Fang Zhiyi looked at Xue Wanning, who was dressed in disguise before him, and both saw intense disdain in each other's eyes.
"How did you know about this place? Move over."
"Don’t forget your crappy detective agency was funded by me! Stop crowding me!"
"Shh, someone’s coming!"
"Xiaocao, I was wrong." The man stepping out of the luxury car was none other than Fu Jingxuan, impeccably dressed and holding a bouquet of flowers.
Qin Xiaocao looked at him, her eyes reddening.
"Fu Jingxuan, how dare you show your face after what you did?" Gu Mingyu, pushing Zhou Han in his wheelchair, stepped forward, instantly ratcheting up the tension.
Xue Wanning felt like she could barely breathe.
"Are you two buying anything or not?" The vendor couldn’t take it anymore—these two had been crowding her stall but kept glancing behind them the whole time.
"Yeah, yeah." Xue Wanning pulled out some cash and shoved it at the vendor without even looking.
The vendor finally snapped, "Go sit over there! You’re blocking my view!" She pointed to a few small tables she’d set up for herself.
"Fine, fine." The two moved away, and the vendor sighed in relief. At least she hadn’t missed the drama—some kind of love chase, it seemed?
The conversation quickly turned sour, and Gu Mingyu and Fu Jingxuan came to blows. Qin Xiaocao, true to form, delivered the classic plea: "Stop fighting!"
Fang Zhiyi realized that when it came to gossip, age and gender didn’t matter—even the girl at the next table was watching with rapt attention.
Rapt... attention?
"Fang Zhiyun! Why aren’t you in school? What are you doing here?" His younger sister, Fang Zhiyun, was sitting right there!
"Bro..." Fang Zhiyun only seemed to notice him now, looking guilty. "I, uh, came with Wanning-jie."
"Shh, don’t interrupt! It’s getting good." Xue Wanning didn’t even turn her head.
The fight only ended when the police arrived. Both men were bruised, and then—Qin Xiaocao just wheeled Zhou Han away?
"Typical. Always this dramatic." Xue Wanning exhaled deeply.
Fang Zhiyi shook his head. Well, at least his mission was technically complete... or not!
"Fang Zhiyun, go back to class. Now."
"And you—come with me to the office. There’s something important."
Xue Wanning pouted. "No way. Not unless you say those three words!"
Fang Zhiyun’s eyes widened with excitement. Could it be? Her gaze darted between Xue Wanning and Fang Zhiyi.
The onlookers perked up at this, and Fang Zhiyi felt their curious stares burning into him.
He took a deep breath. "Let’s go, my lady?"
"Ugh." The crowd collectively groaned—they’d been hoping for a love confession.
As the saying goes, strike while the iron is hot. With Fu Jingxuan distracted by his pursuit of Qin Xiaocao, now was the perfect time to dismantle him. Xue Wanning might not be cutthroat, but Fang Zhiyi was a seasoned player.
Xue Wanning watched as he swiftly issued orders—everything from corporate sabotage and reputation destruction down to petty schemes like having someone kidnap and roast Fu Jingxuan’s prized arowana fish.
Fang Zhiyi had once again reshaped Xue Wanning’s impression of him.
Was her right-hand man always this ruthless?
Of course, the Fu family wasn’t easy to topple. Fang Zhiyi had planned a slow, methodical takeover, and Fu Jingxuan’s neglect of the company made him the biggest liability. His father even stripped him of his position.
Trapped at home under his father’s scolding and barred from seeing Qin Xiaocao, Fu Jingxuan took his rage out on his "white moonlight."
She was baffled—why had the man who once adored her suddenly turned cold?
She tried to leave, to return abroad, but it was too late.
Consumed by obsession, Fu Jingxuan knocked her out and tied her up. When she woke, she was in a basement, limbs strapped to a metal bed.
Fu Jingxuan caressed the spot where her kidney lay, his gaze feverish. "Just wait... soon, you’ll be back where you belong—inside your real owner."
She realized his plan and trembled in terror, but there was no escape.
"Return what you stole from her, and I’ll let you go," Fu Jingxuan said coldly before walking out.
Back at Xue Corporation’s office...
"My lady, here’s what we’ve uncovered." Fang Zhiyi placed a document in front of Xue Wanning. His job was done—what came next wasn’t his call.
Xue Wanning read it, her breath hitching. She stared at him for a long moment.
"Zhiyi, you once told me not to meddle in others’ fates... but I can’t just stand by. Not after what I saw back then—just like when I first met you."
She picked up the phone.
Fang Zhiyi shrugged. He’d expected this.
Fu Jingxuan barged into Qin Xiaocao’s home with a knife. With Gu Mingyu absent, he struck Zhou Han across the head. As Zhou Han slumped unconscious, Fu Jingxuan seized Qin Xiaocao’s wrist. "Come with me! I’m giving you back what’s yours!"
Terrified but unable to resist, Qin Xiaocao sobbed as he dragged her out.
But when Fu Jingxuan sped through red lights back to the basement, the moment he opened the door, a cold gun barrel pressed against his temple.
"Suspect apprehended!"
Fu Jingxuan was arrested on multiple charges. His "white moonlight," traumatized, suffered a relapse and was hospitalized. Qin Xiaocao was taken in by Gu Mingyu.
Just like the original story, she ended up living "happily" with Gu Mingyu and a recovering Zhou Han—except it wasn’t so easy. With her not working and Zhou Han unable to, Gu Mingyu struggled to support all three. Medical bills piled up, and soon, their home was filled with resentment and arguments.
Gu Mingyu’s "don’t mock the young for being poor" turned into "don’t mock the middle-aged for being poor," then "don’t mock the elderly for being poor"... until even grave robbers would pity them.
Fang Zhiyi suddenly realized something—he, too, had interfered in Xue Wanning’s fate. He hadn’t cared until he saw his sister strolling arm-in-arm with Xue Wanning, cheerfully calling her sister-in-law.
Oh.
"Honestly, the moment you pulled her into your arms to shield her from that spilled food, she was already out of the game—and you were dragged in," Little Hei remarked, thoroughly amused.
Fang Zhiyi thought back to that look years ago. He’d long forgotten what human love even felt like.
"You really think a girl like her would drag you everywhere for no reason? Get real." Little Hei scoffed.
Fang Zhiyi glared at him, then glanced back at the two laughing girls. "Right now—bring the original host back. Now."
"That’s no way to ask for a favor."
"Are you even human?"
"Tch. Fine. Another free meal wasted." Little Hei grumbled.
As he left, Fang Zhiyi watched the original host—now sprawled on the ground—being yanked up by Xue Wanning, utterly bewildered.
He tilted his head and smirked. Love? Ugh... whatever. A wise man doesn’t drown in love—this guy’s not sticking around to clean up the mess.
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.
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.”
] This is a dark fantasy-themed dating simulation game. The main gameplay involves containing various monster girls and investigating the truth of a world shrouded in mist alongside your companions. However, due to his love for the dark and bizarre atmosphere, Luo Wei ended up turning a dating game into a detective mystery game. Women? Women only slow down his quickdraw! To Luo Wei, the female leads in the game are more like tools to perfectly clear levels and squeeze out rewards. For Luo Wei, flirting with every girl he meets and then discarding them is standard procedure. Worried about characters losing affection points? No need. With his maxed-out charm stat, Luo Wei is practically a "human incubus." A little psychological manipulation and those points come right back. It's a bit scummy, but the paper cutout heroines in the game won't actually come at him with real cleavers. However... Luo Wei has transmigrated. He's accidentally entered the second playthrough of this game. His past actions have caused all the girls to transform into terrifying yanderes. Due to the game's setting, most of the heroines he once contained are "troubled girls." Obsessive, twisted, mentally unstable, all aggressive yanderes... The type who will kill you if they can't have you... Luo Wei wants to cry but has no tears left. "I really just want to survive..." In short, this is a story of battling wits and engaging in a love-hate relationship with yanderes.
