Xia Yiwei and Xia Xiashan turned their heads simultaneously to look up at the second floor.
A woman in a sheer beige nightgown with her long hair cascading freely was leaning her elbows against the second-floor railing, looking down at the two sisters with a charmingly seductive expression.
Even though she had just woken up, the woman's natural, makeup-free beauty was still striking.
Her pointed chin, thin lips, and slender eyes seemed capable of captivating anyone's soul.
Judging from her appearance and figure, she was about the same age as the two sisters.
She was the woman Xia Yiwei had just mentioned...
Wang Ran!
The phrase "Who is the little vixen cursing?" almost ignited Xia Yiwei's fury.
Xia Yiwei's face immediately darkened, and she postured as if she were about to march up to the second floor.
Xia Xiashan hurriedly grabbed her from the side, stopping her younger sister from doing anything foolishly impulsive.
"Sis, do you really think I'd get physical with her?"
"She's Dad's favorite, how would I dare?"
Xia Yiwei smiled at Xia Xiashan, signaling her not to be so tense.
The current Xia Yiwei was no longer the immature girl who had run away from home in a fit of pique.
Her struggles out in the real world over the past few years had tempered her character.
Compared to the difficult patients at the hospital, Wang Ran's petty verbal jabs had no real impact.
Fight with Wang Ran?
Xia Yiwei only felt that such behavior would be beneath her.
However, since the woman dared to talk back, wouldn't she think she was an easy target if she didn't retaliate?
Xia Xiashan let go of her hand, half-believing and half-doubting.
But her eyes still closely followed her sister.
Just in case Yiwei did something impulsive in a moment, she could intervene immediately.
Over the past few years, Yiwei had almost no contact with Wang Ran.
On the contrary, Xia Xiashan had many interactions with her.
Her opinion of this woman, Wang Ran, had been changing with each encounter.
Without her sister holding her back, Xia Yiwei took a few steps forward.
Crossing her arms over her chest, she looked up and mocked Wang Ran:
"Aunt Zhang said my dad wasn't home, so I assumed you weren't either."
"It seems he didn't come back all night, and he didn't take you with him?"
"They say men are all the same, always loving the new and discarding the old. Looks like it's your turn to fall out of favor!"
Just as they had entered the villa's hall.
Xia Yiwei had asked the housekeeper, Aunt Zhang, and learned that her dad wasn't home; he had gone out yesterday and hadn't returned since.
Therefore.
Xia Yiwei had subconsciously assumed that Wang Ran wasn't home either.
Unexpectedly, she was home alone.
How could Xia Yiwei miss such a perfect opportunity for sarcasm?
Of course, she had to thoroughly humiliate Wang Ran while she was acting so smug.
To this.
Wang Ran paid absolutely no mind.
She rolled her neck and stretched her arms and shoulders.
The expression on her face didn't change in the slightest because of Xia Yiwei's words.
"Oh, it seems Old Xia didn't tell you."
"Yesterday was the ribbon-cutting ceremony for Chairman Zhao's new branch in the West City, and he was invited to attend."
"Right now... he probably hasn't sobered up yet, has he?"
"But that's nothing to be surprised about."
"You've never cared about family matters, so of course you wouldn't know."
"In this regard, Shanshan is much better than you."
Xia Yiwei furrowed her brows and couldn't help but look at her sister beside her.
From Xia Xiashan's expression, it was obvious she knew about this.
Among the three present, only Xia Yiwei was in the dark.
She had originally planned to disgust Wang Ran.
Unexpectedly.
She was the one who ended up disgusted.
Xia Yiwei took a deep breath, trying hard to think of a way to strike back.
It would be too frustrating to say nothing now!
"This must be the little auntie, right?"
"So young!"
Just then.
Lin Yu's voice came from the doorway.
The term "little auntie" immediately drew the gazes of the three women.
Lin Yu slowly walked into the villa's hall, wearing a sunny and friendly smile.
Coupled with his college-student-like appearance, he looked quite like a typical boy next door.
But the words he spoke showed no restraint whatsoever.
Addressing the young Wang Ran directly as "little auntie" carried a very obvious tone of provocation.
Lei Siren followed behind Lin Yu, sheepishly nodding at Wang Ran.
He subconsciously distanced himself a little bit from Lin Yu.
Wanting to emphasize that he had nothing much to do with Lin Yu.
How could Lei Siren not know what role Wang Ran played in the Xia family?
Her reputation and methods were well known to Lei Siren.
Even Xia Zhenfeng's biological daughters couldn't get the upper hand with her.
Every time they met, Lei Siren was naturally extremely polite to her.
He never expected.
That Lin Yu would be so damn brave?
On their very first meeting, before Xia Yiwei could even introduce them, he opened his mouth and called her "little auntie".
This was clearly taking an opposing stance!
Foolish!
People with brawn really have no brains.
If he approached Yiwei for money, didn't he know he should bow his head to the "stepmother" for the sake of money?
Keeping a low profile was the way to achieve his goals.
Trying to win Yiwei's favor by crossing Wang Ran?
What an amateur and terrible strategy!
Lei Siren's pig-like brain naturally couldn't guess what Lin Yu was thinking.
His status as a boyfriend was fake to begin with.
Even if it were true.
Why would he need to curry favor with anyone?
When one is strong enough, there is absolutely no need to care about how others look at you.
With Lin Yu's arrival.
The usually calm Wang Ran showed a rare hint of displeasure.
She had heard in advance yesterday that Xia Yiwei had gotten a boyfriend and was bringing him home today.
Given Xia Yiwei's rebellious nature and her taste in people.
Her boyfriend naturally couldn't be someone like Lei Siren.
Then it could only be this young man who just spoke!
He didn't look very old.
But he spoke without any scruples.
Wang Ran couldn't help but smile, writing it off as an ignorant youth lacking composure.
Eager to stand up for his girlfriend on their very first meeting.
On the contrary, this recklessness made the inwardly annoyed Wang Ran subconsciously lower her guard against Lin Yu.
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
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ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
