The three people in the hospital room all turned to look at Little Jia.
Qu Yin sensed the awkward atmosphere and chuckled, saying, "Ah, Little Jia is here. It's been a while since I last saw you, my dear."
Little Jia glanced at Zhou Yi as she passed by, then crouched beside Qu Yin's bed with a sweet smile. "You look much better now! Brother Zhou is really amazing."
After exchanging a few pleasantries with Qu Yin, Little Jia noticed Qu Hongzhuo signaling Zhou Yi to leave quickly.
Zhou Yi lowered his eyes with a faint smile and turned to go, but Little Jia immediately spun around as if she had sensed something.
"Brother Zhou, are you still coming to my place tonight? I’ve already had everything prepared at home. You’re not backing out, are you?"
"Next time. I already made plans with a friend today."
In front of the Qu family, Zhou Yi didn’t outright refuse, but Little Jia was still upset.
She walked over and looped her arm through his, putting on a sugary sweet tone as she cooed,
"What friend could be so important? Why not bring them along? It’s just an extra pair of chopsticks, right?"
Her deathly sweet smile seemed to drop the room’s temperature by three degrees.
Zhou Yi didn’t shake her off, only sighing helplessly. "It’s a teammate from a competition. We need to discuss some things. I doubt you’d find it interesting, Little Jia."
With wide, innocent eyes, she pouted. "Not at all! I want to know everything about you, Brother Zhou. I’m so bored at home—why don’t you take me with you? I promise I won’t disturb you. Please?"
Her youthful appearance, paired with her soft, pleading voice, made it hard to refuse.
Before Zhou Yi could respond, his phone rang.
Little Jia snatched it from him before he could react. The caller ID read: Xie Tingwan.
Never one to play fair, Little Jia answered in a sickly sweet voice, "Hello?"
"Yi, I’ve arrived at—" Xie Tingwan paused, hearing the unfamiliar feminine voice. "Did I dial the wrong number? Who is this?"
Zhou Yi reached for his phone, but Little Jia smirked and tapped the speaker button.
"Brother Zhou, it’s for you. Is this the friend you’re having dinner with?"
Xie Tingwan frowned but stayed silent, waiting for Zhou Yi to speak.
"Tingwan, wait for me downstairs at the hospital. I’ll be right down."
"Yi, who is this girl...?"
As a woman who had feelings for Zhou Yi, Xie Tingwan couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy. If this girl had his phone, their relationship couldn’t be simple.
[Xie Tingwan’s Affection Points +3]
Women were prone to jealousy—the more they cared, the easier it was to provoke possessiveness.
Little Jia had successfully stirred that instinct in Xie Tingwan.
"Sis, I’m Brother Zhou’s cousin. He promised to visit my place tonight, but now he’s ditching me for you. Can I come along? Please?"
Her voice turned even more saccharine, making Xie Tingwan assume she was just a clingy high schooler. She exhaled slowly.
A cousin? That wasn’t so bad.
It wasn’t unusual for a little sister to be attached to her older brother. Still, when had Zhou Yi mentioned having relatives in City A?
But now wasn’t the time to dwell on it. She forced a gentle tone. "Well... sure, that’s fine."
Though disappointed about losing her alone time with Zhou Yi, she couldn’t outright reject the girl.
Qu Hongzhuo and Qu Yin didn’t dare breathe too loudly. If Little Jia threw a tantrum, Ma Yunfang would be next—and neither of them wanted to deal with that.
They stayed silent, pretending to be invisible.
Zhou Yi grabbed his phone and headed for the elevator, Little Jia trailing behind him like a shadow.
"What do you want, Little Jia? I’m not your toy. Stop following me."
"No. Either you come to my place tonight, or I’m tagging along to dinner. Your choice."
"Why? I don’t understand why you’re doing this."
"No reason~ You treated me so badly yesterday, and I didn’t even get mad. I even came to the hospital to see you, only for you to break your promise and run off with another woman."
"I never promised you anything."
"Well, I say you did. Either you agree, or I’ll have you and that woman dragged to my place. And you know I can do it."
Little Jia wasn’t bluffing. She absolutely would.
She was even more unhinged than Gong Zi—spoiled rotten, with zero regard for rules or consequences.
Zhou Yi sighed. If she insisted on forcing her way in, what could he do?
"Fine. But behave yourself in front of my friend."
"Oh? Seems like you really care about her."
Zhou Yi didn’t respond. Soon, they stepped out of the hospital.
Xie Tingwan stood beside a Porsche, her smile fading the moment she spotted Little Jia beside Zhou Yi.
It’s her?
How could it be her?
There’s no way she’s his cousin!
"Tingwan, sorry for making you wait."
"So this is Brother Zhou’s friend? So pretty! Do you have a boyfriend, sis? I know tons of hot guys—I could introduce you!"
Little Jia put on her most innocent act, sizing up Xie Tingwan. Instantly, Xie Tingwan’s guard went up.
Xie Tingwan was stunning—not just conventionally pretty, but breathtakingly beautiful even in silence.
The two women were polar opposites in their allure.
Xie Tingwan knew right away: this girl was no cousin.
"Ah, Little Jia. Long time no see."
"You’ve met me before?"
"At a banquet two months ago. You probably don’t remember."
Little Jia stared, still drawing a blank.
Zhou Yi was surprised Xie Tingwan recognized her, but in City A’s elite circles, it wasn’t unusual for people to cross paths at events.
Zhou Yi glanced between them. "You two know each other?"
The women locked eyes—neither was the type to back down.
From the moment they met, Xie Tingwan and Little Jia were already at odds.
Hearing Little Jia’s sickly sweet "sis" act, Xie Tingwan—no naive flower herself—responded with a gentle yet pointed tone:
"Of course. Everyone calls Little Jia the ‘Walking Treasure Vault.’ So many people dream of visiting her home."
She smiled, seemingly praising Little Jia, but the underlying jab was clear: Little Jia was known for inviting men over.
In their circles, it was an open secret. She was infamous for her lavish spending—and her terrible temper.
Xie Tingwan then blinked innocently with a playful smile and added, "Besides, isn’t Little Jia already 26 this year? I’m only 20—shouldn’t I be calling you ‘Big Sister Jia’ instead?"
At this, Little Jia raised an eyebrow. Was she being challenged?
Good.
It had been a long time since she’d met a woman so reckless.
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
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.”
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, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
