"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!
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.
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.”
or! A blessing for those who struggle with love, a guidebook for dating novices. Quickly match with your dream goddess! Complete walkthroughs earn rewards, and perfect walkthroughs unlock limited achievements!】 Shen Yi, an ordinary office worker, accidentally downloads a mini-game called Dating Simulator. The mini-game is simple: randomly search for dating targets, simulate dates, and receive rewards upon successful confession. Rewards include but are not limited to money, attributes, and skills. The higher the evaluation, the better the rewards, with perfect ratings unlocking mysterious achievements. Shen Yi plans to use this mysterious mini-game to continuously pursue targets and improve himself, making his life better and better. ...... However, after several successful walkthroughs, Shen Yi suddenly notices something strange - the targets he previously simulated dating seem to be searching for him in real life?
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
