"Ugh~ Fine, I'll just keep being a little freeloader. After mooching off Sister Mengyao, I'll mooch off you!"
Yu Wan'er shot a glare at Jiang Che, who was currently all lovey-dovey with Qiangwei, her heart bubbling with jealousy.
Before meeting Ye Mengyao, her biggest dream had been to earn enough money to cure her mother's illness.
But after encountering Ye Mengyao, who showed her just how extravagant high society could be, Yu Wan'er's mindset completely shifted. The little girl transformed into a full-time freeloader.
Now, however, this freeloader had been plucked off Ye Mengyao by Jiang Che and placed onto himself.
Of course, living lavishly under Jiang Che wasn’t bad—except for one tiny drawback... it was exhausting.
[Well, at least I have Sister Mengyao and Sister Qiaoqiao to laze around with me. Hehe—]
Just as she thought this, Yu Wan'er turned her gaze toward Ye Mengyao and the others—only for her little face to freeze in shock.
"Sister Mengyao!!! What are you all doing???"
Somehow, Ye Mengyao and Qin Qiaoqiao had already hopped onto treadmills and were running hard enough to drench themselves in sweat.
Ye Mengyao wore a tight-fitting tank top and black workout leggings, her long hair tied into a sleek ponytail. Her face, free of makeup, was flushed with exertion, making her look breathtakingly beautiful.
Most strikingly, her figure—once as modest as a pair of steamed buns—now showed noticeable curves, with the faint outline of abs peeking through.
"Oh, Sister Gu took us to work out last time. I've been training for a month now. So? What do you think of my progress?"
Yu Wan'er: "......"
Instantly, she felt as if the whole world had abandoned her. You’ve been secretly grinding behind my back?
Are you even human?!
Comparing Ye Mengyao’s now-toned figure to her own scrawny frame, even the little cowlick on her head seemed to wilt in defeat.
"Haha, Wan'er, you're still too young, so we didn’t bring you along. But look at you—soft and squishy, so cute!"
"Jiang Che loves weak little girls like you, you know? Hehe—"
Ye Mengyao stepped off the treadmill, scooped Yu Wan'er into her arms, and planted a kiss on her soft, tender cheek.
The scent of her sweat made Yu Wan'er blush, her eyes darting away in embarrassment.
[As expected, Sister Mengyao is way better than that stinky Jiang Che.]
Jiang Che, who was currently tutoring Qiangwei on the piano, glanced sideways at Yu Wan'er.
Honestly, if Yu Wan'er and Ye Mengyao were characters in any other novel, they’d be heading straight for a yuri route.
Even though Jiang Che, the big bad villain, had forcefully pried them apart and crushed their little romance, it seemed the embers were still smoldering.
Clearly, these girls had way too much energy to spare!
My bad, my bad. A proper villain must always reflect on his mistakes.
......
That afternoon, after leaving the Jiang residence, Jiang Che headed to the company.
The current CEO of both businesses was Leng Ningqiu, who managed 'Yuanche Pharmaceutical' and 'Qiangsheng Group' with her near-perfect executive team.
Her business acumen was off the charts, and under her leadership, both companies ran like well-oiled machines.
Most corporations were riddled with internal factions—hence the endless power struggles and corporate espionage.
But in Jiang Che’s case? None of that nonsense existed.
Nearly 80% of the shareholders were his own people, allowing decisions to be made swiftly and propelling rapid growth.
"Young Master, you're here?"
The receptionists at Qiangsheng Group all recognized Jiang Che—after all, he was the shadowy big boss behind everything.
"I’m here to see your President Leng."
No sooner had he spoken than a cool, elegant figure emerged from the private executive elevator.
Leng Ningqiu was undeniably stunning. To outsiders, she was the epitome of an untouchable ice queen—a high-altitude flower no one dared to pluck.
Employees at Qiangsheng Group couldn’t help but stare.
Even though they saw her flawless face daily, each encounter still left them breathless.
Her beauty embodied all the finest traits of a classical Dragon Country beauty—graceful yet unpretentious, radiant yet never gaudy.
"Mast—ahem... Chairman Jiang, it’s been a while."
Her icy demeanor melted instantly, though Jiang Che’s subtle glance stopped her from blurting out 'Master' in public.
"Chairman Jiang, shall we discuss matters upstairs?"
She looped her arm through his, pressing close enough that her sinuous curves made it impossible to look away.
Jiang Che sighed inwardly. While Leng Ningqiu was the ultimate 'super employee,' she came with a cost.
A hundred kilometers per kidney!
Well, she was his woman—and far from just a pretty face. He had to distribute his 'energy' fairly among all his ladies.
Of course, he hadn’t come just for her. He had an agenda.
But his Ningqiu was too irresistible. Might as well satisfy this hungry little fox first.
As Jiang Che and Leng Ningqiu disappeared into the elevator, the hearts of many young male employees shattered.
What young man didn’t dream of a whirlwind romance with a gorgeous CEO?
Countless wish-fulfillment novels revolved around underdogs winning over ice-cold business queens—just the thought was exhilarating.
Yet here was their goddess, whisked away by another man.
"Enough! Stop daydreaming and get back to work! You think you stand a chance with President Leng?"
The manager’s words crushed the last shred of hope in the young men’s hearts.
"Seriously? You didn’t know President Leng is already taken? She’s Young Master Jiang’s woman! Don’t even entertain delusions!"
"Qiangsheng Group is now backed by the Dragon Country government. Our future’s bright—just focus on making money."
The young men chuckled wryly. Comparing themselves to Jiang Che was just asking for misery.
"Fair enough. With benefits this good, why ask for more?"
......
It wasn’t until late at night that Jiang Che and Leng Ningqiu finally left the office.
For the past six hours, they had been discussing the company’s future plans and development strategies. Leng Ningqiu had, of course, given a very pure and thorough work report.
"Ningqiu, have these items produced in secret."
Jiang Che handed her several blueprints—each detailing a new type of 'anti-ancient martial arts particle weapon.'
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...
] This is a dark fantasy-themed dating simulation game. The main gameplay involves containing various monster girls and investigating the truth of a world shrouded in mist alongside your companions. However, due to his love for the dark and bizarre atmosphere, Luo Wei ended up turning a dating game into a detective mystery game. Women? Women only slow down his quickdraw! To Luo Wei, the female leads in the game are more like tools to perfectly clear levels and squeeze out rewards. For Luo Wei, flirting with every girl he meets and then discarding them is standard procedure. Worried about characters losing affection points? No need. With his maxed-out charm stat, Luo Wei is practically a "human incubus." A little psychological manipulation and those points come right back. It's a bit scummy, but the paper cutout heroines in the game won't actually come at him with real cleavers. However... Luo Wei has transmigrated. He's accidentally entered the second playthrough of this game. His past actions have caused all the girls to transform into terrifying yanderes. Due to the game's setting, most of the heroines he once contained are "troubled girls." Obsessive, twisted, mentally unstable, all aggressive yanderes... The type who will kill you if they can't have you... Luo Wei wants to cry but has no tears left. "I really just want to survive..." In short, this is a story of battling wits and engaging in a love-hate relationship with yanderes.
with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!
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.”
