"President Su, Shen Qianqian is our young mistress. She has her eyes on your man, and as long as something happens to you, she can take him away from you."
"If we help her finish the job, she’ll reward us with millions in bonuses."
Chen Fang trembled as he answered Su Hua.
"Then tell me, how does she plan to deal with me?" Su Hua arched an elegant brow.
"She said, she said…" Chen Fang lowered his head, stammering fearfully, "She’s already prepared three fat, ugly men. Once they capture you, they’ll… handle you, and they’ll take photos and videos to post online."
"Oh, and she also wants to ruin your face—carve the word ‘slut’ into it."
"Not just that, she wants to force you to crawl on the ground like a dog, eating filth and drinking urine."
"She said since you dared to steal her man, you won’t end well. She’ll use those photos and videos to make Lin Xuan lose all feelings for you, so she can swoop in and be with him instead."
Chen Fang knew all this because Shen Qianqian had openly said it right in front of him, without any restraint.
Jiang Qing listened to Chen Fang’s words, feeling a chill run down her spine.
President Su and Young Master Lin were already together, deeply in love.
Shen Qianqian had fallen for Lin Xuan at first sight and was determined to take him away.
Since Lin Xuan wanted nothing to do with her, she decided to target Su Hua instead.
If Su Hua were an ordinary person, the consequences would be unthinkable…
Shen Qianqian was truly vicious.
"President Su, everything I’ve said is true, not a single word is false," Chen Fang swore.
"Brother Chen!" One of the bodyguards widened his eyes. "You’re betraying the young mistress?"
"Even if I didn’t say anything, would she be spared?" Chen Fang roared. "Since she dared to mess with President Su, she’ll have to face the consequences!"
"The person we’re dealing with is President Su! Do you want to end up in the Snake Pit or the Beast Arena? Do you want a fate worse than death?"
The bodyguard had heard of Su Hua’s reputation.
At Chen Fang’s words, a cold dread crept up from their feet.
Su Hua’s lips curled into a faint smile. "It seems Shen Qianqian will stop at nothing to get Ah Xuan."
"President Su, what do you plan to do?" Jiang Qing asked curiously.
"Simple—return the favor in kind," Su Hua murmured.
She would do to Shen Qianqian exactly what Shen Qianqian had planned for her.
Admittedly, Shen Qianqian’s methods were brutal.
She liked that.
"Call your mistress. Lure her here," Su Hua commanded, her tone leaving no room for argument.
"President Su, if I follow your orders and call her, can you… spare me?"
Before Chen Fang could finish, Su Hua shot him a cold glare.
The rest of his words died in his throat.
"Y-yes, I’ll contact the young mistress right away."
With his left hand—the one whose bones weren’t broken—Chen Fang shakily picked up his phone and dialed Shen Qianqian.
In the living room of the Shen family’s ancestral home…
Shen Qianqian sat cross-legged on the sofa, leisurely eating an apple. In front of her stood two maids balancing vases on their heads.
Their faces were pale, their bodies frozen stiff.
"Achoo—!" One maid couldn’t hold back a sneeze, and the vase toppled from her head.
"Crash!" The vase shattered on the floor.
"Oh no…"
The maid stared at the broken pieces, her face deathly white as she collapsed to the ground.
"Useless! Can’t even balance a vase properly?"
Shen Qianqian tossed her half-eaten apple into the trash and grabbed a whip nearby, lashing it down on the maid.
"Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!"
Strike after strike landed on the maid’s body.
The maid bit her lip, enduring the pain.
The other servants stood trembling nearby, not daring to make a sound.
Lately, the young mistress’s temper had grown worse. She wore a scowl all day, taking her anger out on them.
She constantly found excuses to beat and humiliate them…
A phone rang.
Shen Qianqian ignored it, too busy whipping the maid.
The ringing stopped briefly, then started again, grating on her nerves.
Annoyed, she snatched up the phone.
"What is it? Speak!"
"Young Mistress, it’s me, Chen Fang." Chen Fang glanced at the sharp blade pressed against his throat, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.
"Well? Did you find her?" Shen Qianqian demanded.
Probably not.
These idiots!
Letting that vixen roam free for so long!
"Young Mistress, don’t worry, we’ve located her," Chen Fang replied, his voice trembling uncontrollably.
"You found her?" Shen Qianqian shot to her feet, ecstatic. "Did you catch her?"
Too excited to notice the fear in Chen Fang’s voice, she grinned.
"We did." Chen Fang nodded. "After she left Su Corporation, we tailed her to a remote villa in the outskirts. I captured her."
"Young Mistress, should we deal with her ourselves, or do you want to come handle her personally?"
"Of course I’m coming myself!" Shen Qianqian’s voice dripped with malice. "Only by tormenting her with my own hands will I feel satisfied."
"Then, Young Mistress, I’ll send you the location. Please hurry—I’m afraid something might go wrong."
"Fine. I’ll be there soon."
Shen Qianqian hung up, her face twisting into a cruel smile.
Soon.
She’d finally see that vixen’s downfall.
She would make sure that woman suffered a fate worse than death!
Eager to witness Su Hua’s torment, Shen Qianqian changed clothes and rushed out of the Shen estate in her high heels.
"Qianqian, where are you going?" Shen Mao stopped her.
"Dad, my classmates invited me shopping. I’m running late—gotta go!"
She yanked open the car door and slid inside, then dialed another number.
"I booked three men, right? Bring them to the location I’m sending you."
After hanging up, she smirked coldly.
"Vixen, your end is near."
One of the bodyguards driving frowned.
Something felt off—this had gone too smoothly. Was there a trap?
Meanwhile, Chen Yu’s taxi happened to pass by the villa district’s gates.
Her eyes sharpened.
That was Shen Qianqian’s car.
Where was she going?
A gut feeling told Chen Yu this was her perfect chance for revenge.
"Uncle Driver, can you follow that pink car ahead?"
world slacker. But a genius female disciple just had to get clingy, insisting that he take her as a disciple. Not only that, she was always making advances on him, thoroughly disrupting his peaceful slacker life...
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
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!
