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.
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
ts me of treason?" "Correct. The host must return to the capital and gradually build up influence." "Wait—I have half a million soldiers, and you want me to go back to the capital to 'build influence'?" "Host, you are currently the Northern Garrison General, loyal to the Great Xia Dynasty." "Of course I am loyal to Great Xia! Absolutely loyal!" "But you keep referring to yourself as 'We'..." "Never mind the details! Summon all the regional commanders and military officers! We suspect treacherous officials are manipulating the court! They shall march with Us to the capital and purge the corrupt!" "......"
