But just as his hand was about to reach toward the unconscious Fang Qingci, the room door was suddenly pushed open.
"Who is it?" President Fu was a bit impatient. Didn't Gao Xiang say no one would come to disturb him?
Immediately after, several burly men swarmed in. One of them held up a phone to take pictures, terrifying President Fu so much that he hastily tried to cover his private parts.
"What are you doing! Get out!"
"Hehe, President Fu, we are Gao Xiang's friends. We heard you've been dragging your feet on signing the contract..." The leading man waved the room card in his hand, making President Fu's heart leap into his throat.
"Do you know what kind of behavior this is? Rape!" the man said. His eyes glanced over the still unconscious Fang Qingci, a flash of anger crossing them. He suddenly stepped forward and kicked President Fu right in the crotch, causing President Fu to scream in agony on the spot.
"You... you're hitting people!"
"Hitting people? We're going to call the police! We don't need to explain the charges for attempted rape, do we?"
"You, you..." Severe pain assaulted President Fu's brain, but after a brief moment of weighing his options, he gritted his teeth. "Speak, what exactly do you want!"
The man stepped forward, bent down, and patted President Fu's face with his hand one slap at a time. "This is to teach you to be smart from now on! When you see Gao Xiang, you must call him boss! Do you understand?"
"Him?"
The slaps on his face suddenly grew heavier, nearly knocking President Fu unconscious.
"Do you believe we'll come looking for you every day? Huh?"
"I believe you, I believe you!"
"That's more like it. Hurry up and sign the contract later, understand? You're always out partying and drinking. Do you know how much extra money Gao Xiang spent just to entertain you? And remember, we have your naked photos, so don't even think about pulling any tricks!"
After a round of threats, the men hurriedly picked up Fang Qingci and left, leaving behind a thoroughly humiliated President Fu.
When he hurried downstairs, he happened to run into Gao Xiang, who was flirting with his girlfriend on the phone. Seeing him come down, Gao Xiang thought to himself, why is this old man so fast? He immediately hung up the phone and walked forward with a fawning expression.
"President Fu, you..."
"I wouldn't dare, I wouldn't dare. The younger generation is truly formidable, truly formidable." President Fu practically gritted his teeth as he said these words, then walked away in anger.
Gao Xiang looked utterly confused, but he immediately prepared to go upstairs, knowing he had to smooth things over.
However, when he arrived at the room, he found it completely empty. He thought about it for a long time but couldn't figure it out. Could the drug's effects have worn off? He immediately took out his phone to call, but Fang Qingci didn't answer.
While Gao Xiang was panicking on this side, over in a car, Xiao Wu took out his phone and handed it to Fang Zhiyi. "Brother Fang, it's done. Take a look."
Fang Zhiyi looked disgusted. "Take it away, take it away! It burns my eyes!"
"But you told me to film it. If it were up to me, we should have just crippled him!"
"Hitting people is illegal."
"...I just can't swallow this anger."
"With that brain of yours... couldn't you think of any other way?" Fang Zhiyi glanced at Fang Qingci and sighed. "Let's go."
Just a short day later, President Fu ran into massive trouble. He was pondering how to deal with Gao Xiang and force him to delete the photos, only to have his naked pictures delivered straight to his company. Everyone looked at him with a hint of contempt, and President Fu felt like his brain was going to explode.
Immediately following that, he received a call from his wife. As soon as he connected, a terrifying roar came from the other end: "You bastard surnamed Fu, I am divorcing you! Don't even think about taking a single penny!"
"Fine, fine! Gao Xiang, you want to play this big, huh? I underestimated you!"
On Gao Xiang's end, he still couldn't reach Fang Qingci. When he tried to contact President Fu, the other party had directly blocked him, which frustrated him greatly. But right after, he was inexplicably scolded terribly by his boss, and the project he was originally in charge of also ran into problems.
Gao Xiang wasn't stupid; he instantly guessed that someone was messing with him. But who would mess with him? Could it be Fang Qingci? It shouldn't be.
Before he could figure it out, the company directly fired him.
"Gao Xiang, our client reported you for violating regulations, damaging the company's reputation, and causing the company to lose a stable client! Just wait for the company's subpoena!"
"Client? Who?" Gao Xiang's mind was buzzing, until he saw President Fu downstairs. He originally wanted to go up and apologize, but the other party just stared at him fixedly. "Gao Xiang, if you fight with me, I will destroy you!" After saying that, he got into his car and left.
Gao Xiang was completely dumbfounded; he had no idea what the situation actually was.
Fortunately, he managed to contact Fang Qingci that day. Fang Qingci knew nothing about what happened that night, only saying she had groggily gone home. This made Gao Xiang breathe a sigh of relief; as long as the matter hadn't been exposed, it was fine.
But turning around, the company's subpoena gave him a massive headache. Where would he get the money to pay compensation? And that old pervert surnamed Fu, why was he so hostile towards him? Was it just because Fang Qingci woke up that night and nothing happened?
He originally wanted to hide it from his girlfriend, but he didn't know who leaked the news to his future father-in-law. They forced their daughter to cut off all contact with Gao Xiang. Even though Gao Xiang swore oaths, it was of no use. He was now plunged into a state of total isolation.
The money he had spent in advance to package his image also had to be repaid, and the company was still demanding compensation. Gao Xiang didn't even dare to go home; he could only sneakily buy a few bottles of alcohol and sit on the side of the road to drink.
At this moment, he felt he had been abandoned by heaven.
"Hey, buddy, lost your job?" someone suddenly asked him.
Gao Xiang turned his head and saw an unfamiliar face. He didn't want to engage with the person. Trying to scam him? Impossible!
"I have a channel to go abroad and make a fortune, how about it?"
Gao Xiang sneered, "Get lost. Do you think I'm one of those clueless students? If I go out with you, would I ever come back?"
The man paused for a moment, muttered something under his breath, and was about to leave. But before he had taken two steps, Gao Xiang suddenly remembered something. "How much money do you get for bringing someone abroad?"
Hearing this, the man stopped in his tracks and looked at Gao Xiang suspiciously.
Gao Xiang quickly explained, "I want to work with you."
"It depends on the quality. Men and women are different."
Several faces quickly flashed through Gao Xiang's mind. "What if it's a college student, and a virgin? The healthy kind!"
"That's hard to say, but usually this kind can be auctioned off, and that would be a huge sum of money."
Gao Xiang didn't speak. He had just suddenly figured it out; it must be the guy surnamed Fu messing with him. But ultimately, it was all because Fang Qingci must have offended Fu that day. It was all this country bumpkin's fault!
Since that was the case, why not punish her a bit?
Anyway, he was now practically left with nothing. He even tried looking for a job, but right after the interviews, he was rejected. The underlying message was that someone had put the word out not to hire a scum of the industry like him.
"Let's do it! I have a top-tier good! No, two!" Gao Xiang thought of his girlfriend. Right now, he hated absolutely everyone.
transmigrates into the role of a villainous rich second-generation kid in an urban fantasy novel, and gets bound to a god-tier choice system. Right at the start, he catches the female lead stealing exam papers! This triggers the villain's choice options! [Choice 1: Pretend you didn't see anything] [Choice 2: Loudly call her out, drawing everyone's attention] [Choice 3: ...] And thus, a twisted villain is born. To avoid getting killed by the protagonist, he has no choice but to take down all the protagonists first. Jiang Che: Nobody understands being twisted better than me!
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.
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
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."
