As a proper villain, no matter how scheming one might be inside, at least the surface must remain impeccable.
Such dirty work of offending others naturally has to be left to someone else.
After all, he was just a loving younger brother who cared deeply for his sister.
Zhou Kai's hands trembled slightly as his gaze fell upon Jiang Che, his eyes filled with fear and dread.
Jiang Che, in turn, was smiling at him—but that smile seemed to conceal a razor-sharp blade!
A grandmaster-level ancient martial artist... His scalp tingled with terror. The rumors were true—the Jiang family of Hangzhou wasn’t just the city’s wealthiest; they were backed by a powerful ancient martial arts clan!
Yet, in the next moment, his eyes gleamed with wild excitement. If he could please Young Master Jiang, maybe even cling to his coattails...
His status within the Zhou family would skyrocket in no time.
As for his so-called "white moonlight," Ji Ningxue?
Hah! If even a childhood sweetheart or a wife could be handed over to Young Master Jiang without hesitation, what was a mere crush?
...
"Ahem, Ji Ningxue, why did you come alone? Where’s that husband of yours?"
Zhou Kai wasted no time in putting on a performance. If Young Master Jiang wanted to play this humiliating game with a married woman, he’d make sure it was executed flawlessly.
Just as expected, the moment Zhou Kai spoke, the entire gathering erupted in jeers.
"Yeah, Ningxue, didn’t you marry some guy? Why isn’t he here today?"
"More than that—I heard Ji Ningxue’s husband is a good-for-nothing loser. Must’ve had some insane luck to land a beauty like her!"
Never underestimate the pettiness of human nature, especially when jealousy is involved.
Ji Ningxue was a flawless beauty—a self-made billionaire CEO, elegant, independent, and the envy of countless women.
The only stain on her perfection? She was married to a worthless man.
No matter how perfect she seemed, wasn’t she still forced to serve a toad at night?
Ji Ningxue’s delicate brows furrowed as she clenched her fists.
That good-for-nothing was the blemish of her life, and now it was being ruthlessly exposed.
"No, I didn’t bring Xiao Chen. And he’s just an ordinary man—hardly a 'loser.' If ordinary people are trash, then what does that make all of you?"
Her pride wouldn’t allow anyone to humiliate her. Even if she despised Xiao Chen, insulting him was no different from insulting Ji Ningxue herself!
Gu Lingfei was about to step in and defend her best friend, but Jiang Che’s arm snaked around her slender waist.
"Xiao Che, you—"
"Shh, Sister Feifei, let’s just enjoy the show," Jiang Che smirked.
"But Ningxue is my best friend! I can’t just—"
Her voice trailed off as she shot Jiang Che a glare. Fine. A long-lost best friend couldn’t compare to a little brother who "communicated deeply" with her every day.
...
Zhou Kai, the ever-reliable tool, was back in action!
"Ji Ningxue, I heard... your so-called husband doesn’t even have a proper job. He just serves tea and water to your family all day. Did he really drink your mother’s foot-washing water once?"
Zhou Kai was nothing if not decisive. He used to call her "Ningning," but fearing Jiang Che’s jealousy, he switched to her full name.
This move also meant he was openly provoking Ji Ningxue.
But if it meant securing Young Master Jiang’s favor, what was a mere white moonlight worth?
The crowd erupted in gasps and whispers.
"Ningxue, seriously? Is your husband really that pathetic?"
"Honestly, just look at Gu Lingfei—another self-made billionaire CEO, and now she’s with Young Master Jiang..."
The comparison stung. Ji Ningxue was seething.
"Enough! You’re ruining what was supposed to be a fun reunion!" Gu Lingfei finally intervened.
Ji Ningxue glanced at Jiang Che beside Gu Lingfei, her eyes narrowing in recognition.
So it’s this little brat. She remembered Jiang Che.
Back when Gu Lingfei was in high school, she had a non-blood-related little brother who was still in elementary school, always trailing behind her, calling her "Sister."
So Gu Lingfei’s "relationship" was fake—she’d just dragged her little brother in as a shield. Ji Ningxue smirked inwardly, convinced she’d seen through the act.
...
Zhou Kai wanted to keep going, but with Gu Lingfei stepping in, he couldn’t push further.
He glanced at Jiang Che for guidance.
Just then, the private room’s door swung open.
A disheveled figure stumbled in, wearing a kitchen apron. "Ningning... I’m here to pick you up."
Xiao Chen had arrived—late, and looking utterly wretched.
"Hah! Ningxue, is this really your husband? I thought he was a chef!"
"Ji Ningxue, your man’s a total loser. Looks like a complete bum!"
With the protagonist’s entrance, the mockery reached its peak.
Even Ji Ningxue’s expression darkened as she shot Xiao Chen a furious glare.
Meanwhile, Jiang Che’s smile deepened.
[Ding! Detected protagonist-level aura: Xiao Chen]
[Protagonist identity: Ji family’s live-in son-in-law, Asura, Dragon King, War God, heir to the nation’s richest family]
[Once the heir of a powerful family, he was kidnapped and sold abroad. Founded the world’s 6th-ranked assassin organization, "Asura’s Gate," codename: Asura. Retired at 17, then created the 6th-ranked security group, "Dragon King’s Palace," codename: Dragon King. At 19, he established the 6th-ranked mercenary group, "War God’s Hall," codename: War God. At 22, his billionaire father found him and brought him home...]
[Yet, among all his titles, his favorite remains "Ji family’s live-in son-in-law."]
[Strength: Half-step Grandmaster, inheritor of the Indestructible Golden Body.]
[Personality: Extremely patient, capable of enduring the unendurable.]
After reading Xiao Chen’s profile, Jiang Che’s lips twitched involuntarily.
This guy was stacked with buffs—title after title, each more intimidating than the last.
...
Seeing Xiao Chen’s arrival, Zhou Kai immediately seized the opportunity.
"Oh-ho-ho! Ningxue, is this your husband? Looks like a beggar!"
A beggar?
Xiao Chen lifted his gaze, narrowing his eyes at Zhou Kai.
Daring to insult him? You’ve just signed your death warrant.
"I’m not a beggar. I’m Ningning’s husband," Xiao Chen stated firmly.
But his earnestness only invited more ridicule, especially from Zhou Kai.
The thought of his beloved white moonlight having to serve this trash in bed every night filled him with murderous rage.
If it were Young Master Jiang, fine—he was worthy. But this nobody? How dare he touch Ji Ningxue?!
"I’m Ningning’s husband. I’m here to take her home..."
"Are you a fucking joke?!" Zhou Kai lashed out angrily.
"I am not a joke," Xiao Chen replied with absurd earnestness, channeling some kind of turtle-ninja resilience that sent the crowd into roaring laughter.
"Ningxue, come back with me... my e-bike is fully charged now..."
Still shamelessly groveling, Xiao Chen completely missed the stormy fury darkening Ji Ningxue's expression.
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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?!
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
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.
