After a long silence, Long Aotian lightly tapped his beer bottle against Shen Mengjie's. "I'll drink with you, but just drinking is boring. From now on, for every extra sentence you say, I'll drink another bottle..."
Without waiting for Shen Mengjie's agreement, Long Aotian tipped his head back and downed the beer in his can in one go. He exhaled heavily, then cracked open another can and set it beside him, waiting quietly.
Shen Mengjie looked at him. "You're really something. You clearly look down on me, yet you do these inexplicable things."
Long Aotian didn’t respond. Instead, he picked up the beer in front of him and chugged it again.
"Hah..." He let out a long breath. The cool night breeze and two cans of beer in quick succession left him feeling even more alert.
"What do you even want? Do you think this is fun? Cool? That it’ll eventually move someone like me?"
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"Are you insane?"
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"Don’t you think someone like me is trash? Didn’t you say outright that people like me are boring? So what are you doing now?"
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"I told you I don’t need any pity. Don’t say this isn’t pity—if it weren’t, why would someone like you even sit here drinking with me?"
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Shen Mengjie stared blankly as Long Aotian kept drinking, one bottle after another.
Her beautiful phoenix eyes, usually so sharp, now glistened with a hazy sheen. The usual defiance in her demeanor was gone.
She cried. The floodgates burst open in an instant.
After finishing the last can, Long Aotian crushed it in his hand.
He knew why Shen Mengjie was crying. For the first time, he saw the vulnerability that should have been natural for a girl her age.
Even when he had confronted her about going to karaoke with other men, or dining out with them, she had always remained unshaken—arms crossed, smiling faintly, insisting she just enjoyed the thrill of being pursued...
Earlier, she had said that if their roles were reversed, she’d learn not to care either.
Long Aotian didn’t know her past, but he understood that what she needed now wasn’t comfort—it was an outlet.
In some ways, she reminded him of his own sidekick.
The difference was, his sidekick had never once given up. She kept climbing, climbing, until she finally spread her wings and soared.
Shen Mengjie, however, seemed to have already surrendered to life. She didn’t care if the men chasing her were rich or ordinary—she just savored the fleeting excitement.
Even if that excitement was short-lived.
Glancing at the last remaining beer, he discreetly slipped it into his jacket pocket.
"If you’re hurting, you should focus on finding the person behind all this. Though ‘clearing your name’ might not be the right phrase..."
The one spreading rumors about Shen Mengjie was likely the girlfriend of one of the guys pursuing her.
If that were the case, Long Aotian could almost understand.
But these things were never one-sided.
Both parties should bear the consequences—that would be fair.
If the guy had a girlfriend but still pursued Shen Mengjie without her knowing, then the backlash against her was too harsh.
On the other hand, if Shen Mengjie had known he had a girlfriend and still chased after what she called "excitement," then she deserved the criticism.
After listening to Long Aotian, Shen Mengjie shook her head. "I don’t even know if any of the guys chasing me have girlfriends."
"If they do, then they’re despicable."
"You’re not much better."
"But I have my limits. At least I wouldn’t accept advances from other guys if I had a boyfriend."
"That girl is just crazy—can’t control her own man, so she takes it out on me."
"I, Shen Mengjie, swear to heaven—if I like someone, I’ll go after them myself. But every single guy chasing me? They’re all just after my body..."
"So you think it’s fine to play around with them?"
"What if one day you meet someone you truly like, and they find out about all this? How can you be sure they won’t care?"
"The fun you’re indulging in now will come back to haunt you later..."
For once, Shen Mengjie didn’t argue back. She fumbled for words but couldn’t find any.
"And to answer your earlier question—you said I pity you. But the truth is the opposite. I don’t pity you at all."
"I came because I heard the rumors and saw your message."
"You asked me: ‘Was it you?’"
"Now I’m telling you clearly: It wasn’t."
Shen Mengjie lowered her gaze and whispered, "I know it wasn’t you. You wouldn’t do something like this."
"What should I do now?"
"If I were you, I’d track down the person who posted it and confront them."
"It takes two to tango. What you did wasn’t great, but if the guy had a girlfriend and still pursued you, leading to all this, then he should face the backlash too—not just you."
"Of course, that’s only if you didn’t know he had a girlfriend. If you knew, then finding them would just be embarrassing for you."
Shen Mengjie nodded, but soon deflated again. She stole a glance at Long Aotian, her eyes flickering with something unreadable, then asked softly, "How do I find them?"
"Did you use up all your brainpower figuring out how to juggle men?"
Shen Mengjie flushed, unable to meet his eyes. "I know I was wrong. Stop scolding me... okay?"
Her meek apology amused Long Aotian. If she’d realized earlier how messed up this was, none of it would’ve happened.
Maybe this was what the old folks meant when they said, "The pitiable have their own faults."
"First, remember that the internet isn’t lawless. If they did it, there’ll be traces. Of course, you can’t track it yourself, but professionals can—like computer experts."
"You’ll need to handle it discreetly. Pay someone to trace it, follow the clues, and you’ll find something."
Shen Mengjie stared at him for a long moment before finally saying, "Thank you."
"Don’t mention it. Clearing the air between us is what matters."

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."

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."

e vast world of cultivation, where he becomes the master of the Heavenly Ruins Sacred Hall, a dying old man with barely a tenth of his former cultivation remaining. He is immediately confronted with a deadly crisis: his subordinates have rebelled, and his protectors are forcing him to abdicate. At the critical moment, the system descends from the heavens: [Ding! The host has been detected facing a life-or-death crisis. The system is now officially activated!] [As a gift, you have received the Supreme Beginner’s Pack and awakened the ultimate cheat: ten thousand years of pure cultivation essence every second!] Yin Tianjue: “Wait… ten thousand years of cultivation every second? That’s six hundred thousand years a minute, and in one day… I can’t even calculate it. Either way, I’m already invincible!” You’re a peerless prodigy rarely seen in ten thousand years? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re an undying ancestor who has guarded a sacred land for countless ages? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re the strongest chosen one, blessed with heaven-defying destiny? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. From this day forth, I have only one thing to say: “I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. Now, how exactly are you supposed to deal with that?”

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.”