On the other side of the ocean, Kong Huaijin and her two sisters were indulging in a full-body spa treatment.
"I heard Zhou Yi is coming back the day after tomorrow. Aren’t you excited?" Yang Yue teased Kong Huaijin with a playful grin.
Kong Huaijin raised an eyebrow. "Where did you hear that?"
Yang Yue took a sip of her drink. "Xiao He told me. Honestly, you’re such an unreliable sister."
Kong Huaijin chuckled. "I already knew his return date from Zhou Yi himself, so I didn’t need to ask Xiao He."
"That just proves you haven’t been chatting with Xiao He—too busy talking to your precious Zhou Yi instead."
The woman who said this was another close friend of Kong Huaijin’s.
She was the one who had given Kong Huaijin advice when she first tried to pursue Zhou Yi. Her name was Su Tong.
Yang Yue nodded in agreement. "Tongtong’s got a point. Ever since she met Zhou Yi, his name is all she talks about."
Before, Kong Huaijin’s conversations mostly revolved around making money, building her career, or Kong Xiaohe.
Kong Huaijin brushed off her friends’ teasing. Even if they called her lovestruck, she didn’t mind.
"You just don’t understand—he’s genuinely a good person."
"Love is blind. Right now, you think everything about him is perfect."
Su Tong lazily peeled off her face mask, stood up, and slipped out of her robe before stepping into the pool. Her graceful curves shimmered beneath the water.
Leaning against the edge of the pool, she asked, "So, how far have things progressed between you two? Does he have feelings for you?"
Kong Huaijin frowned. "I don’t know if he likes me or not. What if I’m just deluding myself?"
Su Tong pressed further. "When you confessed your feelings, how did he respond?"
Kong Huaijin sighed. "What else could he say? ‘Let’s just be friends for now.’ He’s so innocent—afraid of getting hurt by me. Maybe young guys are just more cautious about relationships. Not like me, an old house on fire, desperate to jump into something serious."
Su Tong arched an eyebrow. That line of reasoning... sounded eerily familiar.
It was as if every word had come straight out of her own playbook.
Suspicious, she remarked, "Is Zhou Yi... maybe a player?"
Kong Huaijin shook her head. "Relax, he blushes all the way to his ears if I even kiss him. What kind of player does that?"
Su Tong still felt something was off.
"Last time I helped him, he said he’d treat me to dinner when he gets back. How do I make sure he falls for me? Tongtong, you know men better—give me some advice."
"Hmm... You’ve already shown him your strong, assertive side. Now it’s time to reveal a softer, more feminine side. Let him see the contrast."
"But how do I do that? Just by acting cute? I’ve tried that before, and it didn’t seem very effective."
Kong Huaijin felt like Zhou Yi wasn’t particularly swayed by that approach.
Was her acting cute not soft enough, or was her image too domineering?
To be fair, it wasn’t entirely Kong Huaijin’s fault. When it came to feminine charm, You Man had already mastered it to perfection.
And as for acting cute, nearly every woman around Zhou Yi knew how to do it.
Kong Huaijin wasn’t naturally that type of person, so forcing herself to act that way felt unnatural.
"Maybe I should change my hairstyle. This short cut doesn’t exactly scream ‘feminine.’"
She touched her short hair self-consciously.
Su Tong shook her head. "That’s not the issue. Short hair can still be feminine. The problem is that you sometimes come across as too distant."
She continued, "You can keep the short hair—even wear a black suit—but you need to show vulnerability and femininity in other ways."
Now intrigued, Kong Huaijin sat up and looked at Su Tong with eager curiosity. "Teach me, then."
Su Tong gave an example. "Perfume."
"Perfume is a great tool for conveying emotion and setting an intimate mood."
"For instance, when he comes back and you two go out to eat, the weather will be a bit chilly. Wear something light on purpose. If he’s considerate enough to offer you his jacket, your perfume will linger on it."
"Choose a feminine scent—preferably something strong and long-lasting, so the fragrance clings to his clothes for hours."
"If you do it right, he might even associate that perfume with you from then on."
Su Tong smirked. She had used this trick many times—it never failed to work on men.
Su Tong herself exuded natural femininity, so these tactics came easily to her.
Kong Huaijin had never explored such things before.
Who knew perfume could be so strategic?
"Tongtong, recommend me a perfume. I’ll stick to that one scent—make sure he thinks of me every time he smells it."
Su Tong suggested three options, letting Kong Huaijin pick her favorite.
"What else? I can change my wardrobe too. I only wore suits for convenience—it’s not like I actually love them."
"Honestly, your figure is amazing. Try a purple blouse with a black pencil skirt, or a fitted dress that cinches at the waist. And your short hair is actually a great asset—if you add a pair of rimless glasses, you’d be pure temptation in motion."
Kong Huaijin blushed at the description.
Su Tong wasn’t wrong.
Kong Huaijin’s features were striking, especially her slightly upturned, phoenix-like eyes.
They naturally gave off an authoritative, no-nonsense vibe when she wasn’t smiling.
So even if she dressed in a sweet, innocent style, it wouldn’t look cheap—her innate elegance balanced out any overt flirtation.
Paired with her face, it was the kind of look that sparked a desire to conquer. And let’s not forget—she was a CEO.
Men didn’t just adore delicate flowers—women who were too easy to win lost their appeal.
Kong Huaijin should have been hitting all the right notes.
She just hadn’t known how to leverage her strengths before.
Su Tong stepped out of the pool and draped an arm over Kong Huaijin’s shoulder with a grin.
"If I were a man, I’d want to conquer a woman like you."
Kong Huaijin sighed. "But Zhou Yi isn’t that kind of man. Maybe he’s immune to these tricks. Maybe sincerity would work better?"
Su Tong burst out laughing. "Sincerity alone isn’t enough when chasing someone—especially men. It’s not the ultimate weapon. Strategy is."

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!"

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.”

] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"

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."