Huang Daoqi naturally wore a smile between his brows and eyes.
Perhaps being plump just made him look amiable.
Whether he was speaking or not, or whether he was doing it on purpose.
He just had a comical look about him.
Before he even opened his mouth, he first gave himself a slap on the face.
Sister Hong quickly stood up and said in displeasure:
"Why are you doing this again? Didn't you already slap yourself several times just now!"
"Third Brother, haven't you listened to a single word I said?"
Huang Daoqi shook his head and said in a miserable tone:
"Sister-in-law, I am a fucking useless piece of trash. I haven't accomplished a single thing all these years."
"And in the end, I've even caused you so much trouble."
"Never mind me giving myself a couple of slaps, you'd be completely justified in giving me a couple of slaps yourself."
Huang Feirong and Huang Feiya stood together on the side, witnessing the exchange between Huang Daoqi and Sister Hong.
Huang Feirong had a look of not being able to bear watching it, completely unable to look at the current scene.
Huang Feiya, on the other hand, was very calm, as if the person being beaten wasn't her own father.
She acted completely as if she hadn't seen it, making it impossible to guess what she was thinking.
Huang Feirong stole glances at Huang Feiya from time to time, wanting to see the changes in her facial expressions.
As a result.
All she saw was a wooden, completely unresponsive demeanor.
It truly made Huang Feirong feel a tingling numbness in her scalp.
Could she really be this cold-blooded and heartless?
What on earth was this family trying to pull today!
Sister Hong glanced at the teapot, and then at Huang Feirong.
However.
Huang Feirong's mind wasn't on the scene at all, and she completely ignored Sister Hong's gaze.
Sister Hong: "..."
What was the point of raising a child to be this old?
Guests had arrived at the house, and she didn't even have the sense to pour tea!
Just as Sister Hong was about to get up herself, Huang Feiya stepped forward first and picked up the teapot.
She refilled the tea for Sister Hong and her own father.
Seeing this scene, Huang Feirong: "!!!"
Her reaction might have been a bit slow, but she wasn't an idiot.
Especially when she saw her mother's gaze that looked ready to eat someone alive.
She realized even more clearly that her mind had wandered and she hadn't paid attention to the occasion!
Taking the opportunity of drinking tea, Sister Hong advised once again:
"Third Brother, if you really consider me your sister-in-law, stop hitting yourself!"
"The children are all watching. How old are you now?"
Huang Daoqi said dismissively:
"Sister-in-law, what does this have to do with age? Didn't my brother used to beat me up every day?"
"Even after you guys got married, he still beat me up from time to time!"
Sister Hong: "..."
When Huang Daoqi said this, it left Sister Hong completely speechless.
That did seem to be the truth.
He really wasn't wrong.
It was just that those were things from the distant past; bringing them up now felt a bit comical.
Knock, knock, knock!
The sound of knocking interrupted the awkward atmosphere.
Needless to say, Sister Hong knew who had arrived.
Huang Feirong quickly trotted to the door.
Sister Hong whispered to Huang Daoqi:
"Third Brother, a few juniors have arrived. That's enough from you."
"When we chat later, don't talk about what we were just discussing."
"We can talk about our own family matters behind closed doors. Everything can be discussed."
Huang Daoqi took the handkerchief he carried with him and wiped his face.
Adjusting his mindset, he said to Sister Hong:
"Don't worry, sister-in-law. Don't I know how to behave in front of outsiders?"
"Among the people coming, is there that... Lin Yu you mentioned?"
Sister Hong nodded, not continuing the topic.
Because Lin Yu and the two women from the Shen family had already entered the lounge.
"Sister Hong, Uncle Huang, sorry for the intrusion!"
As soon as Lin Yu entered, he greeted them directly without waiting for an introduction.
There was only one middle-aged man in the lounge, Huang Daoqi, so there was absolutely no need to worry about identifying the wrong person.
Just now, when he was at the door getting ready to come in, Lin Yu had only heard the last two sentences spoken by Sister Hong and Huang Daoqi.
He hadn't heard anything else.
It seemed that figuring out the whole picture of the situation wouldn't be that simple.
Shen Buyao: "Sister Hong, Uncle Huang!"
Shen Jiuyi: "Sister Hong, Brother Huang, hello to you both."
Seeing the few people enter, Huang Daoqi, who had been sitting all along, struggled to stand up.
He smiled and waved at everyone.
When investigating Huang Daoqi online, the photos Lin Yu had seen showed that Huang Daoqi wasn't this plump.
If he was the mastermind behind all the conspiracies.
One could only say that there was a huge contrast between his real-life image and what Lin Yu had imagined.
No matter how one looked at it, he didn't seem like someone with the brains to pull off something major.
It wasn't that Lin Yu was intentionally being sarcastic or mocking him.
It was just about physiognomy.
There was still some truth to it!
Some people, just by looking at them, you know what kind of temper they have and what kind of things they are capable of doing.
Huang Daoqi looked more like the kind of peacemaker who strolled down the street every day holding a teapot and carrying a birdcage.
He looked like someone who would never get angry or get into a conflict with anyone.
It was hard to associate him with anything particularly evil.
"Come, come, come, sit down quickly."
"I heard Manager Yao has been quite formidable lately. The Shen family's affairs have spread throughout the entire circle."
"Miss Nine, you've grown so much!"
"If I saw you outside, I probably wouldn't dare to recognize you."
"In the past, I thought you were just... this tall?"
Huang Daoqi said as he gestured below his neck.
Shen Buyao chimed in almost as a conditioned reflex:
"She's about the same now, hasn't grown much taller!"
Lin Yu: "..."
Truly, if there was even the slightest opportunity to deal a blow to Shen Jiuyi, Antique Sister wouldn't miss it.
After commenting on the two Shen family girls, Lin Yu knew that Huang Daoqi's attention would inevitably turn to him.
Lin Yu took the initiative to reach out and shake hands with Huang Daoqi.
"Lin Yu!"
"Young and promising, young and promising indeed!"
"I've heard my sister-in-law talk about you. Thanks to you, Guihang had the opportunity to show its face."
Since someone was flattering him, of course he didn't dare to just accept it.
He quickly waved his hands repeatedly and said:
"Please don't say that. Guihang getting more attention really doesn't have much to do with me."
"Even without me, there would definitely be others bringing treasures over."
"After all, who in the entire circle doesn't know about Sister Hong's reputation?"
While speaking, Lin Yu conveniently praised Sister Hong as well.
Sister Hong held up a finger and pointed at Lin Yu with a smile.
Some words.
You clearly know they are beautiful words of flattery, said intentionally.
But when you hear them, you still can't help feeling happy inside.
After shaking hands, Lin Yu quietly waited for the system's broadcast.
According to past patterns.
Huang Daoqi's daughter, Huang Feiya, had been identified by the system as Pansi Immortal.
Then the instigator behind the scenes, Huang Daoqi, should have an even more ferocious title, right?
Otherwise.
It would be such a disservice to everything he had done!
He never expected...
The system actually had no reaction at all?!
It was as if Huang Daoqi was just a passerby, and he just slipped right through!
Lin Yu: "???"
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!
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
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.”
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.
