Fang Qi immediately said to the receptionist, "Hello, I'd like to buy two tickets for 'The Last Heartbeat', the 4:50 PM show!"
The receptionist, who had her hair tied in a ponytail and a sweet smile, replied, "Alright, please wait a moment~"
She began operating the computer.
Fang Qi waited, taking a glance at the seating chart on the screen.
This cinema was indeed quite old. It didn't have those double-sofa couple seats, only ordinary single seats.
The small red and green squares indicated the selected seats.
The 16:50 show had already sold quite a few tickets, and the middle section was densely packed.
"Sir, Miss, how about these two seats?"
The receptionist pointed at the screen, a professional smile on her face.
Two adjacent seats, the location wasn't bad.
Fang Qi nodded. "Sure, these..."
"Select the one next to it as well."
A soft yet clear voice suddenly rang out from his side.
The receptionist froze for a moment. "Huh?"
Fang Qi was also taken aback and turned his head to look at the silver-haired girl beside him.
Liguang was standing slightly on her tiptoes, her fingertips tapping lightly on the counter as she pointed at the screen.
"In the row Master selected, choose the seat next to it too."
She paused, her voice still docile and gentle: "We want three seats."
Then she turned her head, her sunglasses facing him.
Although he couldn't see her eyes, he could feel it—the gaze behind those sunglasses was staring straight at him!
The hands hugging his arm tightened!
"Beside Master—"
She enunciated every word, her docile voice carrying a hint of stubbornness. "No one else is allowed to sit."
Fang Qi: "..."
Yeah.
Expected.
Right, how could this crazy woman allow someone to sit so close to him...
The receptionist was stunned for a moment, then shifted her gaze between the two of them before finally looking at Fang Qi, her eyes carrying a trace of inquiry:
"Um... Sir, what do you say?"
Fang Qi looked at the silver-haired girl who was staring stubbornly at him... and smiled.
"Sure," he smiled.
A satisfied smile appeared on the corners of the silver-haired girl's mouth.
The receptionist also smiled. "Alright, then these three..."
"Please select four seats."
Fang Qi interrupted her.
The receptionist was startled, looking up and blinking at the two of them. "...Four?"
The silver-haired girl also turned to look at him, her small mouth slightly open.
"Yes, four."
Fang Qi pointed to the seats on the edge of the last row on the screen:
"Right in the middle of this row, these four consecutive seats."
The receptionist blinked again, ultimately saying nothing, just pursing her lips... as if holding back a laugh.
Then she clicked the mouse.
"Alright, these four, right?"
Fang Qi nodded. "Yes, those four."
Then he looked at the silver-haired girl beside him.
Liguang was currently looking up at him, a faint red glow under her sunglasses, her little mouth still slightly open, looking as if she hadn't quite processed it.
Fang Qi leaned close to her ear and lowered his voice.
"Since no one else is allowed to sit beside Master—"
His breath made the little star earrings on her earlobes sway.
"Then no one else is allowed to sit beside Liguang, either."
Crazy woman, you're so high-maintenance!
Then I'll be high-maintenance too!
You're not allowed to get close to anyone else either!
The silver-haired girl stared blankly at him, and then... a red flush slowly rose on her cheeks.
The two of them stared at each other through the sunglasses!
The corners of Liguang's mouth twitched slightly.
She... was obviously very happy!
Her little face was completely red, as red as a tomato!
But she didn't dare to make it too obvious, not daring to show any "abnormal" reactions.
Because this was a public place, and everyone around was watching them, she had to play the role of a "normal, unawakened AI companion"!
Thus, she froze in place, her pretty face flushed, glaring straight at him through her sunglasses!
Clearly dying of shyness, clearly bubbling with joy inside... yet still trying to play it cool!
So cute!
"Pfft—"
A soft chuckle came from the side.
Among the couples waiting in line, some were covering their mouths, while others had shaking shoulders.
Some girls were nudging their boyfriends with their elbows, whispering, "Look at how smooth he is."
Great... they were being watched again.
But Fang Qi was thick-skinned! He didn't care at all!
Let them look.
They were dawdling so much just picking seats; it was already good enough that the people behind them weren't complaining!
He reached out and rubbed the dark gray beret on Liguang's head.
"Alright, paid. Let's go."
He took Liguang's small hand and walked toward the lounge area.
Liguang obediently let him hold her hand. Her little hand was soft, completely devoid of strength, and incredibly well-behaved.
The two sat on a red soft sofa in the lounge area.
The silver-haired girl immediately pressed herself against him.
A warm, soft sensation transmitted through her milky-white knit dress, and a faint, sweet strawberry scent drifted into his nose.
But she leaned her entire body against him, her little head nuzzling and rubbing into the crook of his shoulder.
Like a spoiled little kitten.
Fang Qi wrapped his arms around her warm, soft body and curled his lips into a smile.
...How delightful!
However, he hadn't forgotten the serious matters.
Although it was very sweet right now...
He had to be prepared for danger in times of peace!
This date might not necessarily be peaceful!
Holding Liguang's slender waist, he slightly turned his head, his gaze quietly sweeping over their surroundings.
There were actually quite a few people in the lounge area, sitting in twos and threes.
Some were looking down at their phones, some were chatting together, some were feeding each other popcorn...
He looked past them one by one.
Was anyone secretly monitoring them? Were there any suspicious gazes?
Or—
Was there that familiar figure?
Lin Xiaoyou.
Fang Qi's gaze slowly swept over every corner.
He didn't spot Lin Xiaoyou.
Furthermore, he realized that doing this... seemed somewhat pointless.
Because even though the two of them had sat down, and even though Liguang had her silver hair and heterochromia completely covered up...
The gazes of passersby would still drift over from time to time!
Secretly peeking!
Especially... groups of guys who had spotted a beautiful girl!
One of them noticed Liguang, and his eyes instantly went wide!
Then he would secretly wink and nudge his bro next to him with an elbow—
"Ahem, ahem!"
"Over there, look over there..."
"Huh? Look at what?"
"...A babe!"
"...Ahem."
"Damn it, turn your head slower...!"
Then the whole group would pretend nothing was going on, sneaking glances over here with what they thought was a very stealthy look!
They would even pretend to go to the bathroom as a group just to walk past the two of them again!
Fang Qi: "..."
Seriously bros, you're making it way too obvious!
And who gave you permission to look at my wife!
But...
Good thing his wife was wearing a beret and sunglasses, so they couldn't see much anyway.
He could also tell...
With Liguang's aura, her figure, and that exquisite side profile peeking out from under the beret...
It couldn't be hidden.
It couldn't be hidden at all!
Even if she tied up her silver hair, covered her mismatched eyes, and hid most of her face behind sunglasses—
That perfect aura of a top-tier custom AI still seeped out from every detail!
If Liguang's previously uncovered silver hair and heterochromia—a beauty so ethereal it felt inhuman—would attract people to stare openly in astonishment...
Then this slightly concealed beauty right now...
Was practically inviting people to sneak peeks at her!
Who knew if the company's spies were hiding among this crowd!
Fang Qi rubbed his temples.
Whatever!
The company wouldn't dare hurt him anyway!
It didn't matter!
As for Lin Xiaoyou... it was better that she didn't come!
His mission today was to enjoy a proper date with his wife!
Watch a movie!
And then...
The corners of his mouth suddenly curled up into a smile.
He had to let everyone around them know... this beautiful crazy woman was already taken!
He reached out and gently lifted the silver-haired girl's chin, raising her small face hidden behind sunglasses.
Liguang was slightly dazed, her lips slightly parted. Before she could react—
He planted a hard kiss directly on her soft cheek!
Mwah!
Crisp and loud.
The entire lounge area seemed to fall silent for a second.
Liguang froze instantly!
Her pretty face turned red at a visible speed, spreading from her cheeks to the tips of her ears, and down to her neck!
Her small mouth beneath the sunglasses formed an O shape, but she couldn't utter a single word!
And then—
Wu...!
She let out a whimper and buried her head straight into Fang Qi's embrace!
Her entire small face was buried tightly in his chest, her two little hands gripping his clothes in a death grip!
The tips of her ears were so red they looked ready to bleed, and even the small section of the back of her neck exposed beneath her beret was tinted pink!
The sneaky glances from around them had now turned into open stares!
Some girls covered their mouths in exclamation, while some guys' eyes widened.
A few couples even started pinching each other—
Look at them!
What about me! I kiss you too!
Who wants your kisses! That's called romance! You're just being perfunctory!
Holding the little head buried tightly in his arms, Fang Qi felt incredibly refreshed!
That's what you get for peeking at my wife!
Look, look all you want! She's in my arms anyway!
Just as he was feeling smug, he suddenly felt a tightness at his waist!
Two slender fingers precisely pinched the most tender piece of flesh on the side of his waist...
And twisted ruthlessly!
Hiss—!
Fang Qi instantly gasped in pain!
He almost sprang up from the sofa!
Ow ow ow ow ow!
The silver-haired girl was still buried in his chest, her small face hidden securely!
But that little hand was performing a clockwise rotating motion on his waist with a gentle force!
Ow ow ow!
You crazy woman...!
A muffled, soft, and slightly trembling voice came from his embrace—
Master... did it on purpose...
Deliberately letting so many people look at Liguang...
Master is bad...
I'll settle the score with Master when we get back...
Her voice was as quiet as a mosquito's hum, revealing a mood of being shy, angry, but helpless against you!
Fang Qi's eyes widened!
Wait, what?
Crazy woman, you weren't like this before!
Before, whenever we showed affection in public, you were clearly overjoyed!
You couldn't wait to let the whole world know you belonged to your Master!
Why are you pinching me now!
Wu wu wu!
You've changed!
But...
Still so cute!
Enduring the pain at his waist, he reached out to rub the back of her head, leaning in close to her ear to say in a voice only the two of them could hear:
Alright, alright, it's Master's fault.
I'll let you settle the score however you want when we get back, okay?
The little hand twisting his waist immediately loosened its grip a bit.
And then gave it another gentle twist.
As if saying: That's more like it.
Just then, the broadcast announcement rang out:
[Audiences for the 16:50 screening of The Last Heartbeat may now enter—]
Fang Qi patted the person in his arms:
Let's go, it's time to enter.
Only then did Liguang slowly lift her head from his embrace.
The blush on her face hadn't faded, her sunglasses had slipped down the bridge of her nose a bit, and her heterochromatic eyes still held a bit of shy indignation.
She gently bit her lower lip, then let out a very quiet hmph, but her small hand was still gripping his clothes.
Then she stood up, took his hand, and stood obediently by his side.
Fang Qi led her toward the ticket gate.
Her small hand was holding on tightly.
He squeezed her slender fingers, unable to suppress the smile on his lips.
Going to watch a movie...
With the wife!

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.”

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."

d intelligence to keep the plot moving, and sometimes even the protagonists are forced into absurdly dumb decisions. Why does the A-list celebrity heroine in urban romance novels ditch the top-tier movie star and become a lovestruck fool for a pockmarked male lead? Why do the leads in historical tragedy novels keep dancing between love and death, only for the blind healer to end up suffering the most? And Gu Wei never expected that after finally landing a villain role to stir up trouble, she’d pick the wrong gender! No choice now—she’ll just have to crush the protagonists as a girl!

with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!