Qiangwei glanced up at Bai Tianlong, but then her gaze quickly shifted elsewhere.
Jiang Che slowly stood up, giving Su Mianmian's butt a firm pat. "Go sit over there."
"Meow—" A sharp, pained cry echoed.
The snow-white Ragdoll cat leaped off Jiang Che's lap in an instant.
[Jiang Che, you big idiot, I curse you to have a son with no asshole! %￥#@%￥#@......]
Hmm~ It was clear that Su Mianmian was cursing up a storm.
...
Jiang Che pulled Qiangwei closer. "Bai Jie must have told you, right? The paternity test report—I had her take it back for you to see."
Jiang Che's words startled Bai Tianlong. "Young Master Jiang, I saw the report. Is Qiangwei really my daughter?"
"My report was for the two of them. They're sisters. Whether you're the father or not, I can't say~"
"Uh..." Bai Tianlong's mouth twitched.
"Young Master Jiang, you must be joking. How could I not be her father? When I brought Xiao Jie back to the Bai family, I did over a dozen paternity tests!"
"Xiao Jie is absolutely my daughter, no doubt about it."
Jiang Che glanced at Bai Tianlong.
This old man is quite meticulous, huh? Isn't this supposed to be like those TV dramas where the rich guy's paternity test gets swapped by his evil stepmother, and then there's a whole mess of drama for dozens of episodes?
"Then it's settled. Qiangwei is your daughter."
After Jiang Che said this, Bai Tianlong's entire body trembled. "Qiangwei... how have you been all these years?"
Qiangwei: "......"
Jiang Che could tell that Qiangwei wasn't exactly thrilled about her biological father. The little girl still preferred him, her 'godfather.'
He spoke up on her behalf. "Do you think a young girl could have had an easy life wandering around the Middle East? It was a bit better when Bai Tianhuai was alive, but after that... well, you know."
"Qiangwei, your father has failed you..." Tears streamed down Bai Tianlong's face.
"Alright, alright, old man, if you want to cry, go cry somewhere else! Qiangwei is happy with me."
With all the nightly revelry, how could she not be happy?
Bai Tianlong: "......"
Jiang Che's casual "old man" almost sent Bai Tianlong into shock, but then he thought about Jiang Che's status... well, if he wants to call me "old man," so be it.
The pinyin for "old man" starts with a 'D,' and so does "dad." So, by substitution... Young Master Jiang is basically calling me "dad."
It's a good thing Jiang Che's 'mind-reading' ability only works on women, or else he'd definitely lose his composure.
"Alright, my Qiangwei doesn't seem too fond of you, her biological father. You can leave now."
Bai Tianlong was dumbfounded. "Young Master Jiang..."
"Someone, see him out—"
And just like that, Bai Tianlong was escorted out of the Jiang family estate.
As the gates slowly closed behind him, Bai Tianlong seemed to age ten years in an instant.
But soon, a thought struck him. "Since things have come to this, I might as well use this opportunity to boost the Bai family's influence in Hangzhou..."
Both my daughters are now Jiang Che's women. That should mean I've got a solid connection, right?
He smirked to himself. As the saying goes... laughter keeps you young!
......
With nothing better to do at home, Jiang Che started playing the piano again.
After all, his SSS-level piano skills couldn't just sit idle. His fingers danced gracefully across the keys of the pure white piano.
Qiangwei pulled up a small stool and sat beside him, her eyes fixated on Jiang Che as if she could see a radiant aura around him.
Jiang Che was playing "The Blue Danube," the melody alternating between soothing and lively.
[Huh? This tune sounds familiar... isn't this "The Blue Danube"? Isn't this a parallel world? How does this song exist here? That shouldn't be possible, right?]
Su Mianmian, the little Ragdoll cat perched on the wardrobe, was shocked!
Before her transmigration, she had been the most famous piano prodigy at the music academy, a provincial-level award-winning genius.
But sadly, before she could hold her own piano recital, she encountered her lifelong nemesis—a dump truck—which sent her into this parallel world, turning her into a pitiful and helpless Ragdoll cat, constantly bullied by a certain tyrant!
The little Ragdoll crawled into the wardrobe, skillfully pulled out a small phone, unlocked it with her paws, and started typing.
Piano piece: "The Blue Danube"...
[No results???]
[If this song doesn't exist here, then this guy... could he be from the same world as me?]
For a moment, Su Mianmian felt like crying.
When fellow countrymen meet, they might stab each other in the back... ahem, I mean, they shed tears of joy.
[Huh? This guy's piano skills aren't bad. He's got about 30% of my talent.]
["The Blue Danube" isn't a difficult piece, but not many can play it with such depth. If only I weren't a cat now, I'd show him a thing or two.]
But soon, Su Mianmian's attitude turned serious.
Jiang Che switched to another piece, shifting from the soothing melody to something intensely passionate.
[Is this... "Flight of the Bumblebee"? Ugh... this jerk is showing off again! He's decent, I guess, about 70% as good as me.]
Jiang Che continued to ramp up the difficulty, showing off with pieces like "Croatian Rhapsody" and "Piano Concerto No. 3."
Finally, he returned to "The Blue Danube," like the calm after a storm, but this time he pushed his SSS-level piano skills to the limit, creating a truly unique interpretation.
True piano masters rarely show off. It's the ability to play a simple, gentle piece with such mastery that defines a real virtuoso.
Su Mianmian—no, the entire cat—was utterly stunned.
She stared at Jiang Che's figure, and in this final rendition of "The Blue Danube," she seemed to see the shadows of all the great pianists who had come before.
Even MacArthur himself would have no words—
[Holy crap! A true master! Master, please accept my kneel!]
Jiang Che glanced casually at the restless Su Mianmian in the wardrobe, successfully gaining a new fangirl.
"Jiang Che, you're amazing!" Qiangwei's eyes sparkled with admiration.
Her small hand reached out tentatively to touch the piano keys, producing a pleasant note.
"Do you want to learn? I can teach you."
"Can... can I? But all I've ever held is a gun," Qiangwei hesitated.
Ahem, in the past, it was real guns, and now... well, it's still real guns!
"Of course, my dear. Let me teach you."
With that, Jiang Che lifted Qiangwei onto his lap and began teaching her how to play the piano, guiding her hands.
Jiang Che was, after all, a 'National First-Class Piano Athlete'!
What? You're wondering why he's a piano athlete instead of a piano master?
Well, those who know, know!
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.
g Yu was preparing for retirement when her organization decided to eliminate her. She transmigrated to a zombie apocalypse world. However, a tiny unexpected situation occurred: She somehow transformed into an adorable little girl?!
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!
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?!
