"No rush, we can talk when you get back," Lin Qingwan said, shaking her head.
"Alright, big sis, I’ll head out first then."
Lin Qingyan grabbed her bag and hurriedly left.
Lin Qingwan sat back in her executive chair, massaging her temples with a headache.
It was Tuesday.
Wang Shiyun brought her close friend Li Qing to a high-end women’s boutique.
Li Qing frowned. "Shiyun, the clothes from this brand are so expensive—over ten thousand yuan per piece. Are you sure you want to shop here?"
"Absolutely," Wang Shiyun replied with a smile. "Wang Dahe is footing the bill, so why worry?"
"True," Li Qing nodded in agreement. "Wang Dahe is completely whipped for you—gullible and loaded. He’ll definitely splurge on you."
"Shiyun, you’re just so captivating. With just a word, these men will throw their money at you."
Wang Shiyun couldn’t help but smirk.
She was currently stringing along several men, all just to get them to spend on her.
But once she managed to latch onto Lin Xuan—the owner of Skyline Group, a man with endless wealth—she could finally ditch those other guys.
At the thought of Lin Xuan, a faint blush crept onto Wang Shiyun’s cheeks.
Ever since Wang Dahe mentioned that Lin Xuan was the boss of Skyline Group, she had looked him up online.
She never expected Lin Xuan to be so strikingly handsome.
And his capabilities were exceptional too!
If she could be with him, she’d settle down in a heartbeat—no more playing games with other men.
"Ladies, what kind of outfits are you looking for today?" the sales associate asked politely.
"Do you have anything a bit more revealing?" Li Qing inquired.
"Of course, miss. Right this way."
The sales associate led them to a row of mannequins. "I think these styles would suit you both perfectly—very flattering and elegant. Let me know if any catch your eye."
"Shiyun," Li Qing called out, stopping in front of a mannequin wearing a red bandeau minidress. "I think this one would look amazing on you."
"You have excellent taste, miss. This is our latest collection."
The sales associate turned to Wang Shiyun with a smile. "With your figure, you’d absolutely stun in this. Would you like to try it on?"
Wang Shiyun was tempted by the dress, but she declined. "No need. Do you have anything more... innocent-looking?"
"Certainly."
The sales associate nodded.
Wang Shiyun’s eyes immediately landed on a white dress.
Li Qing looked puzzled. "Shiyun, didn’t you say you already had a few modest outfits just for appearances? Why buy another one?"
Wang Shiyun smirked mysteriously. "Because I’m meeting someone special tomorrow."
"Who?" Li Qing asked eagerly.
"A man who’s both gorgeous and filthy rich."
Wang Shiyun’s expression turned determined.
A man like Lin Xuan probably had women throwing themselves at him left and right—he must be used to seeing flashy, seductive types.
Her goal was to make him do a double-take.
If she could leave a good first impression, luring him in later would be a breeze.
"Achoo! Achoo!" Lin Xuan sneezed twice while driving.
He rubbed his nose.
Hmm, Su Hua must be missing him.
Ah, if only she weren’t so... enthusiastic about certain activities, he’d skip class right now and head straight to Su Corporation to see her.
Meanwhile, Wang Shiyun stepped into the fitting room and slipped into the white dress.
"Oh my," the sales associate gasped dramatically, putting her acting skills to work. "Miss, this dress was made for you! Your figure is flawless, and the purity of this design—honestly, even I’m a little smitten."
Li Qing nodded in agreement. "Shiyun, it looks incredible on you."
Wang Shiyun twirled in front of the mirror, admiring herself.
It really did look good.
"How much is this dress?" Li Qing asked the sales associate.
"That would be 49,999 yuan," came the reply.
Li Qing grimaced. "Shiyun, this is way too expensive. If you ask Wang Dahe for the money, won’t he think you’re just after his wallet?"
"Watch this."
Wang Shiyun had Li Qing film a short clip of her spinning in the dress.
She sent it to Wang Dahe with a message:
Dahe-ge, do you like this?
Wang Dahe watched the video and didn’t hold back his praise.
It’s stunning!
His heart swelled with pride.
His girlfriend was truly the most beautiful woman in the—
Wait.
His mind involuntarily flashed to Su Hua’s striking, almost aggressive beauty. No matter how much he tried, he couldn’t honestly say Wang Shiyun was prettier than her.
So, his girlfriend was the second most beautiful woman in the world.
Wang Shiyun replied:
Dahe-ge, I’m glad you like it. My wealthy friend dragged me here and insisted I try this on.
I can’t afford it, so I won’t get to wear it for you. I just wanted to show you how it looked.
Wang Dahe could tell how much she adored the dress.
Without hesitation, he responded:
How much? I’ll cover it!
Wang Shiyun:
It’s so expensive—49,999 yuan. Let’s just forget it. You’ve already spent so much on me. I don’t want to burden you further.
Wang Dahe’s heart melted.
His girlfriend was so considerate, so devoted to him.
She was willing to give up something she loved just to spare his wallet.
How could he, as her boyfriend, let her down when she finally found something she adored?
With a surge of chivalry, Wang Dahe replied:
It’s just 49K! Buy it! Money’s no object! Shiyun, don’t hold back on my account. If you really see me as your man, take this and get the dress.
He transferred the money immediately.
Wang Shiyun:
Well... alright then. Thank you, Dahe-ge.
She tapped Accept.
Waving her phone triumphantly, Wang Shiyun smirked. "See? A little act, and these men will hand over their cash without a second thought."
Li Qing’s eyes sparkled with admiration. "Shiyun, you’re incredible."
After buying the dress, Wang Shiyun picked out a pair of white pumps and a pink hairband.
Her final stop was the salon, where she got her hair straightened.
Back at her apartment, she changed into the white dress and slipped on the new shoes.
"Well? How do I look?" she asked.
"Absolutely breathtaking, Shiyun," Li Qing gushed. "That wealthy hunk won’t be able to take his eyes off you."
Wang Shiyun brimmed with confidence.
She had never failed to ensnare a man before—this time would be no different.
She could hardly wait for tomorrow.
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.
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!
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.”
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
