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 + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
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.”
shall grant"] ["Inscribing the glory of our race upon tombstones"] ["All that is threatened, I shall protect"] How his younger sister sees her brother: A brother who only makes eye contact once a day, mostly fading into the background as he tinkers with who-knows-what in his room all day. Their life paths should have remained largely separate. Until one day. Su Qi created an equipment card for his never-met "online girlfriend." His sister fell into silent contemplation upon receiving the "white stockings." [Card can be upgraded] [Upgrade by fulfilling any of the following conditions] [Condition ①: Consume one hundred higher-tier cards] [Condition ②: Complete one 'Heart-Pounding Adventure'] What constitutes a Heart-Pounding Adventure? [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Beginner Level): Equip the card and invite 'Su Qi' to admire it.] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Easy Level): Equip the card, invite 'Su Qi' to touch it, and analyze the equipment's texture.] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Entry Level): Equip the card and invite 'Su Qi' to...] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Challenge Level): Freely combine the words 'Brother' 'Out' 'Brother' 'Me' 'Please' into a complete sentence...] "Please help me analyze both teams' mistakes in this match, brother..." His sister exhaled in relief—surely... surely there couldn't be anything more difficult? [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Suicide Mission Level): Sneak a peek at the names of the galgames in 'Su Qi's' hidden E-drive folder]
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
