“Bro, you’re not much, huh? Fainted already?”
Watching Qin Tian faint from anger, Jiang Che felt rather speechless.
This kind of "chosen one" who could only rage impotently and lacked any tact or subtlety was easy to deal with.
What could you say? Their eyes were so clear... yet so stupid!
With Qin Tian now unconscious, Jiang Che lost interest and, with Leng Ningqiu in his arms, left the hospital ward, laughing and chatting.
“Qiu'er, this guy’s hooked now. Time to butcher the pig~”
Leng Ningqiu’s brows curved gently, and her smile, fox-like, exuded cunning.
“Master, we could hold a meeting at the company. All the sisters could transfer their shares to you, bringing your stake to a level of absolute control. That way, you could easily kick Qin Tian out—”
Ninety-five percent of the executive shareholders of the Qiangsheng Group were loyal to Jiang Che. Though their shares were scattered, they ultimately all belonged to him.
Forget about the Qiangsheng Group being worth just a few billion now. Even if it became a trillion-dollar super corporation, Leng Ningqiu and the others would remain utterly loyal to Jiang Che. A 100% loyalty rating wasn’t something to joke about.
“You’re quite shrewd, you know. You’ve got 800 tricks up your sleeve.” Jiang Che teased.
Leng Ningqiu looped her arm around Jiang Che’s, lightly licking her upper lip. “Master... I’m not just about being shrewd, you know~~~”
The woman exhaled warm breath near Jiang Che’s ear, making him feel rather helpless.
Although Leng Ningqiu was a business-type beauty created by the system, she was essentially just like an ordinary woman, except her loyalty to Jiang Che was maxed out.
“Hmph... You really are a fox spirit!”
“Hmm? Qiu'er is a fox spirit made to bewitch her master~”
“Let’s head back to the company first. Where’s your office, Qiu'er? Let’s discuss how to drain Qin Tian of all his benefits.”
...
Two hours later, Jiang Che emerged from the Qiangsheng Group. He felt refreshed.
As he passed by the security room, he even cheerfully greeted Chen Hao.
“Thanks a lot today, brother-in-law!”
Seeing Jiang Che’s smug look, Chen Hao was utterly torn.
Jiang Che was only wearing a thin white low-collared shirt, and there were small love bites on his neck, clear evidence of what he’d just been up to.
Who else could have left those bite marks on him unless it was the cool and classy CEO?
Of course, Chen Hao no longer dared to fantasize about beauties like Qin Qiaoqiao or Leng Ningqiu. He’d even grown indifferent to avenging his sister. All he wanted was to focus on being a humble security guard and quietly build his strength.
“Good morning, Young Master Jiang~”
“It’s almost afternoon already, brother-in-law. Did you stay up too late last night? You’re out of it, huh?”
Jiang Che grinned, walking up to Chen Hao and patting his shoulder, infusing his palm with internal energy.
A single slap sent Chen Hao stumbling. “Take care of yourself. A little indulgence is fine, but overdoing it will hurt your body, and going wild will totally ruin you! Take some time to go to a massage parlor... all your worries will vanish.”
Chen Hao: “......”
Are you kidding me? You’re telling me to take care of my body? Look at all the women around you... sooner or later, you’re going to wear yourself out!
Though he cursed Jiang Che inwardly, Chen Hao could only force a smile.
“You’re absolutely right, Young Master Jiang~”
...
The Jiang Family Estate.
“Young Master, there’s someone here to see you. Claims to be the head of the Bai Family of Hangcheng, and also Bai Jie’s father.”
Jiang Che was lounging on the sofa, with the small ragdoll cat, Su Mianmian, resting on his lap. He gently stroked her fur, and she mewed contentedly, occasionally swishing her little tail.
Qiangwei was dressed in a pure and alluring homey outfit, sitting beside Jiang Che and kneading his shoulders.
Yu Wan'er and Ye Mengyao were munching on snacks and binge-watching a series. The atmosphere in the room was cozy and warm.
Jiang Che glanced up at the young maid. “The head of the Bai Family? Bai Tianlong?”
“Looks like the old man got wind of something!”
Jiang Che then turned his gaze to Qiangwei. “Your birth father’s here. Probably here to see you.”
Qiangwei’s eyes flickered slightly, a brief tremble in her gaze, but it quickly disappeared.
“Jiang Che gege, I don’t want to go back to the Bai Family. I only want you~”
Qiangwei really... was just so pure and adorable. A girl devoted entirely to him—it was impossible for Jiang Che not to feel something for her.
“Still, meet him once, alright? After all, he’s your birth father~”
Jiang Che lightly pinched the girl’s cheek.
...
Bai Tianlong was extremely excited, especially when the Jiang Family’s gate opened!
His eldest daughter, whom he hadn’t seen in over a decade!
“Young Master Jiang, first meeting... this is a gift for you...”
Bai Tianlong was quite sensible. After all, as the head of a third-rate family, he was nothing but a speck in front of someone like Jiang Che.
“No need for gifts,” Jiang Che waved it off.
“Are you here for little Jie’s matters?”
Bai Tianlong scratched his head awkwardly. Just a quick glance inside the house had him flabbergasted.
There were too many girls here! Apart from the little maids, there were at least five or six beautiful young ladies!
“Ahem... Young Master Jiang, since you and little Jie are in a mutual relationship, naturally, I as her father can’t say much.”
Bai Tianlong spoke politely, all the while his eyes darting around, eventually resting on Qiangwei.
So similar!
Too similar!
She looked exactly like the woman in his memories!
Though this was his first time meeting Qiangwei, he could be certain—this was his own daughter.
Though exhilarated, Bai Tianlong forcibly suppressed his inner joy.
Weiwei... had grown so much. A young girl in the Middle East... how had she survived? He dared not imagine!
A sense of guilt began to creep into his heart.
He really... had let his daughter down!
And his daughter was now massaging Jiang Cheng? It made him feel extremely uneasy. It seemed Weiwei had also become one of Jiang Che’s women.
What a jerk!
Jiang Che’s once-handsome face suddenly seemed contemptible in Bai Tianlong’s eyes.
“Huh? Young Master Jiang! This girl looks just like my daughter Jie.”
Bai Tianlong pretended to be puzzled.
Jiang Che glanced coldly at him. “Just ask what you want to know. Stop beating around the bush like a woman!”
Bai Tianlong: “......”
He was about to cry. Is there any son-in-law who talks to his father-in-law like this?
Of course, he was quite self-aware. Even if he offered both daughters to Jiang Che, he had no right to expect the young master to call him father-in-law. After all, the gap between the Bai Family and the Jiang Family was far too vast.
The tradition of "matching families by status" wasn’t just a saying.
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
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.
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.”
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
