Yan Beichen was back on track. Dressed in a suit and tie once more, he radiated confidence.
He had already decided—he would marry Ruoruo in a month! But before that... Yan Beichen narrowed his eyes. "There are two people who need to be dealt with." During his time away, he had reflected deeply and realized one thing: how could he allow others to sleep soundly beside his own bed? Fang Zhiyi, that petty man, and his so-called younger brother, Yan Nanzhe, both had to be expelled from the company.
When the termination notice reached Fang Zhiyi, he took it surprisingly well. "Fine! But firing me requires compensation." He squeezed another payout out of Yan Beichen.
As for Yan Nanzhe, he gracefully returned his office to the company and left without a fuss—so smoothly that Yan Beichen was left bewildered. He had prepared for a drawn-out battle, ready to prove to Yan Nanzhe that even without their father's help, he was the superior one.
But Yan Nanzhe had simply surrendered?
Everything seemed to be returning to normal, yet the developments felt unsettling.
After Yan Nanzhe and Fang Zhiyi left, Yan Beichen was in his office, intimate with Xiao Ruoruo, when his door was knocked on. One after another, several managers came in to submit their resignations.
As a domineering CEO, Yan Beichen had no intention of retaining them. He impatiently waved them off, telling them to leave quickly.
Within a week, over half of Yan Corporation's middle and upper management had vanished. This anomaly quickly caught the attention of the board of directors.
"So, you're saying a newly established company poached them all?" The board members were stunned by the investigator's report.
The investigator nervously rubbed his hands. "The CEO of that company is..." His eyes flickered toward Yan Beichen.
"It's Yan Nanzhe, the younger brother of our CEO. The vice president is Fang Zhiyi, Yan Beichen's former assistant."
"What?!" The room erupted in shock.
Yan Beichen's face darkened, but before he could muster a retort—
"Additionally, I’ve received word that several of our major business partners have shifted their contracts to Nanzhi Corporation."
"Nanzhi... What an interesting name." Yan Beichen almost laughed in anger. How had these two managed to pull so many strings behind his back in such a short time?
"No matter. The game has only just begun." Yan Beichen took a deep breath, stood up, and planted his hands on the table, his gaze deep and confident.
Suddenly, the door swung open. A dozen uniformed officials entered. "Tax bureau. Who here is Yan Beichen?"
Yan Beichen had no idea how much his reckless behavior had jeopardized Yan Corporation. Fortunately, his father was still around. Through connections and hefty fines, he managed to get Yan Beichen out of trouble again.
Upon returning to the company, before he could even console the worried Xiao Ruoruo, worse news arrived. Employees were resigning en masse, and Yan Corporation's market share was rapidly shrinking, with all their former contracts flowing straight to Nanzhi.
The old man paced back and forth, hands clasped behind his back, before finally sighing heavily. He shot Yan Beichen a reproachful look. "You're excellent in every way—except when it comes to love. You take after me too much. No wonder you’re suffering." With that, he pulled out his phone and called his younger son.
His plan was simple: convince Yan Nanzhe to merge Nanzhi back into Yan Corporation. That way, everything would return to the family. But Yan Nanzhe’s response was icy. "No." The old man was so furious he stomped his feet.
Yan Beichen couldn’t take it anymore. "Just stay out of it. I’ll handle him. It’s just a small company—does he really think it’s some kind of treasure?"
The old man glared at him. "Small company? Do you have any idea how fast they’re expanding? Do you know where all our former employees went? Huh?" It was the first time he had ever shouted at his son.
Yan Beichen, taken aback by his father’s outburst, glanced at Xiao Ruoruo beside him and instantly hardened his tone. "So, begging him will help? You should retire." With that, he grabbed Xiao Ruoruo’s hand and stormed out, leaving the old man seething.
With Yan Corporation in shambles, Fang Zhiyi, who knew the company inside out, wasn’t about to let this opportunity slip. Thinking wasn’t his strong suit, but with the upper hand, he relentlessly expanded Nanzhi’s reach—even more ruthlessly than Yan Beichen ever had.
Soon, Yan Corporation was on the verge of collapse. The board was in chaos, demanding answers from the Yan family.
But Yan Beichen had no time for them. Between Xie Yutang reappearing and Xiao Ruoruo’s incessant nagging, he was at his wit’s end.
In his previous life, Yan Corporation had thrived, and Fang Zhiyi had obediently handled Xie Yutang for him. But now, he had lost every advantage.
Then came another blow. Lin Moyan, somehow learning of Yan Beichen’s tumultuous relationship with Xiao Ruoruo, sent over photos of their past intimacy.
Already drowning in chaos, Yan Beichen snapped. He grabbed Xiao Ruoruo, hurling insults at her. She fought back, and their verbal clash quickly escalated into a physical brawl—one where Xiao Ruoruo came out worse.
Xiao Ruoruo was hospitalized, and the blows kept coming for Yan Beichen. With him avoiding the shareholders, the desperate old man embezzled what remained of the company’s funds and fled abroad. Before leaving, he tried reaching out to Yan Nanzhe for help, but Yan Nanzhe refused to see him.
In an instant, Yan Beichen lost everything.
Well, not quite everything. Standing in the rain, holding a child, was Xie Yutang.
If he could rely on the Xie family, with his abilities, rebuilding his empire would be child’s play.
The Xie family wanted nothing to do with this fool—but they couldn’t control their even more foolish daughter. So, under their disdainful gazes, Yan Beichen married into the Xie family.
When Fang Zhiyi heard the news, he was surprised. "I thought domineering CEOs never bowed their heads."
Beside him, Yan Nanzhe chuckled. "Can’t deny a man’s growth, can you?" He didn’t fully understand Fang Zhiyi’s dislike for his older brother, but it didn’t matter—he wasn’t fond of him either.
"Then the Xie family’s collaboration is in your hands?" Yan Nanzhe stood up, stretching lazily.
"Where are you going?"
Without answering, Yan Nanzhe grinned foolishly and waved at a woman entering the room.
Fang Zhiyi glanced over and sighed. "Another lovesick fool."
Yan Nanzhe went shopping with Chen Wanting.
As for Xie Yutang’s older brother, Fang Zhiyi had only one demand.
"You know our CEO and your brother-in-law don’t get along. If things get messy because of that... you understand, right?" Fang Zhiyi didn’t mince words. With Nanzhi’s current momentum, he doubted anyone would dare cross them.
The next day, Xie Yutang’s entire family was kicked out of the Xie household. Still, the Xies had some compassion—they bought the couple a house in S City, gave them money, and told them to stay far away from A City.
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.
lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.
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.
