Xiao Ruoruo wiped the sweat from her forehead and nearly jumped out of her skin when she turned to find a handsome man standing alarmingly close. "Ah!" she gasped, stumbling backward. Just as she was about to fall, the man caught her in his arms, and their eyes locked in a moment of intense connection.
"Ruotang..." Yan Beichen murmured dreamily.
Fang Zhiyi, who had just stepped out, covered his eyes in exasperation. Seriously? Of all the people to run into each other...
"Pervert!" Xiao Ruoruo snapped, wrenching herself free from Yan Beichen's embrace. She hopped onto her electric scooter and sped off, leaving Yan Beichen staring wistfully after her.
"Thirty minutes. I want all her information," Yan Beichen declared, slipping into full domineering CEO mode.
Fang Zhiyi sighed, rummaged through his bag, and handed Yan Beichen a document. "Here."
Yan Beichen blinked in confusion. Fang Zhiyi waved the paper impatiently. "Her resume."
As Yan Beichen hurried away, Fang Zhiyi stared at the deep scratches on his car, lost in thought.
Back home, Xiao Ruoruo spent the next hour cursing Fang Zhiyi’s name before her thoughts drifted back to the handsome stranger. Her heart fluttered, and her cheeks flushed pink—until a sharp knock at her door interrupted her reverie.
"Who is it?"
She froze when she opened the door to find two police officers standing outside.
"Xiao Ruoruo? You’re under suspicion of intentional property damage. Come with us," one officer said, holding up his phone. "The surveillance footage is pretty clear."
No sooner had she been taken away than Yan Beichen arrived at her apartment. After knocking repeatedly with no answer, he resigned himself to waiting in his car.
At the police station, Xiao Ruoruo sobbed dramatically but refused to admit any wrongdoing or offer compensation—until Fang Zhiyi’s lawyer arrived. Reluctantly, she scrawled her signature on the settlement agreement, all the while muttering curses under her breath.
The lawyer coolly turned to the officers. "My client declines mediation. That car was his cherished companion, and he insists on pressing charges under public security laws against this... young lady."
Xiao Ruoruo exploded. "I already paid! What more do you want? Rich people think they can just bully others, huh?"
Even the officers sighed in exasperation. Lady, with that attitude, did she really expect any leniency?
Though the male and female leads of this world were clearly unhinged, at least the side characters had common sense. In the end, Xiao Ruoruo—still unrepentant—was sentenced to five days in detention.
Meanwhile, the domineering CEO Yan Beichen camped outside her apartment for five straight days. When a disheveled woman trudged up the stairs, glaring daggers at the world, he barely glanced her way. He’d been sleeping in his car for days, obsessed with finding the woman who resembled Ruotang.
But then—his gaze flicked upward. The building was lined with small studio apartments, their doors visible from the hallway. And there she was, the same disheveled woman, unlocking the very door he’d knocked on days before.
"Huh?" Yan Beichen’s eyes widened. A burglar? He bolted from his car and raced upstairs. The door was left slightly ajar as the woman slumped onto a stool in the entryway, still grumbling—something about Fang Zhiyi.
The next second, the door was flung open. Xiao Ruoruo barely had time to register the loud thud against her forehead before she looked up and saw a sleep-deprived man peering down at her.
"You—" The world spun, and she blacked out.
Yan Beichen reached for her, only to freeze when he recognized her face beneath the tangled hair. Despite the grime, it was her—the girl from that day!
"What’s wrong? Hey?" He dropped to his knees, cradling her.
Back at the company, Fang Zhiyi wasn’t idle either. With Yan Beichen absent for three days, paperwork had piled up. Normally, Fang Zhiyi would handle it, but now? Not his job, not his pay grade. If he messed up, who’d take the blame?
He made a few perfunctory calls to Yan Beichen, but the CEO—still holding a grudge—ignored him. So Fang Zhiyi kept calling, hanging up the moment Yan Beichen answered. Furious, Yan Beichen shut off his phone. Nothing mattered more than his elusive white moonlight.
Realizing Yan Beichen had gone off-grid, Fang Zhiyi contacted the semi-retired chairman—Yan Beichen’s father.
"What? The bidding deadline’s approaching, and Beichen’s unreachable? Where is he?" The old man, currently indulging abroad, was livid. "Unreachable? Is he having another episode?" This wasn’t the first time Yan Beichen had vanished—last time, it was for a month after parting ways with Xie Yutang.
Fang Zhiyi feigned concern. "Chairman, if Young Master Yan doesn’t return soon, the board won’t be pleased..."
The chairman fell silent. The Yan Group wasn’t his alone—other shareholders had stakes too.
Fang Zhiyi cut to the chase. "Should I bring Young Master Nanzhe in?"
"Nanzhe’s still young... but with you overseeing things, it should be manageable." After a pause, the chairman agreed. His younger son could at least stabilize the situation temporarily.
"Don’t worry, Chairman. I’ll handle everything!"
Soon, Yan Nanzhe was escorted to the company, where Fang Zhiyi led him straight to the CEO’s office.
Yan Nanzhe shifted uncomfortably as Fang Zhiyi seated him at the desk. "Brother Fang, isn’t this... inappropriate? If he finds out—"
Fang Zhiyi waved him off. "Just sit." Then, lowering his voice, "Haven’t you ever wanted this seat?"
Yan Nanzhe clenched his jaw. "Fine. I’ll sit."
Fang Zhiyi smiled. "Leave the rest to me." He’d learned about Yan Nanzhe from the system—the script’s antagonist, appearing after his own death. A spoiled playboy, Yan Nanzhe had a notoriously volatile relationship with his brother, as if their very names clashed.
Yan Nanzhe’s ambition had been sparked at a party where someone mocked him for living in Yan Beichen’s shadow. Enraged, he vowed to seize the throne. Though he’d schemed his way into the company, how could a side character defeat the protagonist? His fate was a tragic plunge from a rooftop.
Fang Zhiyi worked swiftly. Since Yan Beichen spent most of his time playing CEO while Fang Zhiyi did the actual work, it took less than half a day for the entire company to recognize Yan Nanzhe as the new authority.
Employees had no complaints—Yan Nanzhe was far more approachable during meetings than his brother, who’d threaten to "bury" people at the slightest provocation.
With everything in place, Fang Zhiyi arranged a shareholders’ meeting for Yan Nanzhe. Though the chairman had only asked for a temporary stand-in, Fang Zhiyi intended to make it permanent. After all, Yan Beichen had burned plenty of bridges.

orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"

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."

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.”

tions: attribute allocation, analysis, proficiency, and simulation. Specializing in mechanical alchemy, from crafting sorcerous battle armor to handcrafting mechanical maidens, his mechanical legion conquers endless realms... Relying on his wits, he begins with a student-teacher romance, wins over a female director, enslaves a female assassin and a underworld queen, becoming the husband of a Grand Duchess... He enslaves the Goddess of Magic from the divine realm, developing his power simultaneously in both the Wizard World and the Realm of Gods...