After dinner, Wang Yanran lay sprawled on the couch, her long, flawless legs draped over the coffee table.
She wore only a pair of shorts and a white cropped shirt that revealed her slender waist—enough to steal any man’s soul. Her well-defined abs peeked through faintly, even showing the hint of a four-pack, while her skin glowed like freshly fallen snow.
The sheer size of her assets had popped open the top button of her shirt—just as Jiang Che had guessed.
"Eating your cooking is gonna make me gain two pounds," Wang Yanran grumbled under her breath.
Jiang Che sidled up to her, wrapping his fingers around one of her delicate feet and idly playing with it.
He wasn’t a foot fetishist, really—it’s just that every girl he met happened to have perfect, jade-like feet. Could he really be blamed for that?
"Two pounds? That’s easy to fix!"
"Burning 8,000 calories roughly equals two pounds. That’s about 15 hours of jogging. But since slow jogging takes too long, I’ll take you for a fast run later... four or five hours should do it."
Wang Yanran rolled her eyes. The way he said it with such a straight face almost made her believe him.
...
The next morning.
Jiang Che woke up feeling refreshed.
Glancing at Wang Yanran, who was still clinging to his arm, a flicker of tenderness passed through his eyes.
He pinched her cheek lightly. "Mmm... you little jerk," she mumbled in her sleep.
Even the fiery policewoman had her moments of adorable vulnerability.
Jiang Che had originally planned to get up early and discuss matters with the Jiang Family—after all, selling out the entire ancient martial arts world without a word was a big deal, and he needed to inform them first.
Though these weapons wouldn’t affect his own people, only outsiders.
But with Yanran-jie holding him so... tightly, how could he possibly focus on anything else?
Sometimes, he could almost understand why ancient emperors lost themselves in their concubines—setting off beacon fires to amuse a queen, racing horses to make a consort smile...
First, you question the foolish rulers. Then, you become one. Then, you surpass them.
"Ah, right—almost forgot the important thing."
Jiang Che retrieved a bottle of "Eternal Youth Elixir" from his system space, drank some himself, then pressed his lips to Wang Yanran’s to pass the rest to her.
Only after confirming she’d swallowed every drop did he pull the covers back up and settle in to sleep again.
By the time Wang Yanran finally stirred, the sun was already high in the sky.
"Oh no!!! I forgot to call in sick!" she shrieked, scrambling to get dressed—only for Jiang Che to grab her wrist.
"I already checked for you this morning. Today’s your day off."
Wang Yanran blinked dumbly for a second before remembering. The precinct had been swamped with cases lately, leaving her so frazzled she’d completely forgotten about rest days.
Watching her dazed expression, Jiang Che sighed softly.
He browsed through his system shop, his gaze eventually settling on a few items:
[Flawless Defense: Blocks 10 fatal attacks. Price: 10,000 points.]
[Flawless Defense + Teleport: Blocks 10 fatal attacks and instantly teleports the target to the host upon activation. Price: 30,000 points.]
Sold!
Given Wang Yanran’s line of work, danger was inevitable.
And now that the "Chosen Ones’ Association" had him in their sights—even with Chen Hao as their mole—there was no guarantee they wouldn’t target his women.
The Flawless Defense morphed into a ring.
"Yanran-jie, now that you’re my woman, I have a gift for you... Care to guess what it is?"
Jiang Che flashed a mysterious smile.
"A gift?"
Seeing her bewildered look, Jiang Che pulled a bold move—dropping to one knee with the ring in hand.
"Yanran-jie, marry me!"
It wasn’t like there were any other girls around to witness this romantic moment with her.
Besides, this was his first proposal. If Yu Wan'er or Ye Mengyao found out... well, that would be a disaster.
Wang Yanran froze for a second—then took two steps back, covering her mouth with one hand, her eyes wide with shock.
Jiang Che tilted his head. "Yanran-jie, is this how all girls react to proposals? Two steps back and a hand over the mouth?"
Wang Yanran: "..."
All the warmth she’d felt evaporated instantly.
"You’ve proposed to other girls before?! No wonder you’re so smooth! Of course... with all the women around you..."
"Ugh, you playboy! I’ll report you for group debauchery tomorrow—"
Jiang Che pouted innocently and handed her the handcuffs from the bedside. "Officer, you cuffed me yesterday. Today, it’s your turn."
Ugh! What kind of filthy talk was that?!
"Yanran-jie, just tell me—will you accept my proposal? This is my first time proposing! If I’m lying... may lightning strike me—?"
He paused at the end, puzzled. In dramas, the heroine always covered the hero’s mouth before he could finish the oath.
Why wasn’t it working for him?
"Hmph, I hope it does. Zap you dead, you little pervert."
Wang Yanran huffed, but still held out her left hand with an air of tsundere defiance, her gaze drifting elsewhere—though the smile tugging at her lips was impossible to hide.
Jiang Che took her hand and slid the ring onto her finger.
It suited her perfectly.
Instantly, Wang Yanran radiated the mature charm of a newlywed.
Already a plump, juicy peach on the verge of bursting, now she was fully ripe!
"Yanran-jie, I never knew you could be this tsundere."
"Who’s tsundere?! Hurry up and get to business!" Wang Yanran planted her hands on her hips. "Show me the stuff you mentioned last night. Preferably the real thing—it’ll be more convincing that way!"
Jiang Che remained unhurried. "I’ll probably visit the Jiang Family first to discuss things with my grandfather. Then I’ll hand the items over to you... They’re actually pretty simple to manufacture."
Wang Yanran studied him thoughtfully. "Jiang Che, the ‘Equalizer’ has minimal effect on high-level martial artists like you, but that ‘Armor-Piercing Coating’ seems like it could threaten masters at the grandmaster level and above..."
Jiang Che grinned. "What? Worried about me? Never took you for the lovesick type, Yanran-jie."
Wang Yanran instantly lost her cool. "Who the hell is lovesick?! I’ll use your own bullets to put you down!"
"Ooooh, I’m so scared," Jiang Che teased, his smirk widening.
"You—!"
Wang Yanran was fuming.
Explosive Plot Song Gua crossed over into another world, bringing along a whole crew of his doppelgangers—all of them mischief-makers. This was a world where everyone could choose a class. Song Gua became a "Bondweaver," capable of borrowing power, while his doppelgangers took on a wide variety of classes, covering just about everything. The number of doppelgangers grew day by day, each one a talented individual with a charming way of speaking. Under Song Gua's brilliant leadership, they would "greet" each other daily and engage in friendly "sparring," pulling off one major scheme after another on Earth. Sometimes they were bandits—stealing bosses, plundering mines, snatching resources. Sometimes they were saviors—descending like divine warriors to face world bosses threatening to massacre cities. Sometimes they even went undercover, infiltrating various major factions to stir up trouble from within, keeping their enemies constantly on edge. To prevent their doppelganger abilities from being exposed, Song Gua made them wear masks with mahjong tile patterns and don Taoist robes in various colors. "Remember, in front of outsiders, call me 'The Dice.'" "Got it! Boss!" "Not 'Boss'—it's 'The Dice.' Think about the vibe, pay attention to the vibe." "Yes! Boss!" "For crying out loud..." From then on, whenever they appeared, they would have their own theme song playing: ~Hey~ paying respects at the mountain stronghold at night~ whose arm is draped over whose shoulder~ gather your courage and follow along...
+【Epic Battles!】 "Your Highness, they say Linxi Temple is miraculous. Won’t you make a wish?" "A wish? It should be making wishes to me." "That may be so, but since you’re already here..." "..." "Fine. Then grant this princess a consort to play with." "He must be obedient, devoted, and utterly infatuated with my body—so much so that he’d kneel and kiss my feet." "Your Highness, that’s not a consort. That’s a dog." "Then add clever, witty, heroic, ambitious yet pragmatic..." "Hmm, that’s enough for now. I’ll add more later." After tossing out these words half in jest, Princess Anle departed the temple—only to catch a fleeting glimpse of the Bodhisattva statue smiling at her. Meanwhile, Yang An, fresh out of university, was having a very bad day. Good news: He’d transmigrated into another world with a cheat granting tenfold combat power. Bad news: He’d immediately fallen into the clutches of a certain villainess. Good news: Said villainess possessed peerless beauty and royal status. Bad news: She was absolutely monstrous!!! In the frozen wilderness, Yang An knelt beneath Qin Guo’er’s feet, drenched in sweat despite the cold. Desperately clutching her porcelain-perfect foot—the very one poised to crush his throat—he could only think: How do I survive this?! Need answers NOW!
e school belle recognized by the whole school, a genius girl from the kendo club. She also has a hidden identity, the youngest legendary demon hunter. Chen Shuo just transmigrated and found himself turned into a weak, helpless little vampire. He was caught by Su Xiyen and taken home at the very beginning. Since then, Chen Shuo's life creed only had two items. "First, classmate Su Xiyen is always right." "Second, if classmate Su Xiyen is wrong, please refer back to item one." Many years later, Chen Shuo, who had turned back into a human, led a pair of twins to appear in front of all the vampires to share the secret of how he turned back into a human. "It's simple, I tricked a female demon hunter into becoming my wife!"
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
