Hearing the system's notification about the increase in affection points, Zhou Yi smirked. He knew Jiang Ruolan wanted to hear this.
Zhou Yi's tender, lingering voice came through the phone, making Jiang Ruolan's heart skip a beat.
Zhou Yi actually said he missed her...
It had been so many days since she last saw him. Aside from work matters, she never disturbed him.
She could only catch glimpses of him through the news—his award wins, his piano performances that captivated the world, the praise he received from countless influential figures.
Yet, the distance between them seemed to grow wider.
Zhou Yi was too extraordinary, so much so that he felt unreachable. She had convinced herself there was no chance between them.
But now, he said he missed her—giving Jiang Ruolan an unrealistic glimmer of hope.
077: "Host, Jiang Ruolan's affection points for you have maxed out."
Zhou Yi: "I know."
Her affection had already been on the verge of peaking before, but Zhou Yi's words now planted illusions in her mind.
She thought she held a special place in his heart.
Still, she stepped into this inescapable quagmire without hesitation.
For women like her, Zhou Yi was a swamp—once you stepped in, there was no way out. You’d only sink deeper.
"I miss you too, A-Yi."
Jiang Ruolan smiled, twirling a strand of hair around her finger, betraying her emotions—excitement, happiness.
"Wait for me to come back, Ruolan."
"Okay."
For a moment, Jiang Ruolan felt like Zhou Yi's girlfriend.
Or perhaps, a secret lover hidden from the light.
But she chose to believe the better version.
After hanging up, Jiang Ruolan immediately began contacting ship crews, filtering through those capable of long-distance voyages.
Zhou Yi hoped to find the treasure on Wagner Island soon. If it turned out to be fake, it would only cost him some money.
But if it was real, he’d not only gain immense wealth but also surprise Daisy with the news.
If Daisy knew it was true, she’d be overjoyed.
With Jiang Ruolan's affection maxed out, Zhou Yi checked his stats panel again:
[Name: Zhou Yi]
[Level: Lv62 (Diamond)]
[Wealth: ¥5,699,870,000 (Billionaire Next Door)]
[Appearance: 100 (Unmatched)]
[Combat: 100 (Unrivaled)]
[IQ: 200 (Genius)]
[Reputation: 93 (Global Fame)]
[Attribute Points: 8,776,000]
[Mission Progress Panel]
[Xia Qiuzhi's Regret Points: 100]
[Chu Han's Regret Points: 100]
[Su Ning's Regret Points: 100]
[Comeback Progress: 95]
[Affection Points Earned: 15,698,000]
[Admirers: 2 (B-Tier: You Man / S-Tier: Jiang Ruolan)]
[Achievement Unlocked: Underdog Turned Master Player]
[Acquired Skills/Items: Photographic Memory / Advanced Medicine / Star of Arts]
[Current Ranking: 3,358]
[System Shop: Unlocked]
Thanks to his recent awards, Zhou Yi’s fame skyrocketed both domestically and internationally, especially after his piano performance video went viral, earning him countless admirers.
His wealth had also reached staggering heights, and his attribute and affection points surged.
Now, spending attribute points didn’t faze him.
Zhou Yi still had several accumulated lottery draws left unused—who knew what skills he might land next?
Daisy woke up at noon.
Blinking drowsily, she saw Zhou Yi sitting by her bed, sunlight casting a halo around him.
She hadn’t dreamed of him as she’d hoped, but now, reality felt like a dream.
Tentatively, she reached out.
"Brother?"
She called softly.
Zhou Yi turned to her, smiling with the same tenderness as in her dreams. "Daisy, did you sleep well?"
His gentleness always blurred the lines between dream and reality for her.
"Am I dreaming, brother...?"
"Don’t be silly. This isn’t a dream. Did you dream about something last night?"
Daisy paused, then pressed Zhou Yi’s hand against her cheek, her gaze full of longing. "I dreamed of you."
Zhou Yi feigned surprise. "What did you dream? Did we go to China together?"
Daisy smiled softly. "Yes. I dreamed we went to that place where it’s always spring. It was so beautiful, brother—I didn’t want to wake up."
She didn’t mention dreaming of their wedding, afraid it might push him away.
"When you come back with me, the dream will come true."
Daisy lowered her eyes, her expression dimming.
She changed the subject.
"Brother, I’m a little hungry."
"Let’s go eat then. Get changed—I’ll wait outside."
He seemed utterly proper, showing no ulterior motives.
Zhou Yi stood by the door, waiting.
Once dressed, Daisy immediately slipped her hand into his.
"Brother, hold my hand. I don’t want to get lost."
Her small, soft hand fit perfectly in his. Zhou Yi chuckled. "Daisy, you’re still such a child."
Daisy froze—those were the exact words he’d said in her dream, even his expression the same.
[Daisy’s Affection Points +2]
"In front of brother, I’ll always be a child. Because you’ll spoil me."
"Good. Stay just like this. I like it—you can always be a kid with me."
Zhou Yi patted her head and led her downstairs.
Daisy was still stunned.
She’d tested the waters with the words from her dream, and Zhou Yi had responded identically.
Outside the hotel, Zhou Yi adjusted her collar. "It’s chilly today—windy."
Daisy suddenly felt like crying.
It was as if they’d lived decades together.
In reality, they’d only known each other a few days, yet this Zhou Yi felt identical to the one she’d loved for years in her dreams.
Noticing her distress, Zhou Yi bent down. "Why are your eyes and nose red? Are you unwell?"
She forced a smile, her voice thick. "It’s nothing. Just cold—the wind stung my eyes."
Daisy sniffed, holding back tears.
Even as they welled up, she refused to let them fall.
She couldn’t explain this to Zhou Yi.
Tugging his sleeve, she whispered,
"Brother, can I ask a small favor?"
"Go ahead."
"Will you take wedding photos with me?"
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
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.”
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?"
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."
