"By the way, don't you dare get any ideas about that airhead," Xue Wanning warned. "Or you'll regret it. What kind of person is she anyway!"
Fang Zhiyi quickly agreed.
Thus, Xue Wanning's daily routine gained a new activity—learning combat skills from Fang Zhiyi.
She was curious about when he had picked up these abilities, but Fang Zhiyi simply said he'd taught himself online to protect her. Xue Wanning didn't question it further.
Since one sheep was as good as two, Fang Zhiyi decided to bring his younger sister along too.
Before long, Fang Zhiyun and Xue Wanning became quite familiar.
Girls inevitably bond over gossip, and soon Fang Zhiyun also heard the rumors about Qin Xiaocao.
The duo of gossip enthusiasts thus became a trio.
Xue Wanning had practically memorized Qin Xiaocao's schedule—who she'd be with on Monday, where she'd go on Tuesday, and her Wednesday dates—all meticulously recorded in a little notebook.
"Little sis, you know what this is? A drama! A full-blown, four-way, soap-opera-level mess!"
Fang Zhiyun stared blankly.
Xue Wanning's urge to share was unstoppable. After relishing the gossip with Fang Zhiyi, she'd embellish it further when retelling it to Fang Zhiyun—double the satisfaction!
The more they observed, the more shocking it became. Qin Xiaocao and her three orbiting suitors were pure entertainment.
Fang Zhiyi, however, was impressively efficient—almost always the first to notify Xue Wanning, allowing them to witness the drama firsthand.
Xue Wanning was practically addicted, often offering commentary.
At the edge of the sports field, a girl mustered the courage to confess to Zhou Han. Amid his friends' teasing, Zhou Han awkwardly accepted the water she bought—only to lock eyes with Qin Xiaocao, who immediately turned and ran. Zhou Han chased after her.
"Xiaocao, listen to me! It's not what you think!"
"I don't want to hear it!"
"Just let me explain!"
"No! I won't listen!"
"Really, it's not like that!"
"Zhou Han, we were never anything special. You're free to accept whoever you like."
"But Xiaocao, it's you I like!"
"Don't say that, Zhou Han. I don’t want to ruin our friendship..."
Zhou Han glanced around—no one nearby, except a couple with their backs turned.
"Xiaocao, what do you really want? Am I not good enough?"
"It's not that..."
The two eavesdroppers sneaked a look back. Xue Wanning's face was a mix of excitement and disdain.
"Qin Xiaocao really knows how to string three guys along, huh?"
"Jingxuan, just give me a little more time, okay? I'm not ready to think about this yet." At the dining table, Qin Xiaocao held Fu Jingxuan's hand, their gazes locked. The fire in Fu Jingxuan's eyes dimmed, replaced by resignation before he forced a smile. "Alright. I'll wait."
"Please don’t fight with Mingyu anymore. Both of you mean so much to me," Qin Xiaocao added.
At the mention of Gu Mingyu, Fu Jingxuan's expression darkened, but under Qin Xiaocao's pleading eyes, he finally nodded.
At the table behind them, Xue Wanning strained to catch every word.
"Gu Mingyu and Fu Jingxuan had a falling out? Since when?" She didn’t know this was all Fang Zhiyi's doing.
Fang Zhiyi shrugged. "No idea. I only keep tabs on Qin Xiaocao. Can’t be bothered with those two."
"Fair. They’re love rivals—acting friendly would be weird."
"Honestly, out of the three, Gu Mingyu seems the most normal. Anyone with half a brain would pick him." After the pair left, Xue Wanning shared her verdict.
Fang Zhiyi nodded along. Even the side characters could see it—yet the heroine still made the wrong choice.
Finally, graduation day arrived. Fang Zhiyi felt this school experience had been more exhausting than conquering a country.
At least it ended peacefully. Fu Jingxuan only glared at them when they crossed paths now, having accepted the gap in power. As for competing in wealth? Please—Young Miss Xue wasn’t afraid of him.
Still, graduation was graduation. That day, Xue Wanning dragged Fang Zhiyi straight to Qin Xiaocao, who sat surrounded by her three suitors. All three men frowned as the pair approached.
"Anyway, you made my college life interesting! Congrats on graduating!" Xue Wanning's random declaration left everyone speechless—except Fang Zhiyi, who barely stifled a laugh.
As they walked away, Gu Mingyu mused, "Come to think of it, I’ve seen them around a lot."
Zhou Han nodded. "Same here. They’re always nearby."
Fu Jingxuan scoffed. "Just two flies."
The three men tensed—Qin Xiaocao had promised to give her answer after graduation.
She chose Fu Jingxuan, citing his unwavering presence and attentiveness. Zhou Han forced a smile and wished them well, while Gu Mingyu's face darkened.
"Zhiyi, want to join my family’s company?" Xue Wanning extended the offer.
Without hesitation, Fang Zhiyi replied, "Whatever you say."
"Good. If you don’t go, I won’t either—it’d be too boring otherwise."
Fang Zhiyi sighed. This was the attitude of a true rich heir. Compared to the worlds he’d experienced before, this was a breeze.
Under his guidance, Xue Wanning achieved remarkable results within a year—though most of the work was his. Still, it was enough for her to boast to her parents, who promptly handed over the company and left on vacation.
"How’d it go today?" Xue Wanning asked after dropping her parents at the airport, finding Fang Zhiyi still buried in work.
"Nothing special," Fang Zhiyi said helplessly. This young mistress was truly obsessed—still keeping tabs on Qin Xiaocao even after graduation.
"How could she pick Fu Jingxuan? What terrible taste!"
"Why do you care? If you’re bored, go inspect the production line."
"Fang Zhiyi, are you getting bold now?"
Her tone shifted. "Speaking of Fu Jingxuan, the Fu family’s been snatching our clients lately. At the last meeting, he openly mocked me. If not for your warnings, I’d have punched him!"
Fang Zhiyi smirked. You should be grateful—in the original plot, you’d already be bankrupt.
"How about I hire someone to... you know." Xue Wanning drew a finger across her throat. "He’s getting unbearable."
"That’s illegal."
"Then poison him?"
"Still illegal."
"Cut his brake lines?"
"Miss, if you’ve got a death wish, don’t drag me into it."
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 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.
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
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.”
