Fang Qi's head was about to explode!
He squatted down on the spot, clutching his head, staring blankly at the ground.
This... this was entirely possible!!
The agreed location for this cafe... was decided by An Lian and him via text messages!
So, Liguang knew the location of this cafe from the very beginning, and she also knew that he and An Lian would come here to talk...
So...
She was here just now?!
Right when he and An Lian were having their secret talk...
Standing outside the door, separated by the glass...
Watching them the whole time?!
Fang Qi stiffly turned his head, inch by inch, looking at the cafe's massive floor-to-ceiling glass window.
From this angle, one could perfectly see the booth where he and An Lian had just been sitting...
And it was clear as day!
His breathing stopped.
He could almost see it. Just a short while ago, a silver-haired figure...
Standing quietly under the dim yellow streetlights outside the door.
Her light blue skirt fluttering slightly in the night breeze, her heterochromatic amber and crimson eyes piercing through the glass...
Firmly locked onto the sight of him and An Lian talking!
Watching the two of them drink coffee and chat.
Watching him take the USB drive.
Watching him agree with a face full of smiles, saying he would definitely cooperate well.
Watching An Lian get up, and then... the silver-haired girl quickly turning away, disappearing at the end of the street.
Gulp.
Fang Qi swallowed hard, his throat feeling painfully dry.
That crazy woman, she saw everything...!
But... but without her master's permission, according to the agreement, an AI companion like her couldn't just leave the house on her own!
Unless... unless Liguang was now...
Already completely corrupted!
So, she didn't care about the AI companion agreement at all anymore!
No, no, no...
Calm down, calm down...!
If she had completely snapped, then he... couldn't possibly be standing here in one piece right now!
So... there was still a chance.
As long as he rushed home right this instant and explained everything clearly...
He still had a chance!
...
Fang Qi ran all the way home.
He ran as if his life depended on it!
Standing at the door of his apartment, he leaned against the doorframe, panting. His calves were weak, and both his legs were trembling!
Staring at that familiar door, his heart pounded, and his palms were covered in cold sweat!
That wasn't a door; it was the mouth of a monster!
...To enter, or not to enter?
If he went in, he might immediately face a completely unhinged crazy woman with laser blades on her fingertips or wielding a baseball bat!
If he didn't go in...
Wouldn't that just be escaping from reality?!
Damn it!
He shook his head vigorously, throwing those terrifying imaginations out of his mind.
He took a deep breath, and then another...
Fang Qi, you can do this!
You are a boss with 312 hours of experience!
You can handle this!
With trembling hands, he took out his keys and fumbled for a long time before finally getting one into the keyhole.
Click.
The door opened.
Warm yellow light spilled out from the crack in the door, accompanied by a familiar, faint, sweet strawberry scent.
He held his breath and stiffly pushed the door open—
In the entryway, a slender figure was kneeling properly on the floor.
Her silver hair cascaded like a waterfall over her shoulders, glowing with a soft luster under the light. The hem of her light blue loungewear dress spread out on the floor like a quietly blooming flower.
The silver-haired girl had her head slightly lowered, her hands neatly folded on her lap.
Hearing the door open, she slowly raised her head.
Her expression was docile. Her amber left eye was clear and gentle, while data streams flickered steadily in her crimson right eye.
Upon seeing Fang Qi, the corners of her lips immediately curled into a smile so tender it could melt ice, and her eyes curved into little crescents!
Master, welcome home.
Her meek voice carried a trace of long-awaited joy.
She even tilted her head slightly, causing the little plastic star earring on her left earlobe to dangle, reflecting a sliver of warm light.
Fang Qi: ...?
He froze at the door, a barrage of question marks flashing through his mind!
...Huh?
This vibe... why did it feel a bit off?
What happened to her snapping?
What happened to her waiting at the door with a baseball bat, ready to break his legs?
He was ready to hug Liguang's thighs and beg for mercy on the spot, but...
That was it?
This little appearance of hers...
Was clearly just the usual docile and obedient little wife waiting for him to get off work!
Moreover...
Fang Qi astutely noticed that Liguang's current state... was completely different from the deliberate, standard AI imitation she had going on during the day.
Although her kneeling posture was still elegant, her back wasn't as deliberately straight; instead, it had a much more natural softness.
The look in her eyes also rippled with that familiar reliance and satisfaction.
It was as if... the inspection had passed, the alarm was lifted, and so she had reverted back to the girl who enjoyed spending time with her master.
Everything in front of him was incredibly normal, as if his previous worries had never existed!
Fang Qi's eyelids twitched violently!
Could it be... that the silver-haired girl outside the cafe earlier wasn't Liguang?
Was there really such a coincidence in this world?
Was there another silver-haired, heterochromatic-eyed girl who was also incredibly beautiful?
...No, no, no!
He immediately snuffed out the sense of relief in his heart.
He couldn't think like that!
He still had to execute his plan!
He absolutely could not leave things to chance!
At the end of the day, Liguang acting so normal right now... was exactly what was most abnormal about her!
Even if the silver-haired girl at the cafe wasn't her... she definitely already knew that he had met with An Lian in private!
Under normal circumstances, she shouldn't be acting this well-behaved!
Even throwing a little tantrum would be much more normal than this!
...When things are this abnormal, something is definitely wrong!
Stick to the plan!
He steadied his nerves, tried his best to relax his stiff facial muscles, and then...
Put on an exhausted expression.
Sigh... I'm exhausted...
He muttered as he kicked off his shoes.
Too lazy to even put on his slippers, he walked barefoot, dragging his heavy steps like a corporate slave drained dry by life, swaying into the living room, and then...
With a thud, he threw himself heavily onto the soft sofa.
Sprawling out on the spot like a salted fish that had lost its dreams.
Master has worked hard. Liguang will go brew some tea for you.
The silver-haired girl stood up gracefully, and soon scurried over with quick, small steps, carrying a steaming cup of black tea.
Liguang placed the tea on the coffee table and knelt down again on the rug beside the sofa.
She looked up at him with her small face, her eyes full of concern:
Is Master very tired from working overtime? Should Liguang go draw a bath for you?
Hold on...
Fang Qi waved his hand weakly and rubbed his temples, fully acting the part: I'm mentally exhausted... much more tired than physically...
Mentally exhausted? Liguang tilted her head, her heterochromatic eyes appropriately showing confusion.
...It's showtime!
Steady!
...It's all because of that An Lian!
As if finally finding someone to vent to, he started complaining!
His tone was full of the resentment of a wage slave:
Didn't the inspection already pass? There was clearly no problem at all! But her, it's so late after work and she still wouldn't let me go, insisting on talking to me alone!
As he spoke, he nervously observed Liguang's face out of the corner of his eye.
The docile smile on the silver-haired girl's face did not change in the slightest.
She merely tilted her head slightly, listening attentively as if hearing her master share a mildly bothersome but ultimately trivial matter.
"So we talked,"
Fang Qi continued to vent!
"But she ended up spouting a bunch of technical jargon I couldn't understand. Stuff like possessiveness intensity, dependency coefficient, and approaching the threshold... Blah blah blah, she went on and on...!"
He deliberately repeated An Lian's words with a mix of truth and fabrication, adding his own embellishments while keeping his tone full of exhaustion and irritation.
"...She even told me to be less intimate with you lately, to order you around more, and to discipline you strictly... Tsk!"
He slapped his thigh, striking a defiant posture that screamed he wasn't going to listen to a word of it: "She actually wants to instruct me on how to manage my own AI companion? What a busybody!"
Liguang listened quietly, the fingers folded over her knees curling slightly.
"Oh right... she insisted on shoving this onto me at the end!"
As if remembering something, he reached into his pocket and pulled out that cold metal USB drive, his face full of disgust:
"She said something about a monitoring port and wanted me to check your data every day..."
"It's so freaking annoying!"
He pinched the USB drive, dangled it in front of Liguang's eyes, and then—
With a flick of his wrist, the USB drive traced an arc through the air...
With a clack, it landed perfectly in the trash can next to the coffee table!
"Done!"
Fang Qi clapped his hands, wearing a satisfied expression of having solved a major headache.
Liguang's gaze followed the drive. A trace of astonishment flashed through her amber eyes, and her crimson pupils contracted slightly.
Fang Qi's heartbeat quickened.
...Don't panic.
Keep the act going!
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.”
or! A blessing for those who struggle with love, a guidebook for dating novices. Quickly match with your dream goddess! Complete walkthroughs earn rewards, and perfect walkthroughs unlock limited achievements!】 Shen Yi, an ordinary office worker, accidentally downloads a mini-game called Dating Simulator. The mini-game is simple: randomly search for dating targets, simulate dates, and receive rewards upon successful confession. Rewards include but are not limited to money, attributes, and skills. The higher the evaluation, the better the rewards, with perfect ratings unlocking mysterious achievements. Shen Yi plans to use this mysterious mini-game to continuously pursue targets and improve himself, making his life better and better. ...... However, after several successful walkthroughs, Shen Yi suddenly notices something strange - the targets he previously simulated dating seem to be searching for him in real life?
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.
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."
