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.
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
ver to a world of cultivation and returned invincible. Modern medicine is child's play compared to elixirs; technological might crumbles before true cultivation. My name is Qin Ning, Earth's sole cultivator!
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!
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.”
