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Ma Yunfang carried herself with an air of dignified grace. Even with the wrinkles on her face, one could tell she must have been quite the beauty in her youth.
Tall and exuding the bold temperament of a northern woman, her voice was deep and powerful—nothing like the delicate, timid tones of a pampered socialite.
The moment Qu Hongzhuo saw Ma Yunfang, his stern expression softened, and his tone gentled.
"Darling, this is Dr. Zhou Yi, here to treat Dad. He’ll be staying with us for a while—could you prepare a room for him later?"
"Zhou Yi, this is Auntie Ma."
Ma Yunfang’s eyes lit up as she stepped closer to scrutinize Zhou Yi.
"My, what a handsome young man! And a doctor, no less. Zhou Yi, are you seeing anyone?"
Qu Hongzhuo sighed, rubbing his forehead before shooting Zhou Yi a look—likely signaling him to find a polite way to decline.
Was Qu Hongzhuo... a little henpecked?
Zhou Yi offered a warm smile. "Hello, Auntie Ma. My name is Zhou Yi. As for a relationship... I haven’t really thought about it yet."
He flashed a bashful grin, perfectly playing the part of a shy college student.
Just like any matchmaking auntie in real life, Ma Yunfang immediately launched into a lively spiel, eager to set him up with someone.
Qu Hongzhuo had already instructed his assistant to fetch the medicine, so the three of them sat in the hallway chatting.
When Ma Yunfang excused herself to make tea, Qu Hongzhuo explained, "Your Auntie Ma doesn’t get many visitors, so she tends to get a little overexcited. Don’t mind her."
Zhou Yi couldn’t help but ask, "The two of you... don’t have children?"
Qu Hongzhuo smiled wistfully. "We had a son once. He passed away at ten. If he’d lived, he’d probably be around your age now."
Zhou Yi frowned and apologized, but Qu Hongzhuo just waved it off, quickly changing the subject.
When Ma Yunfang returned with tea, she asked curiously, "Zhou Yi, you’re so young—can you really treat illnesses? Will Dad make it through this winter?"
"Zhou Yi says he can live another two or three years. This kid’s got talent."
Ma Yunfang looked surprised. "Two or three years? Zhou Yi, you shouldn’t make promises you can’t keep. If it doesn’t work out, Old Qu has a terrible temper—he’ll curse you out."
Straightforward as ever, she assumed Zhou Yi was exaggerating to save face and kindly warned him against it.
Zhou Yi chuckled. "It’s true, Auntie Ma. Don’t worry."
Ma Yunfang burst into laughter and plopped down beside him, pulling out her phone to flip through an album of young women’s photos.
"This one in white was my former student—very gentle personality."
"This one’s the daughter of an old friend. She studied abroad and is still single."
"And this one in pink is my niece. What do you think? Pretty, right? Hmph, Little Jia’s got a bit of a temper, but she’s not a bad person."
Qu Hongzhuo sighed and tugged her arm. "Stop meddling in Zhou Yi’s love life. He’s only a sophomore—these women are all older than him. It’s not a good fit."
Ma Yunfang glared. "What do you know? ‘An older wife brings fortune,’ haven’t you heard? Besides, a catch like Zhou Yi would be snatched up in the dating scene in no time. There’s no such thing as ‘not a good fit.’"
"Our Little Jia isn’t lacking either! Back in the day, she’d have been a noblewoman. Look how pretty she is—and her hips are perfect for bearing children."
Zhou Yi nearly choked on his tea.
Internally, he marveled at Auntie Ma’s unfiltered boldness.
Perhaps because she favored her niece, Ma Yunfang added Zhou Yi on WeChat and sent him Little Jia’s contact.
"My niece’s name is Aisin-Gioro Little Jia. Our family were nobles back in the day—you wouldn’t be losing out with her, Zhou Yi."
Qu Hongzhuo scoffed. "The Qing Dynasty’s been gone for ages. Stop flaunting that ‘nobility’ nonsense."
Ma Yunfang huffed and rolled her eyes before launching into a proud recount of her family history.
Given her marriage to Qu Hongzhuo, her background was anything but ordinary.
Her ancestors were Qing Dynasty princes—if titles still held, she truly would have been a noblewoman.
Her family was influential, though she disliked the surname Aisin-Gioro and had changed it to Ma.
Her younger brother’s family now lived in a princely estate in City A, where any single artifact from their collection could fetch a fortune.
When she married Qu Hongzhuo, the dowry procession stretched for miles, with hundreds of chests of treasures in tow.
To her, the coveted courtyard homes others envied were no different from rural houses.
After hearing all this, Zhou Yi mused that if Little Jia really looked as stunning as her photo, getting to know her might not be so bad.
Still, he hesitated before adding her on WeChat.
What if this was all just Auntie Ma’s wishful thinking? He’d look like a fool.
Besides, he was busy lately—he’d deal with it later.
While Zhou Yi brushed it off, Ma Yunfang took it seriously.
The moment he left to brew medicine, she video-called Little Jia.
"Hello?"
A lazy, melodic voice answered. The screen revealed an exceptionally beautiful woman—Little Jia herself.
"Auntie, are you coming home for dinner?"
"It’s not about dinner. Little Jia, come over tonight. I’ve got a handsome guy to introduce you to."
"Auntie, who’s the unlucky guy this time? If it’s just dinner, fine. If it’s a setup, I’m not coming."
"Come on, trust me! This one’s seriously good-looking. If he’s not, I’ll never play matchmaker again."
"Really? How handsome? Handsomer than Third Cousin?"
"Your Third Cousin’s nothing! This guy’s not just handsome—he’s talented. He can cure Grandpa Qu’s illness, and he’s still in college. You like them young, right? A college boy’s young enough for you."
Little Jia sat up slightly from her reclined position, interest piqued. "A college student? Fine, since you’re so insistent, I’ll take a look. Dinner tonight?"
"Yes! I’ll be waiting. Dress nicely!"
"Sure thing, Auntie."
After hanging up, Little Jia smirked.
Then her gaze fell on the young man kneeling at her feet, and her expression soured.
She wrinkled her nose. "I told you to massage my legs, not tickle them. Are you useless? Pathetic freeloader."
She delivered a light kick—her feet pale and flawless, like carved jade.
The boy’s eyes lingered on them before he bowed his head. "Sorry, Sister Little Jia. I’ll practice more."
Little Jia smoothed her long, silky black hair, her eyes glinting with something dark.
"If you don’t improve, should I break your hands? They’re useless anyway."
The boy shuddered. "I won’t disappoint you. I’ll go learn right now."
Little Jia sneered. "Then get out. Did you think my money was that easy to take?"
The young man crawled out the door, and only then did Little Jia simmer down.
When Ma Yunfang sent Little Jia the photo of Zhou Yi brewing medicine, her eyes lit up.
Well, looks like a new toy has arrived.
transmigrates into the role of a villainous rich second-generation kid in an urban fantasy novel, and gets bound to a god-tier choice system. Right at the start, he catches the female lead stealing exam papers! This triggers the villain's choice options! [Choice 1: Pretend you didn't see anything] [Choice 2: Loudly call her out, drawing everyone's attention] [Choice 3: ...] And thus, a twisted villain is born. To avoid getting killed by the protagonist, he has no choice but to take down all the protagonists first. Jiang Che: Nobody understands being twisted better than me!
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.
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
