For example, some guys muster up the courage to invite their goddess to watch a movie, only to be rejected with her saying she's tired and wants to rest early.
You fuss over her with endless concern, and all you get in return is a "Thanks," maybe topped off with a "Goodnight."
You sit there grinning at your phone, thinking she’s finally responding to your feelings.
But in reality, some rich second-generation heir is inviting her to a hotel—and she actually goes.
What you see as unattainable might just be casually within someone else’s reach.
So what you do doesn’t matter as much as who you’re with.
Is it really about money for the goddess?
Not necessarily. It’s probably because the other guy has more charm, takes action, and isn’t afraid to express himself.
Some spend half their life savings and still fail to marry the love of their life.
Others get to experience your "love of a lifetime" in a cheap hourly motel.
(If this hits too close to home, gather here for emotional support.)
"Wang Anjian’s surgery is tomorrow. Are you going?" Lin Ran suddenly asked, assuming Luo Yao wouldn’t bother—after all, she was the wife of a tycoon whose every second could mean missing out on billions.
"I’ll go."
Lin Ran looked at her in surprise.
"Didn’t expect that answer, did you?"
He nodded. "A little. I thought you didn’t care about anyone besides me."
"You’re not wrong. I don’t care about those people."
"Then why are you going…?"
Luo Yao flashed a cryptic smile.
"To do."
Lin Ran froze, imagining the scene—countless people facing life-and-death moments in the hospital, Wang Anjian undergoing surgery, while he and Luo Yao were outside… "exchanging life philosophies."
Just the thought sent a chill down his spine.
"Y-Yao… c-c-can we wait until after Anjian’s surgery? Give me some time to mentally prepare."
Luo Yao looked puzzled. "What are you thinking, A’Ran? I hadn’t even finished—I meant doing something important…"
Lin Ran sighed in relief. "You scared me. My heart almost stopped."
Her gaze turned suggestive.
"So A’Ran wants to do it at the hospital? I can arrange that."
Lin Ran’s face darkened. He had no such kinks.
"It’s too crowded there. Not appropriate."
"I’ll have a treatment room prepared. You can play the doctor, and I’ll be the nurse…"
Cough!
Lin Ran nearly choked on his own spit.
"So you’re still going through with it?! Fine, fine."
While the two were tangled up in the rooftop garden, the Lin family arrived at a shabby alley.
"Mom, are you sure the man you mentioned lives here?"
Liu Yuemei nodded, glancing at Lin Tianba, who looked utterly defeated.
"I’ve come here many times over the years. Your real father lives here."
Lin Tianba closed his eyes, muttering under his breath,
"Liu Yuemei, you’re one cruel woman."
The door creaked open, revealing a middle-aged man with dyed blond hair who bore a resemblance to Lin Jian. He took one look at Liu Yuemei and smirked.
"Well, well. Look who’s here. Didn’t think you’d come crawling back to me after becoming internet-famous."
Liu Yuemei was now a household name, though not for flattering reasons.
"Renqi, I had no choice…" She pulled Lin Jian forward.
"Xiao Jian, this is your father—Lv Renqi."
Lin Jian studied the man, skeptical. This guy, with his unkempt appearance and bleached hair, didn’t inspire confidence.
"Mom, are you sure?"
"Of course! Don’t let his carefree attitude fool you. He’s got depth—no one understands him like I do."
Lv Renqi frowned, silent. He hadn’t expected to meet his son under these circumstances.
"Renqi, let us in first."
Lv Renqi hesitated.
"Why should I take in a woman like you? You think I don’t know what you’ve done? The whole internet’s laughing at you."
Liu Yuemei wasn’t fazed by his harsh words. She loved his blunt honesty—it was part of his charm.
Lin Tianba lay on the ground, shivering but miraculously fever-free, his immune system fighting hard.
"Ha. So this is the man you betrayed your family for."
Liu Yuemei shot him a disdainful look.
"You’ll never understand him."
Lin Tianba had no words. But Liu Yuemei had anticipated this. She knew Lv Renqi’s temperament—brutally straightforward.
She wasn’t unprepared, though. Time to play her trump card.
"I’ve given you so much money over the years. Since Lin Tianba and I aren’t divorced yet, if I sue, you’ll have to return every cent—at least eight million, if not ten."
Lin Tianba: "You’re one ruthless woman."
Lv Renqi knew the law well enough to realize she was right. He never thought Liu Yuemei would fall this far.
Lin Jian’s eyes darkened. He couldn’t believe his mother had spent millions on this man—probably more than she’d ever spent on him.
He took a deep breath. His mother was truly beyond comprehension.
"Fine, you can stay. But one rule: Don’t bully my ex-wife’s son."
Lin Jian frowned. Another son? Liu Yuemei quickly agreed.
"Of course! We’d never mistreat him."
Lv Renqi scoffed.
"I’ve heard how you treated Lin Ran in the Lin household. If you dare lay a finger on Lv Jian here, don’t expect mercy."
"Understood." Liu Yuemei nodded eagerly.
Lv Renqi glanced at Lin Tianba on the floor, his face twisting in disgust.
"Why are you dragging this trash along? Don’t stink up my place."
Lin Jian replied coldly,
"He still has to make money for me. He stays."
Lv Renqi paused, then laughed.
"Hah! You really are my son. That ruthless streak? Definitely mine."
Once inside, Liu Yuemei nearly wept at the warmth—something they hadn’t felt in ages. Even Lin Tianba seemed dazed, as if transported to another world.
"Renqi, where do we sleep?"
After letting them in, Lv Renqi dug out some clothes from the bedroom.
"Get Lin Tianba changed. He reeks."
Liu Yuemei sighed, dragging him to the bathroom. Without bothering to undress him or adjust the water, she turned on the icy shower, drenching him. Then, on a whim, she dumped laundry detergent over him.
Two birds, one stone—clean the man and his clothes.
Lin Tianba’s heart was colder than the freezing water.
"Liu Yuemei… you’re one cruel woman."
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!
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
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!
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?!
