The appearance of Jiang Che left many employees of the Qiangsheng Group utterly astonished.
Although 70% of the company's executives were loyal to Jiang Che, the vast majority of the staff had never seen him before. To them, the CEO, Leng Ningqiu, was the face and leader of the company.
Who could have imagined that the true mastermind behind the company was such an impossibly young man?
Though the Qiangsheng Group was still in its early stages, it was clear that the team was filled with exceptional talent. They excelled in investments and finance, ensuring that every venture turned a profit.
The company was thriving, its future bright.
Many of the male employees were particularly familiar with the company's stunning CEO, Leng Ningqiu, a goddess-like figure who seemed utterly out of reach.
So, when they saw the usually cold and aloof Leng Ningqiu acting so submissive and respectful toward this young man, it shattered their hearts.
Little did they know, it wasn't just Leng Ningqiu—every beautiful high-ranking woman in the Qiangsheng Group was loyal to Jiang Che.
No matter how much they secretly admired these women, their affections were futile. These women belonged to Jiang Che alone.
......
When Chen Hao saw his sister, his heart shattered.
"Jiang Che! Let go of my sister!"
He had mentally prepared himself for this moment, knowing that Chen Ningshuang had been forcibly taken by Jiang Che to serve as his maid. But seeing it with his own eyes was a different story.
His heart clenched in pain.
As Chen Ningshuang's older brother, he naturally had no inappropriate feelings toward her—he wasn't into that kind of twisted relationship. But what brother wouldn't be furious seeing his sister taken away by some scoundrel?
Especially when that scoundrel was the very person he despised most.
"Oh? Is Shuang'er your sister?" Jiang Che feigned surprise, then abruptly pulled Chen Ningshuang closer, his grip so tight it made her wince in pain.
Her beautiful eyes narrowed as she protested, "You're hurting me!"
She struggled, her mind racing with shock.
[Why is this scoundrel so strong? Could he be following the path of physical cultivation?]
But Jiang Che reveled in her frustration and helplessness. Leaning close to her ear, he whispered menacingly,
"Think about Chen Family Village. Think about Chen Hao standing right in front of you. Think about your father."
Chen Ningshuang stopped struggling instantly.
[You scoundrel, you'll get what's coming to you!]
[You'll face divine retribution!]
Jiang Che kept his arm around her waist, turning to face Chen Hao with a smug, taunting smile.
"Well, well, I didn't know Chen Hao was my brother-in-law! My apologies!"
At the mention of "brother-in-law," veins bulged on Chen Hao's forehead.
[Brother-in-law? You damn dog! Get your filthy hands off Shuang'er!]
Chen Hao wasn't blind. Anyone could see the reluctance on Chen Ningshuang's face. She was clearly being coerced, yet no one dared to speak up.
Including Chen Hao. In the past, he would have charged at Jiang Che without a second thought, ready to fight to the death.
But now, knowing that Jiang Che had the backing of the Jiang Family and a grandmaster grandfather, he had learned to swallow his anger and endure.
"Jiang Che, Shuang'er is my sister. Let her go. If you have any issues, take them out on me!" Chen Hao growled through clenched teeth, his fists trembling.
"Brother-in-law—"
Chen Hao's eyes twitched uncontrollably. "Don't call me that! I'm not your brother-in-law!"
Jiang Che smirked. "Why not? Shuang'er is my personal maid now. It won't be long before she becomes my woman. Then you'll officially be my brother-in-law, won't you?"
Jiang Che knew exactly how to push people's buttons, and his words sent both Chen Ningshuang and Chen Hao into a spiral of despair.
[You scoundrel! You've gone too far! I swear I'll take you down with me!]
[Father, Brother, I'm sorry! I can't bear this humiliation any longer!]
Chen Ningshuang's anger boiled over. A surge of terrifying energy erupted from her, accompanied by a gust of wind. She was ready to sacrifice herself to take Jiang Che down.
But then, Jiang Che's devilish voice whispered in her ear.
"Thinking of dying with me? You clearly don't know how my family deals with their enemies."
"Skinning and gutting are just the basics. Ever heard of being boiled alive or branded with hot irons? Your Chen family would beg for death, but it wouldn't come so easily."
The threat worked. Chen Ningshuang immediately calmed down.
Though she doubted the Jiang Family would truly be so cruel, she couldn't take the risk.
A single tear rolled down her cheek.
She had made a mistake. A terrible mistake. She never should have ventured into the mortal world.
"Let go of my sister, you bastard!!!"
Chen Hao couldn't stand by and watch his sister suffer. Driven by rage, he charged forward, no longer able to hold back.
"Winter!"
In an instant, a petite silver figure appeared in front of Chen Hao. Her expression was cold, but the aura she emitted was overwhelmingly powerful.
Chen Hao gasped. "A peak-stage Transformation Realm expert?"
His mind reeled. How could a genius beauty at the peak of the Transformation Realm be serving as a personal bodyguard for a worthless playboy like Jiang Che?
He had severely underestimated the Jiang Family's power.
Jiang Che was thoroughly enjoying himself. Playing the villain was simply too satisfying.
About two minutes later, Jiang Che finally released Chen Ningshuang.
Chen Hao could only glare at him, his eyes filled with impotent rage, as if he wanted to kill Jiang Che on the spot.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Angry, are you? I love seeing you seethe like this!"
Then, as if struck by a thought, Jiang Che recalled a little game he had played with Su Han.
It was a choice between Bai Qiangwei and Gu Lingfei. At the time, Su Han had willingly given up Bai Qiangwei.
Now, Jiang Che wanted to play another game. Chen Hao had a crush on someone, and he also had a sister—though she was his blood sister.
The mischievous young master was eager to stir up more chaos.
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.
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."
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...
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.”
