"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!
] 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.
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.”
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
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?!
