Looking at Ye Changkong and Jiang Yuan who were both drunk, Jiang Che found it hard to contain his frustration.
It was clear that... Ye Changkong was indeed an ultimate "daughter-con". When he was drunk, he kept emphasizing that he only had one daughter... And now, that one and only daughter had been "stolen" by Jiang Che. It was only natural for him to feel some pity for Ye Changkong.
"I guess I have a bit of a 'yellow hair' potential," Jiang Che chuckled. Whether it was with Qin Qiaoqiao before or now with Ye Mengyao, he had played the role of the "yellow hair" (a term referring to someone who seduces another's partner)—and probably once the Bai family found out about Bai Jie and Bai Qiangwei, another poor old man would join the ranks of the unfortunate.
"Jiang Che! Come... Let's have a drink. From now on, let's do things differently... You call me dad, and I'll call you little bro...," Ye Changkong was already completely drunk. After all, he was just an ordinary man, and after a few bottles of baijiu, he was done for.
And Jiang Yuan wasn't faring any better; he was also poking soul out of tension alone.
Jiang Che: "......"
Ye Mengyao: "......"
Ye Mengyao felt quite embarrassed. The young girl fidgeted with her clothing as she hesitantly moved closer to Jiang Che.
[Ah~~~ Dad, how could you be so embarrassing~]
Ye Mengyao felt her cheeks flush as she watched her usually dignified father turn into such a spectacle.
What a shame!
Jiang Che, of course, understood and gently took Ye Mengyao's hand. "Ahem... If there's nothing else, we should probably head out. We still have some things to do."
Jiang Yunli and Lin Xue, being the only sane ones, nodded.
"Che, from now on, our Mengyao is in your hands. I've watched you grow up... I trust you with her," Lin Xue said with a tender smile in her eyes. Although Jiang Che was a bit of a player, as Jiang Yuan had mentioned, he was indeed a responsible young man and wouldn't do anything reckless.
Jiang Yunli, being a strong supporter of her own son, chimed in, "Of course, Sister Lin. Our Che is a man of integrity... Come, let's go get our nails done."
With that, Jiang Yunli grabbed Lin Xue's hand and moved to leave. These two wealthy young wives lived a blissful life post-marriage, spending their days indulging in food and entertainment.
"Oh? But what about this...," Lin Xue pointed at the unconscious Jiang Yuan and Ye Changkong lying on the floor, both heavily drunk.
Jiang Yunli, however, firmly crossed her arms. "Pfft, drinking so much every day! I don't know what's so great about alcohol! We'll just have the driver pick them up later... Let's go, Sister Lin."
Lin Xue: "......"
...
On the way back, Ye Mengyao was extremely excited.
Because... from that day forward, she was officially taken.
"Jiang... Jiang Che, did we just meet our parents?"
The young girl sat in the passenger seat, her hands unsure of where to rest.
"You've already asked that three times," Jiang Che said, feeling a bit headache. Was Ye Mengyao one of those romance-obsessed types?
Seems so!
"Jiang Che... Did you mean it earlier?"
"Mean what?" Jiang Che frowned.
Ye Mengyao's face turned red as she nervously clenched her dress, her voice blushing, "It's about what my dad asked... about the wedding..."
Jiang Che: "......"
Mentioning the wedding gave Jiang Che a bit of a headache.
His harem was indeed growing—starting with Qin Qiaoqiao, then Ye Mengyao, followed by Yu Wan'er, Bai Qiangwei, Bai Jie, and Dong'er!
Even though Dong'er was just a little doll, incapable of expressing her own emotions or having any relatives... she was like a poor little kitten he had taken in. But Jiang Che was determined not to neglect her.
And there were others on the roster: the aloof female boss Gu Lingfei and the extraordinary woman Chen Ningshuang... oh, and let's not forget the proud and imposing policewoman Wang Yanran.
And there was also Su Mianmian, the little flirt he had recently encountered.
He was savoring the ones in his mouth, eyeing the ones in his bowl, and dreaming of the ones in the pot... As for the fields out there—well, that was an endless list of other people's fertile plots.
"Wedding... It's still too early. We're both still in school, plus we'll be going to new schools soon... We've got time, and if you're okay with it... I'll give each of you a grand wedding."
This was Jiang Che's pledge.
Sure enough, after hearing Jiang Che's words, Ye Mengyao's eyes lit up with hope.
She began imagining her future wedding... Every girl dreams about her wedding, even a rich girl like Ye Mengyao.
......
Jiang Che was enjoying himself, but someone else wasn't so fortunate.
[Ding! Host pulled off a 'fake stunt', earning 5 days of internal strength]
[Ding! Host pulled off a 'confused stunt', earning 8 days of internal strength]
[Ding! Host pulled off a 'low stunt', earning 10 days of internal strength]
Ye Liangchen wasn't having a good time. He had been completely abandoned by the Ancient Martial Arts Ye Family and was now nothing more than a pawn for criminals like Brother Qiang.
His fate was utterly miserable.
"I have to endure! I must endure! Although this feels humiliating, at least my strength is increasing."
Ye Liangchen struggled through both misery and bliss, but with this pace... he could gain about 15 days of internal strength per day. In 5 years, he would have 75 years of internal strength, and by then, his power might even surpass Lin Yu's...
Thinking about this, Ye Liangchen clenched his fists tightly.
Endure! He absolutely had to endure!
"Ah——Brother Qiang, please no..."
I can't hold it anymore, damn it~
Unlike Lin Yu, who had one of his testicles crushed and was rendered infertile, Ye Liangchen remained unharmed after his Iron Shirt Technique was broken. So, it was hard for him to be bent (figuratively and literally).
"Brother Qiang, do you want me to...," Lin Yu opened his hand and then clenched it into a fist, suggesting something unsaid.
The former Lone Ball Dragon wanted Ye Liangchen, who was once the 'Lone Ball King', to experience the same fate.
Upon seeing Lin Yu's expression, Ye Liangchen almost peed himself. Were they seriously going to burst his balls?
No, don't!
Brother Qiang, however, shook his head. "Not just yet, let me see if I can conquer him with my personal charm first... If that fails... we'll resort to that plan."
Ye Liangchen: "......"
As the victim, hearing them discuss his fate so casually was truly horrifying.
Oh God, they were straight-up trying to turn him gay.
In the shadows... Ye Liangchen caught a glimpse of an even more terrifying future.
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?!
d intelligence to keep the plot moving, and sometimes even the protagonists are forced into absurdly dumb decisions. Why does the A-list celebrity heroine in urban romance novels ditch the top-tier movie star and become a lovestruck fool for a pockmarked male lead? Why do the leads in historical tragedy novels keep dancing between love and death, only for the blind healer to end up suffering the most? And Gu Wei never expected that after finally landing a villain role to stir up trouble, she’d pick the wrong gender! No choice now—she’ll just have to crush the protagonists as a girl!
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.”
