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.
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
