Qiangwei's appearance was strikingly beautiful, exuding both charm and a cool, confident aura, making heads turn wherever she went.
However, she was waiting for someone. Monkey had mentioned that a private car would come to pick her up.
Although she didn’t want to trouble others, she was indeed unfamiliar with Dragon Country. What if she got lost and couldn’t find Su Han?
Just as she was waiting, a young man approached her.
"Hello, beautiful. My name is Ye Chen..."
A young man in a white shirt walked up to Qiangwei with a smile.
But Qiangwei wasn’t interested in engaging with him. She disliked people who lacked a sense of boundaries.
Ye Chen, however, seemed unwilling to give up. And just then, another young man with a rebellious air appeared nearby.
"What are you doing? Bullying a young lady? Looks like you’re asking for a beating!"
"Miss, let me teach him a lesson for you. Remember, my name is Lin Feng."
Qiangwei: "......"
As everyone knows, the presence of a beauty tends to attract the so-called "chosen ones" of fate.
Ye Chen and Lin Feng started fighting, evenly matched, neither gaining the upper hand.
Soon, a luxurious Bentley pulled up, and the driver rolled down the window.
After double-checking, the driver asked, "Are you Miss Qiangwei?"
The girl blinked a couple of times, slightly confused. Though she had never ridden in a luxury car before, she still had a basic sense of recognition.
"Yes," she nodded.
"I’ve been sent by Mr. Jiang to pick you up."
The driver’s words made Qiangwei start to wonder.
This Mr. Jiang... was he her brother’s friend?
Since he was her brother’s friend, most of her worries dissipated. She got into the car without further hesitation.
Meanwhile, Ye Chen and Lin Feng, who were still fighting, were left dumbfounded. They paused and stared blankly as Qiangwei drove away.
For a moment, they felt as if they had been transported back to a circus.
...
Qiangwei arrived at the hotel in the driver’s car.
Throughout the journey, she was utterly amazed. The metropolis of Dragon Country was so vibrant and prosperous!
Although she was of pure Dragon Country descent, she had always lived abroad. This was her first time setting foot in Dragon Country, and she couldn’t help but marvel at how safe it felt compared to the chaos outside.
What kind of life had Qiangwei lived before?
How joyful could a mercenary’s life be? Living on the edge, facing danger almost every day—it was undoubtedly cruel for a young girl in the prime of her life.
It was precisely that perilous life that had shaped Qiangwei’s cold demeanor.
"Excuse me, who is this Mr. Jiang you mentioned?"
Qiangwei couldn’t help but ask.
The driver smiled and replied, "Mr. Jiang is humble, kind, and the son of Hangcheng’s richest man..."
The son of the richest man?
Qiangwei’s curiosity about the mysterious Mr. Jiang deepened. Since he was her brother’s old friend, he must be someone worthy of her respect.
When Qiangwei entered the hotel, she realized just how luxurious it was!
"Miss Qiangwei, you’ll be staying here for the time being. Don’t worry about accommodations—Mr. Jiang has already taken care of everything."
Qiangwei didn’t say anything. She wasn’t foolish; she could tell at a glance that this hotel wasn’t cheap.
The mysterious Mr. Jiang must be a close friend of her brother’s. Otherwise, why would he treat her so well?
Qiangwei was already starting to convince herself.
But she quickly remembered Su Han. According to Monkey, Su Han was not doing well. After her brother’s death, Su Han had become her only family.
"No, I need to find Su Han..."
Just as she was about to voice her thoughts, the hotel manager pushed a cart filled with an array of exquisite dishes, all prepared by top chefs.
"Miss Qiangwei, this is a special treat arranged by Mr. Jiang."
"Twenty-nine culinary masters from around the world have prepared this feast to ensure you experience the finest dining."
"Of course, this is just a small gesture from Mr. Jiang to honor his old friendship."
This seamless series of gestures caught Qiangwei completely off guard.
"This..."
Though she didn’t say much, deep down, she was genuinely touched. This level of meticulous care felt like a sudden transformation from an ugly duckling to a swan.
It was impossible not to be moved!
"Thank you. Please convey my gratitude to Mr. Jiang."
Moreover, Qiangwei was truly hungry. What young girl doesn’t love good food?
Especially desserts. This was the first time Qiangwei had experienced such princess-like treatment, and she couldn’t help but... indulge a little.
"Su Han... wait for me. I’ll rest for a couple of days, and then I’ll come find you."
The girl popped a small piece of cake into her mouth. The sweet cream melting on her tongue made her narrow her eyes slightly. She had absolutely no resistance to sweets.
"Miss Qiangwei, please enjoy your meal. Mr. Jiang has reserved the entire floor for you, so feel free to move around as you please."
"Mmm~ thank you," the girl mumbled, her mouth full.
Her frosty expression softened, revealing a hint of youthful charm.
She was starting to look forward to meeting the mysterious Mr. Jiang.
......
"Jiang Che, good morning!"
Ye Mengyao was in high spirits. Ever since her heart-to-heart with Jiang Che the previous day, her emotional burdens had lifted.
Jiang Che hadn’t abandoned her. He still had feelings for her, and this realization made her incredibly happy.
She no longer felt the same anxiety she had before. As long as she didn’t cause trouble, Jiang Che wouldn’t dislike her.
Looking back at her past self, Ye Mengyao now felt she had been too dramatic—playing both sides.
"Mmm~"
Jiang Che nodded, a faint smile on his lips.
"Get up, Wan'er!"
Ye Mengyao pulled the little girl, Yu Wan'er, who was still asleep, out of bed. The child was still groggy, drool trailing from the corner of her mouth.
"Good morning, Mengyao," she mumbled, her hair a messy tangle.
For most people, that would be called a bird’s nest, but for a little girl...
It was a kind of disheveled charm—understand?
After a quick breakfast, Jiang Che dropped them off at school.
Jiang Che had no interest in going to school anymore. The so-called "chosen ones" had been dealt with, and the "fated heroines" had all been claimed. What was the point of going to school?
When poor students skip class, it’s called truancy. When the rich do it, it’s called enriching their extracurricular life!
Jiang Che had already received a call from Monkey. Qiangwei, Su Han’s devoted admirer, had returned to the country.
Shouldn’t I stir up some trouble?
Besides, Jiang Che wasn’t short on money. Anything that could be solved with money wasn’t a problem, and 99% of the world’s problems could be solved with money!
ts me of treason?" "Correct. The host must return to the capital and gradually build up influence." "Wait—I have half a million soldiers, and you want me to go back to the capital to 'build influence'?" "Host, you are currently the Northern Garrison General, loyal to the Great Xia Dynasty." "Of course I am loyal to Great Xia! Absolutely loyal!" "But you keep referring to yourself as 'We'..." "Never mind the details! Summon all the regional commanders and military officers! We suspect treacherous officials are manipulating the court! They shall march with Us to the capital and purge the corrupt!" "......"
and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!
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.
Explosive Plot Song Gua crossed over into another world, bringing along a whole crew of his doppelgangers—all of them mischief-makers. This was a world where everyone could choose a class. Song Gua became a "Bondweaver," capable of borrowing power, while his doppelgangers took on a wide variety of classes, covering just about everything. The number of doppelgangers grew day by day, each one a talented individual with a charming way of speaking. Under Song Gua's brilliant leadership, they would "greet" each other daily and engage in friendly "sparring," pulling off one major scheme after another on Earth. Sometimes they were bandits—stealing bosses, plundering mines, snatching resources. Sometimes they were saviors—descending like divine warriors to face world bosses threatening to massacre cities. Sometimes they even went undercover, infiltrating various major factions to stir up trouble from within, keeping their enemies constantly on edge. To prevent their doppelganger abilities from being exposed, Song Gua made them wear masks with mahjong tile patterns and don Taoist robes in various colors. "Remember, in front of outsiders, call me 'The Dice.'" "Got it! Boss!" "Not 'Boss'—it's 'The Dice.' Think about the vibe, pay attention to the vibe." "Yes! Boss!" "For crying out loud..." From then on, whenever they appeared, they would have their own theme song playing: ~Hey~ paying respects at the mountain stronghold at night~ whose arm is draped over whose shoulder~ gather your courage and follow along...
