Weekend.
At the Jiang Family Villa.
Yu Wan'er, having just finished breakfast, sat by the floor-to-ceiling window, wearing only a white spaghetti-strap nightgown. The adorable bear-themed pajamas that Sister Yao Yao had bought for her had already met their tragic end.
Her short legs were bare, and her small feet were fair and smooth, with toes as round and delicate as fine art. If not for the occasional blink of her eyelashes, one might have mistaken her for a lifelike doll.
[No, I can't keep going on like this. I'm turning into a complete waste.]
Yu Wan'er could clearly feel herself becoming more and more useless.
[No, Sister Yao Yao, you have to come soon.]
She felt she had to do something. Ever since that afternoon when she parted ways with Ye Mengyao, she hadn't exchanged a single word with her online.
She was too embarrassed. After all, she had stolen her best friend's man. Even though Sister Yao Yao seemed to be quite forgiving, Yu Wan'er still felt too ashamed to face her.
After much deliberation, she finally sent Ye Mengyao a message.
[Sister Yao Yao, I miss you.]
Ye Mengyao replied instantly!
[My dear Wan'er, what's wrong? Has Jiang Che been bullying you these past few days?]
[Sister Yao Yao, he hasn't been bullying me. I just miss you...]
[Wan'er, wait for me. I'll be there soon.]
Just as Yu Wan'er secretly sought external help, Jiang Che walked up to her.
"What are you thinking about?"
He no longer used his "Heart-Reading" skill to eavesdrop on Yu Wan'er's thoughts. After all, knowing everything would take away a lot of the fun.
Especially with Yu Wan'er, this little loli. You could never guess what was going on in her mind. The unknown was always the most intriguing.
"I called Sister Yao Yao over," Yu Wan'er said, lowering her head after speaking.
"Then I'll have Aunt Chen prepare more food for lunch."
Jiang Che reached out and ruffled Yu Wan'er's fluffy little head. Petting her was even more addictive than petting a cat.
"Stop touching my head! I won't grow taller if you do!"
Yu Wan'er bared her teeth at Jiang Che, her tiny fangs looking quite menacing.
"Pfft... You're already 19. You've already developed everything you're going to. You'll probably never break 4'11" in your lifetime."
What's wrong with being an adorable, legal loli?
Jiang Che had hit a nerve. Yu Wan'er absolutely hated it when people called her short.
"So what if I'm short now? Who says I can't grow taller? Haven't you heard the saying, 'You can still grow in your early twenties, and even more in your mid-twenties'?"
Jiang Che coughed lightly, glancing down at Yu Wan'er, and teased, "I doubt it!"
"Jiang Che, you pervert! Get lost!"
Yu Wan'er felt like she had the worst luck in the world to have met Jiang Che, and to have ended up on his "ship of doom."
Jiang Che, looking at the little loli who was now fuming, felt incredibly pleased with himself.
......
After teasing Yu Wan'er, Jiang Che headed out.
He was going to pick someone up. But who?
Of course, it wasn't Ye Mengyao. It was Qin Qiaoqiao.
Qin Qiaoqiao had made a deal with her parents. During the week, she was a good girl, living with her parents while attending school. But on weekends, she would go to see her senior, Jiang Che.
Yu Wan'er was at home!
Ye Mengyao was likely coming over for lunch, and Qin Qiaoqiao was on her way too.
...
They say money nurtures people, and that's certainly true.
Jiang Che drove his Maybach, enjoying the breeze and smoking a cigarette, feeling utterly relaxed.
He arrived at the entrance of Qin Qiaoqiao's residential complex.
The high-end Maybach pulled up to the gates of Qin Qiaoqiao's neighborhood, but as soon as he reached the security booth... he couldn't hold back his laughter.
"Hey, security, open the gate!"
No mistake!
The security guard at the gate was none other than... Chen Hao!
This guy had been fired from his job as a school security guard, then worked as a security guard at Gu Lingfei's Company, only to have his position taken by Su Han. And now, he had somehow ended up as a security guard at Qin Qiaoqiao's residential complex.
Was this guy obsessed with being a security guard or something?
"It's you again?"
The moment Chen Hao saw Jiang Che, his blood boiled.
Why did he have to run into him again?
"Hey, old man, can you hurry up and open the gate? I'm here to pick up my girlfriend!"
Hearing the word "girlfriend," Chen Hao grew even angrier.
Qin Qiaoqiao was the one he had his eyes on first. The only reason he had taken this job as a security guard in this neighborhood was to be closer to her.
The highlight of his day was waiting for Qin Qiaoqiao to leave for school in the morning and return in the evening, just so he could catch a glimpse of her.
"No! You're not a resident of this complex. I can't let you in!"
Chen Hao stood his ground. He had been pushed around by this guy too many times. It was time to stand up for himself.
Before Jiang Che could say anything, a cheerful voice called out from a distance.
"Senior Jiang Che!"
Qin Qiaoqiao naturally recognized Jiang Che's Maybach, especially with its bold license plate number: 99999.
Jiang Che got out of the car and looked toward Qin Qiaoqiao.
Qin Qiaoqiao was accompanied by Wang Lili and Qin Shou. Seeing their daughter throw herself into Jiang Che's arms, their faces darkened.
Although they had already made an agreement with their daughter, seeing this scene still made their hearts ache.
"Qiaoqiao, slow down..."
But Qin Qiaoqiao couldn't care less. With her backpack still on, she leaped into Jiang Che's arms, clinging to him like a koala.
She sniffed at Jiang Che's chest like a puppy. For a girl deeply in love, being apart for over a week was pure torture.
What's more, she knew very well that Jiang Che wasn't just hers—there was also Ye Mengyao... So she often lay awake at night, secretly stewing in jealousy under the covers.
Wang Lili was annoyed just looking at Jiang Che, but there was nothing she could do. After all, her daughter had depression. If she wasn't allowed to see Jiang Che, who knew what dangerous things she might do?
Qin Shou grabbed Wang Lili's arm. "Let it go. Let's head back home."
Wang Lili was furious, but all she could do was vent her frustration helplessly.
Meanwhile, Chen Hao couldn't sit still. Jiang Che had come to Qin Qiaoqiao's home to pick her up.
"Uncle, Auntie, aren't you going to do something? Jiang Che is practically stepping all over you!"
Wang Lili frowned and glanced at Chen Hao.
She had been keeping a close eye on her daughter lately, personally driving her to and from school every day. Naturally, she knew about this security guard's inappropriate feelings for her Qiaoqiao.
Jiang Che stealing Qiaoqiao away was one thing, but who the hell did this guy think he was?
A mere security guard, daring to covet her daughter?
"None of your business! Just do your job and guard the gate."
Chen Hao: "......"
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.
't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.
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.”
lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...
