"I'll go back when I feel like it, but not for the auction. I'm going home."
"What? So you'd rather marry that old man from Y Country than pick a young noble here? Have you lost your mind?"
Daisy had already seen through Adel and those so-called nobles. With a despondent gaze fixed out the window, she murmured softly:
"Marrying anyone makes no difference—none of them are the one I love. Whether he's 60 or 20 changes nothing."
Adel never expected such words to come from Daisy's lips.
"Who on earth has brainwashed you? Do you really think I'd harm you?"
"You're the one who brainwashed me. To you, I'm just a gift, a pitiful stepping stone."
Adel tried to argue further, but Daisy cut him off.
"I will return, but not with you. And I'll tell Father everything you've done. Goodbye, Adel."
Adel frantically called out Daisy's name, but she had already hung up.
Staggering back in dismay, Adel muttered, "It's over..."
When Zhou Yi returned, Daisy was obediently sitting on the sofa watching TV.
Zhou Yi had bought medicine, band-aids, and some food—practically treating Daisy like his own daughter.
"Here, give me your foot."
Zhou Yi sat beside her, and Daisy rested her foot on his lap as he carefully applied the ointment.
"Ouch... it stings a little, Brother."
"Then I'll be gentler."
Zhou Yi blew softly on the injured spot.
Daisy, sucking on a lollipop, studied Zhou Yi intently.
"When are you going back, Brother?"
Zhou Yi glanced up with a smile. "Is Daisy eager to go home with me already?"
"Mm! I want to see the place where you grew up."
"My hometown is called Huaihai—just an ordinary city."
"That's okay. As long as you're there, Daisy will be happy."
"Soon, I'll be moving to the most bustling city in our country. There's a girl there who's quite interesting—maybe you'll become friends."
Zhou Yi suddenly thought of Little Jia.
She and Daisy seemed around the same age. Perhaps they'd hit it off.
Daisy daydreamed about the places Zhou Yi described. He had woven a beautiful dream for her, one she never wanted to wake from.
"So, which day exactly are you leaving?"
"In two days."
"Got it."
With only two days left, Daisy knew their time together was running short.
That night, Zhou Yi, for once, played the gentleman and let Daisy sleep on the other single bed.
But Daisy clung to him, refusing to let go—she insisted on sharing his bed.
Though Zhou Yi knew she meant nothing by it, he was no saint. Holding such a fragrant, soft beauty in his arms wasn't exactly easy to ignore.
"Daisy, I thought you hated men."
"You're Brother. You're different. They're all perverts—you're not."
Zhou Yi: I am too...
He scooted aside, but Daisy followed, determined to stay close.
Zhou Yi hadn't expected Daisy to be this clingy. It was sweet torture.
Finally, he wrapped an arm around her and pulled her into his embrace.
"Alright, sleep now."
"Brother, tell me a fairy tale? I want to hear one."
"How about this—you tell me an adventure story first, then I'll tell you The Little Mermaid."
Zhou Yi's "adventure story" could only be about Wagner Island. His motives weren't exactly pure.
But Daisy didn't notice—boys liking adventure tales was normal.
She'd never heard The Little Mermaid before, so she agreed eagerly.
Her mother had told her the Wagner Island story many times, so Daisy recounted it flawlessly.
Zhou Yi memorized every detail. Once back, he'd send someone to investigate that place.
After finishing, Daisy blinked up at him. "Your turn, Brother. The Little Mermaid!"
This world's fairy tales differed from Zhou Yi's past life, so Daisy hadn't heard any of his versions.
He narrated three classics: Snow White, Cinderella, and The Little Mermaid.
"So the mermaid turned into foam? She didn't end up with the Prince..."
"Right. So don't blindly fall for someone or sacrifice everything for them."
"But isn't that what love is? People in love aren't rational. If you won't give, is it even real love?"
Zhou Yi met Daisy's clear eyes and found himself speechless.
For him, self-love always came first. Everyone else was secondary.
Daisy and Zhou Yi defined love differently.
Maybe he understood, but he'd never truly love someone the way Daisy described.
He'd never wholly loved anyone.
"Before loving others, learn to love yourself. Otherwise, you'll get hurt."
"Love makes you helpless. Love overrides logic."
Daisy said this with conviction.
Zhou Yi chuckled. "How would Daisy know? Have you fallen for someone?"
She hugged him tightly, muffling her voice. "Mom said so."
Perhaps she didn't fully grasp it either—but in Daisy's heart, Mom was always right.
Zhou Yi didn't argue, just patted her head soothingly. "Mm, your mom has a point."
But it's what foolish women do.
Like You Man and all his exes.
Smart women learned self-love.
"Sleep now. It's late. Tomorrow, I'll take you to the aquarium. Doesn't Daisy love the ocean?"
"Yes! I want to see dolphins~"
"Goodnight."
"Brother, where's my goodnight kiss?"
Daisy gazed at him expectantly. Zhou Yi felt he'd replaced her mother as the person she relied on most.
He kissed her forehead—pure, without a trace of desire.
"Goodnight, Daisy. Sweet dreams."
"Then you have to visit my dreams, Brother. That way, they'll be sweet."
Zhou Yi's heart melted.
He hummed softly, rubbing her back until she drifted off in his arms.
Watching her peaceful face, he asked his system:
"System, can you craft a dream for her?"
077: "What, finally grew a conscience?"
Zhou Yi: "No. I need her to dream of marrying me—to shift her view from 'brother' to 'man.'"
"I can't stay her 'brother' forever. My goal is to win her over, not play the saint."
077: "Thought you'd forgotten your mission."
Zhou Yi: "Name the price."
077: "Cheap. Just 10,000 attribute points."
Zhou Yi gritted his teeth. "Deal!"
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!"
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.
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."
