Wang Dahe used to feel heartache, but now, he had seen her true colors.
Looking at Wang Shiyun’s demeanor, all he felt was scorn.
Wasn’t Wang Shiyun just a carbon copy of Qin Ruoyao?
He had repeatedly warned Xuan not to be fooled by Qin Ruoyao—that she was nothing but a toxic woman.
Yet here he was, blind to a woman just like her.
"Wang Shiyun, get the hell out of here right now!"
Wang Dahe pointed at the door, his face burning with fury.
Wang Shiyun was startled by his dark, terrifying expression and scrambled off the bed to leave.
"Wait."
Wang Dahe called her back.
Wang Shiyun paused.
Had he changed his mind?
Of course. A simp was always a simp—some habits never die.
She waited for his apology, but instead, Wang Dahe strode over and yanked the necklace from her neck and the bracelet from her wrist.
"Wang Dahe, what are you doing?" Wang Shiyun glared at him.
"Nothing," Wang Dahe said coldly. "These were gifts from me. You don’t deserve them."
Wang Shiyun bit her lip.
So he wasn’t here to apologize.
She had even been ready to give him an out.
"Fine, Wang Dahe. So you’d rather trust your so-called brothers, huh?" she spat through gritted teeth. "Mark my words—you’ll regret this!"
"Even if you beg on your knees for me to take you back, I’d never say yes!"
With that, she stomped out of the room.
Wang Dahe smirked.
What was she thinking?
Him, begging for her?
What a joke.
Wang Shiyun ran out of the villa. It was still early morning, and the area was well-lit with plenty of surveillance cameras.
Yet, she couldn’t shake her fear.
She turned, intending to go back inside—
But two bodyguards appeared behind her, pressing a cloth over her mouth.
"Mmph—!" Her eyes widened in terror.
Who dared to kidnap her here?
After Wang Shiyun stormed out, Luo Yuan entered the room.
He laughed. "Wang Dahe, who was it that swore up and down they’d never be a simp?"
Wang Dahe: "…"
"See?" Luo Yuan clapped him on the shoulder, tone dripping with schadenfreude. "Never say never. Karma’s a bitch."
Wang Dahe seethed but had no retort.
This time, he’d been the fool.
"Luo Yuan, where’s Xuan?" Wang Dahe asked, puzzled.
It wasn’t like him to miss out on a chance to tease his bro.
"Lin Xuan?" Luo Yuan shrugged. "Boss Su showed up earlier. Probably with her now."
"Boss Su? Why’s she here?" Wang Dahe frowned.
"No idea," Luo Yuan admitted. "But why not go see for ourselves?"
"Let’s go find him."
As they reached the door, Cheng Da and Cheng Er appeared, blocking their way.
"You two can’t go in," Cheng Da said firmly.
"Why not?" Luo Yuan asked, confused.
Wang Dahe suddenly turned to Luo Yuan. "What happened when Boss Su arrived earlier?"
"She came in, found Lin Xuan, and kicked me out. No clue after that," Luo Yuan replied. "Why?"
Wang Dahe thought of the dark circles often under Lin Xuan’s eyes.
If Boss Su and Xuan were…
He exhaled in relief. Thank god the bodyguards stopped them. Disturbing Boss Su’s… mood would be disastrous.
"Let’s not bother the lovebirds. They’re probably sleeping. We should get some rest too."
He dragged Luo Yuan away.
Inside the room, the air was still thick with a sweet, lingering scent.
Su Hua lay lazily against Lin Xuan’s chest. "A-Xuan, look at this."
She handed him a file on Wang Shiyun.
Lin Xuan scanned the contents on his phone—and nearly facepalmed.
How could he have forgotten? He had Su Hua. All he needed was to ask her to dig up dirt on Wang Shiyun and show Wang Dahe the proof.
With this evidence, even the most lovesick fool would see Wang Shiyun for the player she was.
Damn it. All that scheming for nothing.
Su Hua traced a slender finger down his chest. "So, A-Xuan, remember—these women only want you for your money."
"I know," Lin Xuan nodded.
He knew it all too well.
In his past life, when he was broke, Qin Ruoyao had looked down on him. Now that he was rich, she came crawling back.
Gold diggers were everywhere.
Suddenly, Su Hua bit his neck.
Satisfaction curled her lips as she admired the mark she’d left.
"A-Xuan, remember this."
Her voice was possessive, commanding.
"You’re mine. If I catch another woman touching you…"
A dark promise laced her words.
"I’ll lock you up where no one else can find you."
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.
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
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?"
