Jiang Che possessed the divine skill of "Heart-Reading," and Chen Ningshuang's little thoughts were laid bare before him.
"Heh—"
This woman, though she appeared cold and aloof, was actually quite easy to win over.
For a young genius like her, all you needed was to be stronger than her. If you were stronger... she would fall for you!
Just like the female CEOs in many "son-in-law" novels, they always seem like unattainable flowers on a high peak. You, the son-in-law, might have been a devoted follower in their family for two or three years, but they would never like your submissive demeanor.
They only like strong, assertive people!
"Who are you?"
Chen Ningshuang had already taken an interest in Jiang Che and walked up to him.
"I'm just a passerby~"
Chen Ningshuang: "..."
Jiang Che shrugged. He couldn't exactly say... "I came here to find you? I want to sleep with you, cuckold Ye Liangchen, and piss off your brother Chen Hao?"
If he said that... he'd definitely get beaten up!
Then, Jiang Che turned his gaze to Director Wang, who was trembling in the corner.
"Your crew needs actors, right?"
Director Wang nodded shakily.
"I think this young lady is quite suitable for period dramas."
Jiang Che knew full well that Chen Ningshuang was curious about him, and her competitive spirit had been ignited.
Director Wang blinked a couple of times and instantly understood—Jiang Che must have taken a liking to this girl and wanted to make her a big star.
This kind of thing was all too common in the entertainment industry.
A wealthy man takes a fancy to some small-time celebrity, spends money to make them famous, and then the once-adored star becomes their plaything... Many rich people love playing this game.
However, Director Wang was wrong. Jiang Che just wanted to see Chen Ningshuang in a Hanfu outfit.
It would definitely be stunning!
But Chen Ningshuang clearly had no interest in acting. She continued to stare intently at Jiang Che, as if trying to see through him.
"Are you a martial artist?"
The girl spoke sparingly.
"Guess?" Jiang Che replied with a teasing smile.
Now that he knew what Chen Ningshuang wanted... the initiative was in his hands.
Chen Ningshuang's eyes were calm as water. She took a step forward and casually struck out with a palm!
The strike carried a trace of Dark Force—terrifyingly powerful!
You might think Jiang Che would reveal his true strength to catch Chen Ningshuang's attention?
Wrong!
"Ah—"
Jiang Che was sent flying!
The onlookers were stunned.
A martial artist?
This delicate-looking girl was actually a martial artist?
Martial artists weren't exactly a secret in Dragon Country. Even ordinary people knew about them, though they rarely encountered them in daily life. In fact, there was even a grandmaster-level martial artist who had started a short video account and amassed over 50 million followers.
"You—"
Chen Ningshuang was shocked. She couldn't understand why her seemingly casual palm strike had sent this man flying.
She had only wanted to test Jiang Che, but how could this have happened?
Had her senses failed her?
Was this man actually just an ordinary person?
She began to feel uneasy. Although the force behind her strike was light for her, she was a mid-level Dark Force martial artist!
A strike like that would be trouble even for a skilled martial artist, let alone an ordinary person.
"Call the police! Quick, call the police! A martial artist is assaulting someone!"
Director Wang's face turned pale. This was Young Master Jiang!
If something happened to him on his turf, things would spiral out of control.
Though he had some clout in the entertainment industry, he was nothing in the face of real capital. Just having Jiang Che remember his name was enough for him to brag about.
He never expected this woman to be so bold as to attack Jiang Che!
After a moment of stunned silence, Chen Ningshuang seemed to want to explain herself, but the words stuck in her throat.
Looking at the young man lying on the ground, she felt a pang of guilt.
She crouched down beside Jiang Che, and a faint, pleasant fragrance wafted over.
Jiang Che, seizing the opportunity, casually grabbed Chen Ningshuang's delicate hand, which felt like it had been soaked in medicinal baths for years.
Ahem!
"You—" Chen Ningshuang's face flushed slightly, but she resisted the urge to pull her hand away.
"I caught you—you're the one who hit me—"
Chen Ningshuang: "..."
Not long after, the police—officers and officers—arrived!
As luck would have it, the team was led by Wang Yanran.
After Wang Laiyun was reinstated, Wang Yanran had naturally been transferred back to her original position from the traffic police unit.
"What happened? What's going on here?"
"I'm an innocent passerby, innocently knocked to the ground by her," Jiang Che pointed at the bewildered Chen Ningshuang.
Wang Yanran: "..."
Wang Yanran, of course, didn't believe Jiang Che's one-sided account. She glanced at the stunningly beautiful Chen Ningshuang and shot Jiang Che a glare.
She knew exactly what this rascal was up to. Just look at him—he didn't look like a victim at all!
[You little rascal, you're definitely playing some weird game I don't know about.]
[You even said you wanted to marry me, and not even three days later, you've already set your sights on someone new.]
Jiang Che really wanted to say that not only had he found a new target, but he'd also won over Little Baijie in those three days.
But of course, he couldn't say that out loud.
Wang Yanran walked up to Chen Ningshuang, her expression cold.
Chen Ningshuang was visibly flustered. She was just a girl who had recently come down from the mountains—how could she have anticipated this?
Her casual palm strike had landed her in trouble with the law? But her personality was icy and reserved... she wasn't good with words, and in this situation, she simply froze.
She then pulled out a small booklet from her pocket. "This is my identification."
Wang Yanran took the document, and a flicker of shock crossed her eyes.
"A mid-level Dark Force martial artist?"
Once a martial artist's strength surpassed a certain level, they had to register with the authorities to enter the secular world. Just like Dong'er... she was also registered. Otherwise, things would quickly spiral out of control.
But Wang Yanran's shock quickly turned to anger.
"You're a mid-level Dark Force martial artist... and you attacked an unarmed person? Did you want to kill him? What did he do to you?"
Wang Yanran felt a surge of inexplicable anger. Though she knew Jiang Che had some martial arts skills, this was a mid-level Dark Force martial artist. One strike from her could have killed Jiang Che—it was a miracle he was still alive.
She couldn't help but feel a sense of dread.
"Hands up!"
Wang Yanran pulled out handcuffs and promptly cuffed Chen Ningshuang.
Have you ever seen a cold, beautiful woman being cuffed and forcibly taken away?
Jiang Che had now witnessed it. Things had slightly exceeded his expectations.
But this was fine—it would help temper Chen Ningshuang's arrogance!
'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.
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
