When Gu Luo got a clear look at the face of this so-called "Sister Qi," he was genuinely stunned.
Standing right before him was none other than Tang Qi—the hottest diva in all of China at the moment.
And here she was, real and tangible, right in front of him.
Was this what it felt like to leap up the social ladder?
Ever since his "simp" father had climbed his way into high society, Gu Luo's life had undergone earth-shaking changes.
Forget about titles like "Guangya's Male God" or invitations from the mayor—just the fact that he had three wealthy sworn sisters doting on him was enough to guarantee a life of luxury.
At this moment, all Gu Luo wanted to do was scream internally:
—'What's the point of having this system?!'
'Why must you rob me of the right to struggle?!'
'Is this soft life really unavoidable?!'
Of course, these were just humblebrag complaints.
If someone actually tried to take his "Doting Sisters System" away, he'd throw a fit.
Wait a minute… Hadn’t the system been awfully quiet lately?
Thinking about it, it made sense—how much trouble could his sisters possibly get into?
Suppressing his excitement, Gu Luo put on a polite smile and greeted Tang Qi:
"Hello."
He wasn’t much of a fanboy, but that didn’t stop him from admiring her. His phone was full of her songs, after all.
"N-no need to be so formal… Just call me Auntie," Tang Qi stammered softly, waving her hand.
"I… I’ve listened to your 'Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix' many times… Truly impressive. The younger generation is to be feared."
Then she turned to Li Juan and greeted her: "Auntie Juan, here to mooch off your cooking again."
Watching this scene unfold, Wen Qianrou couldn’t help but feel dazed.
Why did it seem like Gu Luo was the celebrity here, while Sister Qi was the fangirl?
In an instant, it clicked.
Case closed—Tang Qi must really like Gu Luo!
No wonder she’d been acting so strange earlier.
She must’ve been trying to keep up her idol image and hide it.
The realization sent Wen Qianrou soaring with excitement.
As expected of her ultimate idol!
Even a diva like Tang Qi wasn’t immune to his charm!
"Well then, Auntie," Gu Luo obliged with a smile, already scheming about how to ask Tang Qi for a few autographed photos to bring back for his sisters.
Shu Ning and the others aside, at the very least, Little Man would be thrilled.
Seeing that everyone had gotten acquainted, Li Juan smiled warmly and stretched out her arms toward Lin Mengyun.
"Little Yunyun, come to Grandma, won’t you?"
Tang Qi also gently rocked her daughter in her arms and coaxed softly, "Sweetheart, let Grandma hold you for a bit, okay?"
"No…"
Lin Mengyun first glanced at Li Juan, then at her mother, shaking her head like a rattle drum.
Finally, her gaze landed on Gu Luo, and she piped up in her tiny voice:
"Want Brother to hold."
Hearing this, Gu Luo was flattered beyond words, momentarily at a loss for how to react.
"Little Yunyun likes Brother Luo too, huh?" Li Juan lowered her arms, her face full of grandmotherly affection. "Then let Brother Luo hold you."
But the most shocked person at that moment was Tang Qi.
Her precious daughter had always been shy around strangers—this was the first time she’d ever asked to be held by someone else.
Taking a quiet breath to steady herself, Tang Qi smiled at Gu Luo.
"Then, Luo, I’ll trouble you."
"No problem at all."
For some reason, Gu Luo felt a little nervous. Maybe it was because this was his first time holding a child.
Carefully, he took Lin Mengyun from Tang Qi’s arms.
"Brother," Lin Mengyun called out again in that adorable, milky voice.
The sheer cuteness of it melted Gu Luo’s heart instantly.
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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.
world slacker. But a genius female disciple just had to get clingy, insisting that he take her as a disciple. Not only that, she was always making advances on him, thoroughly disrupting his peaceful slacker life...
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
