Jiang Che noticed Ji Ningxue's hesitant expression and immediately seized the opportunity to stir the pot.
"Fine, fine, I'll drink. Sister Ning already has an outstanding husband and a family... Why are you all egging her on? Besides, I lost the finger-guessing game earlier. I promised to punish myself with ten drinks, and I won’t skip a single one."
"No way, Young Master Jiang! Ten glasses of hard liquor... You could end up with alcohol poisoning. You absolutely can’t drink that!" Zhou Kai, ever the drama king, stepped in as the ultimate wingman.
To curry favor with Jiang Che, he was willing to go all out.
The two villains—one big, one small—had Ji Ningxue cornered with a classic guilt trip, standing atop their moral high ground and looking down with judgment.
With the crowd egging them on, Ji Ningxue finally softened.
It was true—ten glasses of hard liquor might very well land Jiang Che in the hospital.
"I... I’ll kiss you. Just stop drinking—it’ll hurt your stomach." Ji Ningxue clenched her delicate fists, her face flushed crimson all the way down to her neck, even the tips of her ears turning a shy pink.
"Woo-hoo! Kiss! Kiss!"
The crowd continued fanning the flames. Ji Ningxue clasped her hands behind her back, her gaze darting away nervously.
Her heart pounded wildly. She must have lost her mind to agree to such an absurd game.
Under normal circumstances, she would’ve turned and walked away without a second thought.
But that one strong drink had already left her slightly tipsy, and the alcohol gave her long-suppressed emotions an outlet.
Clearly, Zhou Kai had some real expertise when it came to wooing women. He hadn’t jumped straight into the "main event" between Jiang Che and Ji Ningxue—instead, he’d first made her drink.
If he’d gone straight for it, Ji Ningxue would’ve refused outright. But after a glass of strong liquor... things were different.
"Oh? Sister Ning, are you really ready?" Jiang Che blinked playfully.
"Mm... yes." Ji Ningxue nodded.
[After all, his relationship with Fei Fei is fake. It’s not like I’m betraying my best friend.]
When a woman’s heart is swayed, she’ll find countless excuses to justify herself.
The moment she said it, the crowd erupted even louder.
Ji Ningxue lifted her eyes to meet Jiang Che’s. Her heart raced. At 27, she’d even been married for three years, yet she still had her first kiss. And under the influence of alcohol... she felt bolder than ever.
Jiang Che leaned in closer...
"Ooooh!!"
"They’re kissing!"
The crowd was all for the drama, especially when things got this intense.
......
Meanwhile.
"Achoo!" Xiao Chen, riding his electric scooter home, suddenly sneezed.
"What was that?"
Just then, he’d felt a pang of unease.
"Could something have happened to Ning Ning?" Xiao Chen rubbed his head, anxiety creeping in.
He’d already reached his doorstep but turned around, ready to head back to the reunion to check on Ji Ningxue.
"Hey, you good-for-nothing, is dinner ready yet? I’m starving to death!"
A sharp, impatient voice cut through the air. A middle-aged woman glared at Xiao Chen with utter disdain.
Xiao Chen frowned. Who dared address him, the "Asura War God Dragon King," so disrespectfully?
But his expression quickly shifted. "Heh, Mom, I’ll get right to it. What would you like to eat?"
Clearly, Xiao Chen’s reputation as the "Ninja Turtle" wasn’t for nothing—his motto was "endure."
Zhao Li didn’t answer, only shooting him a venomous glare. She despised her son-in-law. What right did a worthless loser have to marry into the Ji family?
If not for Old Master Ji’s dying wish, she would’ve kicked Xiao Chen out long ago.
"Hah..." Xiao Chen’s forced smile met cold indifference, but he merely chuckled.
As the Asura War God, he’d seen it all. A single command from him could summon an army of 100,000. But he was tired of the bloodshed—all he wanted now was a peaceful life, to win over his wife Ji Ningxue with his unwavering love.
Just then, his phone rang.
Caller ID: [Tiaozao]
Frowning, he answered.
"Hey, Boss, it’s Tiaozao..."
Before Tiaozao could finish, Xiao Chen cut in. "What is it? I’m at the Ji residence—you know better than to contact me carelessly. If my identity gets exposed... you know the consequences."
Tiaozao knew Xiao Chen all too well. Though they often mocked him privately as a "simp," their respect for him never wavered—all because of his terrifying strength.
Years ago, when Xiao Chen had first founded the "Asura Sect," Tiaozao had witnessed him storm the headquarters of the then-9th-ranked assassin organization alone, wiping out the entire enemy force single-handedly.
He’d built assassin networks, security teams, and mercenary groups, establishing a vast web of connections overseas.
You could call Xiao Chen foolish, but never weak.
"Boss, remember two years ago when you were recognized by the billionaire?"
Xiao Chen nodded. "What about it? Tell that old geezer I’m not coming back to inherit anything. I just want to spend my life with Ning Ning..."
"Boss, you’ve got it wrong. It’s your biological father—he just found your triplet sisters. You have three younger sisters now!"
Xiao Chen scoffed. "Hah. The moment I saw that old bastard, I knew he was trash. Triplet sisters? More like ‘triplet sugar babies.’"
"Disgusting old pervert. I spit on him!" Xiao Chen’s eyes turned icy. If this morally bankrupt waste of space were overseas, he’d have already led his army to chop him to pieces.
"Boss... it’s real..." Tiaozao tried to explain.
"Enough. Don’t waste my time with this nonsense in the future."
Xiao Chen hung up decisively, tied on his apron, and got ready to cook a lavish dinner.
"Right, Ning Ning’s at her reunion—she might drink. I should make her some hangover soup first."
......
Back at the reunion.
"Hah—" Ji Ningxue stumbled back, gripping the edge of the table for support, her cheeks flushed.
Her mind was a complete mess, like a pot of glue.
Jiang Che casually wrapped an arm around her slender waist. "Sister Ning, one drink and you’re already this drunk?"
Ji Ningxue shook her head. "S-satisfied? I’ve done my part."
She glanced at her watch. "It’s getting late. I should head home."
Before she could finish, Zhou Kai chimed in. "President Ji, did you drive here? You can’t possibly drive back drunk. Lucky for you, that five-star hotel next door is owned by my family. How about letting Young Master Jiang escort you there?"
The rest of the room joined in the chorus—if they couldn’t read the room by now, they’d have wasted their twenty-plus years of life.
A cool breeze drifted through the window, sharpening Ji Ningxue's awareness.
"No need. I'll call someone to pick me up."
It had to be said—Ji Ningxue’s vigilance was impressively strong.
"Let me take you home. I haven’t been drinking," Jiang Che offered with a faint smile.
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...
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.
villain is the number one simp for the book's leading female protagonist, Shen Wan'er. As expected, he later becomes a tool for the main character to show off and slap faces, ultimately meeting a tragic end with his family ruined and his life in shambles. Fortunately, he awakens the [Universal Pure Love System], which allows him to earn points by performing acts of pure love. To change his fate, Gu Yan makes a decisive choice to seek warmth and companionship with the book's biggest villain—Cold Qingqiu. ........... My name is Leng Qingqiu. To find the murderer who killed my parents years ago, I deliberately blinded myself so that everyone would lower their guard around me. Just as I was secretly accumulating power and capital according to my initial plan, a man walked into my world. "Lengleng, Qingqing, Qiuqiu, which nickname do you prefer?" I don't like any of them. You'd better leave quickly! "Why aren't you saying anything? How about I call you my baby wife?" Leng Qingqiu thinks to herself, this man is truly annoying! (Stubborn pure love warrior + single female lead + true pure love + 1v1)
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.”
