Daisy's pupils contracted rapidly.
How could this be!
Why did he have to pick this one!
Daisy could no longer dismiss the events of the past few days as mere coincidences or accidents.
She was convinced it was God's arrangement.
It had to be.
Zhou Yi was her destined one!
[Daisy's affection points increased by 10.]
Zhou Yi narrowed his eyes and asked, "How many affection points does Daisy have now?"
077 replied, "90. She's already in love with you."
Thanks to Zhou Yi's dream, Daisy had developed romantic feelings for him.
Before, she had only seen Zhou Yi as an older brother, as the salvation in her life—her affection had never reached the level of love.
But now, she had genuinely fallen for him.
If it had just been an ordinary dream, it might not have mattered. But everything in it aligned perfectly with reality.
The same words, the same wedding dress—how could she not love Zhou Yi?
This tactic might only work on Daisy, because her life desperately needed someone to love her.
Zhou Yi had become her only salvation, her only love.
One could say he had seized the perfect opportunity—timing, circumstances, and fate were all on his side.
Daisy stared blankly at the beautiful wedding dress, carefully running her fingers along its hem. "Brother, let's go with this one, okay? I love this one."
She looked at Zhou Yi, her gaze now identical to the one in her dream—overflowing with deep affection.
Daisy thought she was hiding it well, but such intense love was impossible to conceal.
Her eyes still carried a faint melancholy, the sorrow of unspoken love.
Zhou Yi affectionately ruffled Daisy's hair. "Alright, if Daisy likes this one, we'll take photos in it."
Daisy smiled. While they were getting their makeup done, both seated in front of the mirror, she casually asked him, as if joking:
"Brother, if I didn’t look like your late sister, would you still treat me this well?"
Zhou Yi paused for a moment, not answering immediately—that would have seemed too insincere.
He studied Daisy for a while before pretending to hesitate. "Daisy, I don’t know how to say this."
"At first, I did approach you because of that. But as we spent more time together, I could tell the difference between you and her. You’re not the same—you’re two separate people. I stopped seeing you as my sister a long time ago."
Daisy's heart raced. She asked eagerly, "Then what do you see me as now?"
She didn’t want Zhou Yi to keep associating her with his sister. She refused to be someone’s shadow.
Zhou Yi looked at her, his eyes seemingly filled with unspoken love.
In the end, he didn’t say it aloud, but Daisy understood his gaze.
He had fallen for her, just like in the dream.
"Daisy, when you told me you wanted to take wedding photos together, I should have refused. For a woman, this moment is one of the most important in her life. But I couldn’t say no to you. I’m a despicable man."
Daisy took his hand. "No, you’re not. I love that about you, Brother. Let’s just treat this as fulfilling a dream for me."
Zhou Yi smiled slowly. "Then I’ll buy you a ring later. Pick one you like, okay?"
Daisy was so moved she nearly cried. Without hesitation, she threw herself into Zhou Yi’s arms, tears of happiness streaming down her face.
In the mirror, the two embraced—but Zhou Yi’s eyes held little love. He would never love Daisy.
She was just another pitiful woman he had successfully "conquered."
The only shred of conscience he had was his intention to treat her better once they returned. Love, however, was something he could never give her.
Zhou Yi’s status was no longer ordinary. Even abroad, many people recognized him.
So instead of choosing crowded locations for the photoshoot, he opted for more secluded spots.
His excuse was to avoid Daisy’s brother—and she believed him.
They went to the beach, the forest, the zoo, and the aquarium—visiting many lesser-known but breathtakingly beautiful places.
Finally, they went to a church.
This was Daisy’s special request. She wanted to marry Zhou Yi for real, just like in her dream.
Under the witness of a priest, they exchanged rings and vowed to be together for life.
Daisy meant every word.
Zhou Yi did not.
When they kissed, Daisy’s affection points reached 95—just 5 points away from the maximum.
Would she become Zhou Yi’s first SSS-tier conquest?
The photos were ready quickly. Both of them were naturally photogenic, so the raw images were already stunning without much retouching.
The photographer and the studio had promised Zhou Yi that the photos would remain private—they had no right to share them without consent.
Daisy, dressed in her wedding gown, leaned against Zhou Yi’s chest, staring at her ring with a blissful smile.
She hadn’t chosen an expensive diamond ring—just an ordinary one, not wanting Zhou Yi to spend too much.
Unaware of his true status, she was still trying to save him money.
Despite its simplicity, Daisy treasured the ring as if it were priceless.
She wore it on a chain around her neck, close to her heart.
Engraved on it were two letters: ZY.
"Brother, are you leaving tomorrow night?"
"We’re leaving together. I bought your ticket. As for that place with eternal spring you wanted to visit—I’m already looking at houses there."
Daisy kissed Zhou Yi’s cheek. Flipping through their photos, she murmured, "I wonder who our child would take after."
Zhou Yi chuckled. "You, of course. You’re the most beautiful."
Daisy shook her head. "No, I hope they look like you. That way, seeing them would ease my longing when you’re away."
Her deep blue eyes were mesmerizing. For a fleeting moment, Zhou Yi was captivated—but he averted his gaze, focusing on the photos instead.
"Either way, as long as it’s yours, I’ll love them."
After leaving the studio, Daisy looked up at the sky. The weather had turned colder, the moon and stars hidden behind thick clouds.
"Brother, is it true that Chinese people look at the moon when they miss someone?"
"Where did you hear that, Daisy?"
She smiled. "In a dream."
"So you dreamed about me?"
Daisy’s eyes curved playfully, but she didn’t answer. Instead, she slipped her hand into his.
"That’s Daisy’s secret. Brother isn’t allowed to ask."
"Alright, I won’t. You must be hungry after all this shooting. Let’s get something to eat."
"But I’m not hungry at all. I just want to stay with you a little longer. Eating means I can’t talk to you… or kiss you."
Rarely acting spoiled, Daisy got her way. Zhou Yi walked with her through the night, his stomach empty but his mind elsewhere.
. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
reezy rom-com) Good news: Jiang Liu is quite the ladies' man. Bad news: He’s lost his memory. Lying in a hospital bed, Jiang Liu listens to a parade of goddesses spouting "absurd claims," feeling like the world is one giant game of Werewolf. "Jiang Liu, I’m your first love." "Jiang Liu, you’re my boyfriend—she’s your ex." "Jiang Liu, we’re close friends who’ve shared a bed, remember?" "Jiang Liu, I want to have your baby." The now-lucid Jiang Liu is convinced this must be some elaborate scam... until someone drops the bombshell: "The day before you lost your memory, you confessed your feelings—and got into a relationship." Jiang Liu is utterly baffled. So... who the hell is his actual girlfriend?! ... Before recovering his memories, Jiang Liu must navigate this minefield of lies and sincerity, fighting to protect himself from these women’s schemes. But things spiral even further out of control as more people show up at his doorstep—each with increasingly unhinged antics. On the bright side, the memories he lost due to overwhelming trauma seem to be resurfacing. Great news, right? So why are they all panicking now?
Heart] Chen Yi traversed the cultivation world for eight hundred years, charging his way to the Tribulation Transcendence stage. Just as he was outwitting his 81st Heavenly Tribulation to ascend to immortality, he was suddenly pulled into a chat group called the "Multiverse Transmigrators Support Group." To his surprise, the group was filled with nothing but fresh-faced newbies who had just transmigrated. [Help! I transmigrated into a disgraced concubine in the cold palace, and the tyrant emperor is about to execute me!] [I ended up as a cannon-fodder villain, and the protagonist is still chasing me—WTF!] [I woke up as the protagonist’s father, but I’m about to be sacrificed in a ritual! What do I do? Urgent!!!] Chen Yi stared at the chaotic flood of desperate pleas in the group and fell into deep thought. "Seriously? You drag me into a newbie transmigrator chat group… only after I’m one step away from becoming an immortal?"
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
