Seeing the group chat name, Jiang Yangmei's first reaction was a little thrill of excitement.
"One Big Happy Family"?
Could it be...
Had Guan Bao added her to a "family" group?
She'd been agonizing over whether Guan Bao had even an ounce of genuine feelings for her.
They'd been together for a while, yet he'd never mentioned anything about their future.
Marrying a stable, wealthy man could save Jiang Yangmei decades of struggle—something she'd considered from the moment she agreed to date Guan Bao.
Now, the appearance of this "family" group...
Didn’t that mean Guan Bao was planning to introduce her to his relatives?
Sure, he usually came across as a bit sleazy, but this thoughtful gesture proved he had a conscience.
Jiang Yangmei even felt a pang of regret.
Maybe she'd overreacted earlier.
She’d make it up to him—when Guan Bao joined the chat, she’d praise him properly.
But her excitement lasted less than thirty seconds.
Before she could open the group, a familiar name popped up in the latest message.
「Zhao Na (Yangmei’s ex-colleague): What is this group?」
Jiang Yangmei: "???"
Zhao Na? Her former coworker?
What was going on? Why was she in this group?
A mistake?
Wait a second—
Forget whether it was a mistake or not.
How did Guan Bao even have her WeChat?!
As far as Jiang Yangmei remembered, Guan Bao and Zhao Na had only exchanged greetings twice.
When did they add each other?
That damn horndog had secretly added her colleague behind her back!
And now, of all times, he'd messed up—
Adding her to this so-called "family group."
What would her future in-laws think if they saw this?
Even now, Jiang Yangmei hadn’t fully woken up from her delusion.
Then, another message:
「Zhang Huayan (Ex-Ex-Girlfriend, Buns): Guan Bao made this group?」
Jiang Yangmei: "!!!"
Ex-ex-girlfriend?!
This group was all wrong!
"Buns"...
Jiang Yangmei hated that she instantly understood—and it wasn’t a math problem.
Weren’t group nicknames supposed to be self-edited?
Had Guan Bao given his ex-ex that nickname himself?!
Her heart pounded as anger made her hands tremble. She opened the group chat.
「Zhang Huayan (Ex-Ex-Girlfriend, Buns): You fcking idiot, what kind of nickname is this?」
「Zhang Huayan (Ex-Ex-Girlfriend, Buns): Why can’t I change it?」
「Bai (Milf Teacher): Oh my god, what is Director Guan doing?」
「Zhao (Sucker’s Wife): @Guan Bao, what’s the meaning of this nickname?」
「Sun (Housekeeper, Ate on April 5) left the group」
「Sun (Housekeeper, Ate on April 5) joined the group」
「Sun (Housekeeper, Ate on April 5): Why can’t I leave?」
「Zhou (Self-Delivered Slt, Divorced Woman): @Guan Bao, I’ll fck your mom! You’re playing some sick game, huh? Not afraid to die? Trying to be an emperor with a harem?」
「Zhang Huayan (Ex-Ex-Girlfriend, Buns) left the group」
「Zhang Huayan (Ex-Ex-Girlfriend, Buns) joined the group」
「Tang Ya (Women’s TPTY Sales) left the group」
「Tang Ya (Women’s TPTY Sales) joined the group」
「...」
Four people tried to leave in succession—only to be dragged back in the next second.
Those who wanted to exit hesitated after seeing the notifications, too scared to try again in case their own nicknames would be exposed.
As the saying goes...
Three women make a drama.
Right now, there are over twenty women in the group chat.
With so many combinations, it’s far more than just eight or nine dramas unfolding.
Especially since most of these women know each other.
Even rabbits know not to nibble grass near their own burrows!
But this old artist, lacking any extraordinary restraint, keeps digging into his own circle of acquaintances.
The result? An absolute meltdown of endless emotional chaos.
After the initial round of greetings in the group chat, Jiang Yangmei was suddenly tagged—completely caught off guard.
「Zhao Na (Yangmei’s former colleague): @Jiang Yangmei (Currently Dating, Gold-Digging Bargain Bin), Yangmei, you made this group, right? Don’t get me wrong—your boyfriend did message me, but I ignored him. I’m leaving the group. Please don’t add me again, okay?」
The nickname in the group…
Jiang Yangmei (Currently Dating, Gold-Digging Bargain Bin)…
The vulgar label made her vision darken.
Her chest tightened, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
She wanted nothing more than to storm out and slap Guan Bao across the face twice.
But the overwhelming emotions left her legs weak.
Just sitting in the chair drained every ounce of strength she had.
What made it worse?
Zhao Na’s message turned her into the group’s collective punching bag.
(Currently Dating)!
Such a clear label made it obvious—Jiang Yangmei was Guan Bao’s current girlfriend.
In an instant, the tags came flooding in.
「Tang Ya (TPTY Women’s Wear Salesgirl): @Jiang Yangmei (Currently Dating, Gold-Digging Bargain Bin), He never mentioned having a girlfriend. He always acted single.」
「Zhou (Self-Delivered Bargain, Divorced Woman): @Jiang Yangmei (Currently Dating, Gold-Digging Bargain Bin), I was fooled by his ‘single’ act too. If you want revenge, don’t come for me—go after your own man!」
「Bai (Young Married Teacher): @Jiang Yangmei (Currently Dating, Gold-Digging Bargain Bin), Don’t add me again either. And… why haven’t you changed your own nickname?」
「…」
The repeated display of her humiliating group nickname felt like hammer blows to her heart.
Only now did she realize—
In Guan Bao’s eyes, she was never the "perfect partner."
She was just a "cheap and easy" bargain-bin pickup.
Jiang Yangmei opened the group info.
Guan Bao’s profile picture, signature, and even his social media posts were all identical.
What a cunning old fox.
He had devoured her whole, leaving no trace behind.
She thought she was the hunter.
But in Guan Bao’s world?
She was just another trophy in his collection.
——
Meanwhile, elsewhere…
After finishing her painting, Ye Mengfu walked over to Lin Yu.
Completely unaware of Jiang Yangmei’s ordeal, she was still basking in the sweet atmosphere between them.
Lin Yu noticed the stains on Ye Mengfu’s hoodie pocket.
“Got paint on your clothes?”
Ye Mengfu nodded.
“At the end… I wasn’t paying attention.”
Lin Yu glanced around, then stood up.
“Hold on, I’ll be right back!”
With that, he jogged toward the scattered art supplies.
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
