"Master Jiang, our Ji family warmly welcomes your arrival," Zhao Li said, her eyes gleaming as she looked at Jiang Che.
If she weren't already past fifty, she would have thrown herself at him!
Jiang Che glanced at Ji Ningxue, who had already averted her gaze to avoid suspicion.
"Auntie, I have matters to attend to, so I won’t stay," he replied.
"Oh..." A flicker of disappointment flashed in Zhao Li’s eyes.
At that moment, Xiao Chen came trotting over eagerly.
"Ningxue, have you been drinking? I made you some sobering soup..." The moment Xiao Chen saw Ji Ningxue, he immediately began fawning over her.
"Who told you to come here? Go sweep the floors! Didn’t I tell you to stay inside and not come out?"
The venomous mother-in-law, Zhao Li, lashed out at Xiao Chen without hesitation.
Though both Jiang Che and Xiao Chen spoke in gentle tones, in Zhao Li’s eyes, Xiao Chen was the epitome of weakness and incompetence, while Jiang Che embodied the grace of a true gentleman.
Such was the power of prejudice!
"Oh..." Xiao Chen lowered his head. If anyone else had dared to speak to him like that, he would have summoned his hundred thousand soldiers to wipe them out—but this was his mother-in-law!
Xiao Chen turned his gaze to Jiang Che and gave a slight nod. "Master Jiang, thank you for bringing Ningxue safely back to the Ji family. I, Xiao... Xiao Chen, will remember this."
That was close—he had almost let slip his title as the Dragon King and God of War, a name not meant for just anyone to know!
"Oh? I thought your surname was Xiao. When did you change it to 'Long'?"
Jiang Che feigned confusion.
"Uh..." Xiao Chen racked his brain but couldn’t think of a plausible explanation.
"Xiao Chen!!! Go back to the house. Tonight, you’re sleeping on the back mountain!" Ji Ningxue clenched her fists tightly.
Earlier, after sharing two kisses with Jiang Che, she had felt a pang of guilt toward Xiao Chen—after all, as a married woman, she had strayed from her vows. But now, seeing how utterly spineless and pathetic Xiao Chen was, all her remorse vanished.
Here he was, about to be cuckolded, and he was still thanking the man responsible?
What a complete doormat!
"Xiao, get the hell out of here! Go kneel on durian shells all night!"
Without comparison, there’d be no resentment. Now, Zhao Li couldn’t stand the sight of Xiao Chen.
"Got it!" Xiao Chen replied without hesitation, clearly having done this more than once.
From an angle no one could see, Xiao Chen’s lips curled into a faint smirk. As a half-step grandmaster martial artist with an indestructible golden body, kneeling on durian shells wouldn’t even scratch him.
But these were the shells of a durian Ningxue had eaten—a symbol of her lingering affection for him. After a moment’s thought, he withdrew his inner strength. Whatever Ningxue gave him, he would accept unconditionally.
...
After Jiang Che left, Ji Ningxue, Zhao Li, and a group of servants passed by the back mountain.
They all wore expressions of disdain. In the Ji family, even the lowliest servant could look down on this live-in son-in-law.
"Ningxue, don’t forget to drink the sobering soup..."
Xiao Chen spoke with deep affection, but all he received in return was Ji Ningxue’s utter contempt. "I’m not drunk!"
As she walked past him, Xiao Chen’s sharp eyes caught the slight swelling on her lips.
"Ningxue, what happened to your mouth?" he asked with concern.
"Huh?" Ji Ningxue panicked and touched her reddened lips.
"It’s... it’s nothing. I just ate something spicy at the party—that... that spicy lobster. It was hot and spicy, so my lips got a little red."
When lying, people tend to give unnecessary explanations.
Anyone with eyes could see the truth, but Xiao Chen trusted Ji Ningxue unconditionally.
"Oh, Ningxue, you should eat less spicy food. It’s bad for your skin..."
Ji Ningxue ignored him, her heart pounding. Strangely, she was starting to enjoy the thrill of almost being exposed.
Ji Ningxue was never the virtuous type—deep down, a little devil had always lurked within her.
After all, she was already 27, a grown woman with her own needs.
As the saying goes, women hit their prime at thirty, become insatiable at forty, and by fifty, they’re unstoppable...
......
By the time Jiang Che returned to the Jiang residence, night had fallen.
But the ladies were all night owls, and most were still awake.
Especially Gu Lingfei, who sat on the living room sofa, handling business documents.
When she saw Jiang Che, a flicker of surprise crossed her eyes. "Xiao Che... you didn’t... with Ningxue?"
Jiang Che smirked and sat down beside her.
"I’m a good man. I never stay out late."
Gu Lingfei rolled her eyes. "You? A good man? If you’re a good man, then there are no playboys left in the world."
"But... you really didn’t touch Ningxue? I find that hard to believe."
"I didn’t, really!" Jiang Che raised his hand as if swearing.
Seeing he didn’t seem to be lying, she grew even more puzzled. "Since when did you go vegetarian?"
Jiang Che grinned mischievously and leaned in. "Lingfei, judging by your tone... do you want me to claim your best friend?"
"Let me tell you a little secret—during my 'deep conversation' with Ji Ningxue, I discovered something. In three years of marriage, that useless husband of hers hasn’t even laid a finger on her."
Now it was Gu Lingfei’s turn to be shocked. "What? Seriously?"
Jiang Che smirked confidently. "Lingfei, with ten years of experience under my belt, I can tell at a glance how many miles a car’s been driven, how many owners it’s had, how many coats of paint it’s gotten, whether it’s been in an accident, if it’s an original import, or if it’s been modified."
Gu Lingfei gave him an exasperated eye-roll.
"So, if what you’re saying is true, then Ningxue’s husband is completely useless? Ningxue is so beautiful... and he hasn’t touched her in three years?"
She couldn’t fathom it. With Ji Ningxue’s looks, most men wouldn’t last a week under the same roof without making a move. How could he go three years without doing anything?
The only explanation was that the man was impotent!
"Exactly. He’s worthless—nowhere near as capable as me," Jiang Che said smugly.
"Oh yes, you’re so impressive. With so many women already, and still eyeing the ones outside," Gu Lingfei scoffed.
"But... if Ningxue is still untouched, then you might as well take her too. She’s already 27—she shouldn’t waste her life on a good-for-nothing."
Though she felt a pang of jealousy, after weighing the situation, Gu Lingfei made her decision.
Now, this was the model of a perfect wife—what man could resist a stunning CEO who actively helped him expand his harem?
Certainly not Jiang Che!

and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!

e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"

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...

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.”