President’s Office, Nuanyao Film and Television.
A young man in a wheelchair appeared, his eyes dark with resentment and hatred.
"Qingtian-jie, you’re truly ruthless."
Yu Chengqun sat in his wheelchair—though not completely disabled, the doctors had confirmed his fertility was compromised.
"So? What do you want to say today?"
"I’m giving you a chance. Marry me, and this ends here. Otherwise, not just you, but your Chen family and that freeloader cousin of yours—I’ll make sure you all suffer a fate worse than death."
Yu Chengqun loathed Chen Qingtian. The damage she’d inflicted on him was irreversible.
Once a charismatic playboy, he was now reduced to a man who could barely perform. How could he tolerate that?
Since Chen Qingtian was the one who ruined him, she would be his compensation.
"Hah. If you came here just to say this, then I’m afraid you’ll be disappointed."
Chen Qingtian scoffed. The moment Yu Chengqun requested this meeting, she’d guessed his intentions.
She expected trouble, but never imagined he could be this stupid.
If Yu Chengqun targeted only her, they might have been evenly matched.
But if he dared lay a finger on her cousin? That would be a death sentence.
Yu Chengqun’s face darkened like storm clouds. "Your Chen family might not fear me. Your cousin might not either. But are you sure you can protect your little lapdog?"
Chen Qingtian’s eyes narrowed. Whatever sliver of guilt she’d felt for him vanished completely.
"I agreed to this meeting out of respect for our childhood ties. But if you insist on this delusion, then I’m afraid I’ll have to ask you to leave."
Yu Chengqun seethed. Chen Qingtian’s PR team had exposed him to public scrutiny, unearthing his darkest deeds.
The reason for his desperation? His engagement to Ai Xianbai had been canceled—transferred to his younger brother.
His father hadn’t objected, tacitly endorsing his brother as the heir.
His position as the Yu family’s crown prince was slipping. He needed a lifeline.
In truth, he’d sneaked out mid-treatment to see Chen Qingtian, hoping to strong-arm her into marriage.
A union with the Chen family would secure his status.
The Chens weren’t as wealthy as the Ais, but their influence rivaled any capitalist dynasty.
Now, with Chen Qingtian’s refusal, Yu Chengqun’s fury boiled over.
"Chen Qingtian, you’ll regret this. Mark my words—you, your lapdog, even your cousin will beg me for mercy on your knees."
BANG! The office door was kicked open.
Lin Ran strode in with Abu. "Wow, talk about having one hell of a nerve."
Both Chen Qingtian and Yu Chengqun startled at his arrival.
"Cousin, what are you doing here?"
Yu Chengqun recognized Lin Ran—they’d been alumni.
Lin Ran studied finance; Yu Chengqun, sociology.
Their paths rarely crossed, but Yu Chengqun knew of him for one reason:
He’d once been Jingda University’s top heartthrob—until Lin Ran dethroned him last year.
His fanbase dwindled overnight. He despised Lin Ran but avoided confrontation, knowing he was backed by Luo Yao.
Yet his restraint had led to this? Lin Ran standing up for Chen Qingtian?
"Lin! Ran!"
Yu Chengqun gritted his teeth. The jab about his "nerve" (and missing anatomy) was salt in the wound.
"What do you want, Dad?" Lin Ran looked down at him.
Yu Chengqun stayed silent. On Nuanyao Group’s turf, he couldn’t retaliate.
"Lin Ran, I only came to discuss marriage with Qingtian-jie."
Lin Ran raised a brow. "A three-yuan key—think you’re worthy? Weren’t you going to make me beg? Well, I’m here. Show me how."
Marriage?
What a joke.
Lin Ran wasn’t fond of Fang Buxia’s personality, but at least the man had integrity.
Normally, Lin Ran wouldn’t meddle in others’ relationships—but Yu Chengqun?
This trash dared make demands?
Born into privilege, he’d have been gutted in the streets otherwise.
Lin Ran never claimed to be a saint, but Yu Chengqun embodied true evil.
Some evil served justice; some existed purely to torment. Yu Chengqun was the latter—a living nightmare.
"Lin Ran, we’ve never had issues. Must you oppose me?" Yu Chengqun’s voice shook with rage.
Oppose you? You’re not even worth the effort.
Lin Ran turned to Chen Qingtian, exasperated.
"Why entertain this fool? This isn’t like you."
Chen Qingtian lounged in her executive chair, reluctant to move. Being CEO suited her.
Though she owed it all to her cousin’s… wife.
Chen Qingtian: "He threatened Xiaxia’s safety to force this meeting. Cousin, he bullied me. Avenge me."
Lin Ran nearly rolled his eyes. Bullied her? The man’s manhood was her handiwork.
And she had a boyfriend yet met another man? Wait—no, that was normal for regular couples.
His love with Luo Yao was different. If he met another woman, she’d be furious.
Truly, his wife’s love was one of a kind.
Lin Ran glanced back at Yu Chengqun—the spark that ignited Luo Yao’s early corporate war.
The battle with the Yu, Ai, and Zhang conglomerates had stolen their time together.
But this clash was inevitable. Maybe sooner was better.
As for Yu Chengqun? A scumbag, yes—but Lin Ran wasn’t the law.
Luo Yao was.
Still, a beating was overdue.
"Abu, drag him outside the building. Let the streets see this trash suffer."
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
o a martial world and obtained a system that allowed him to draw one entry per year. Unfortunately, all he drew were useless white-tier entries. The probability for high-quality entries was extremely low, with the highest-tier mythic entry having a mere 0.001% chance! To increase the probability, he had to improve his martial realm, but he lacked the innate talent for cultivation. At the age of eighteen, Chen Yi fell into the hands of a gang and was forced into hard labor. Just as his life seemed destined for a bleak end, on his 18th entry draw, he actually pulled a mythic entry—Simulator! In the simulation, he could also draw one entry every year that passed, and upon ending the simulation, he would inherit all entries and his martial realm! In his first simulation, Chen Yi struggled desperately just to survive, knowing that living one more year meant one more entry draw! Finally, with hair turned white, he drew the entry he had longed for—Low-Grade Innate Talent! "Hahaha! Don't bully the old and poor! Time to cultivate and inherit my cultivation base!" ... From then on, Chen Yi continuously simulated and drew entries, his martial realm soaring higher and higher! Epic, legendary, and even mythic entries were gathered into his collection one after another! "What demon race or devil race? What dark turmoil? I don't know anything about that. They just charged at me screaming 'How can you possibly ascend to immortality?!' and got stuck to my fists, unable to be shaken off. Blind spots, speed bumps... go talk to my simulator. We're all struggling to survive out here. I'm trying so hard, so how are they still alive?"
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
