, objectively, Cao Cheng’s ideal: straight and honey-toned.
But,
That wasn’t reason enough to grovel.
Second Sister fumed silently.
Cao Cheng gestured around. "This is home, not an interrogation room. If you think I’m involved, arrest me. If not, let me watch my show in peace."
He grinned. "On New Year’s Eve, I gave you a chance. Was gonna share some insights, but you walked off—so cool. But hey, my memory’s decent. Still remember that."
"Had your chance. You blew it."
"Now you wanna ask me outright? What does that make me?"
"Don’t act like I owe you anything."
"If you want something, ask nicely. Can you soften up? Smile? Show some damn courtesy?"
"Spring’s here. Winter’s over. Who’s your cold act for?"
"Me?"
"Think I’ll indulge you?"
His voice was calm, his tone almost playful, but each word was a needle.
After observing her for so long, Cao Cheng had her figured out.
Politely put: she was strong-willed.
Needed taming.
Bluntly? She was just... difficult.
Couldn’t give her an inch.
Otherwise, she’d take a mile.
......
Fists clenched.
The housekeeper, watching the tension between Second Sister and the young master, panicked.
She hurried upstairs to the music room, seeking The Fourth.
But could The Fourth mediate?
She was scared of Second Sister too.
Hearing the commotion, she tiptoed out, lurking at the stairwell’s corner, peeking down, ready to bolt if things escalated.
The Fourth even pulled out her phone, debating whether to text Mom or Eldest Sister.
But then...
Involving Mom would escalate things.
Better to wait. If they really started fighting, she’d call Eldest Sister first, then Mom.
......
No fight broke out, though.
Second Sister wasn’t the screeching type.
And Cao Cheng didn’t argue with women.
Besides,
His words were sharp, but his delivery was smooth. In the end, Second Sister just stormed off—
To the basement gym, where she pummeled a sandbag.
Once she was gone,
The Fourth slid over to Cao Cheng.
"What’d you fight about? So glad you’re alive, thank God," she said, exaggerating relief.
Cao Cheng laughed. "Buzz off. Why thank God? Does he even have jurisdiction here? Thank the Jade Emperor."
The Fourth waved it off. "Whatever. Tell me, what happened? Spill!"
Cao Cheng frowned. "Why do you sound so thrilled? You’re just here for the drama, hoping we’d throw hands, huh?"
The Fourth didn’t deny it. Nodded. "Yep. She’s had it coming. I’ve put up with her for over 20 years. Know how many times she’s hit me? Too many to count... sob."
"......"
That fake crying couldn’t be more obvious.
But it was clear—The Fourth had suffered.
"Ever fight back?"
"I’m the youngest. How?"
"By that logic, I’m the youngest now. Still stood my ground."
"Hence why I said you’re lucky to be alive. I thought she’d hit you—she doesn’t hold back." The Fourth patted her modest chest.
Cao Cheng squinted. "So you saw everything but didn’t help? Just waiting to laugh at me if I got beaten up?"
The Fourth flustered, forcing a guilty grin. "No way! I’d never let you get hurt. You’re my favorite little brother. Sister’s got your back."
"Sure, sure." Cao Cheng shoved her lightly.
The Fourth flopped onto the couch, giggling as she sat back up. Leaning in, eyes sparkling with curiosity: "Seriously, what happened?"
"Sigh."
Cao Cheng exhaled dramatically.
The Fourth pressed, "Well?"
He shook his head, pointing at the TV. "I said Old Chen’s gonna blow up, even drop a song. That he’d dream of sleeping center-stage. Second Sister called me blind, then stormed off. That’s it."
"......"
The Fourth rolled her eyes. "You think I’m stupid?"
Like I’d believe that.
Fine, keep your secrets...
Brat.
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
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!
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, 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?"
