Ji Ningxue's emotions were a tangled mess—flustered yet secretly delighted, but mostly overwhelmed and at a loss.
She turned her head slightly and, sure enough, there was someone sleeping beside her.
With his handsome face and flawless features, who else could it be but Jiang Che?
Ji Ningxue’s mind was truly in chaos. How could she, a married woman, have ended up in bed with another man?
This was a blatant violation of morality!
Yet, strangely, she didn’t feel disgusted—just utterly confused.
Propping herself up on one elbow, she rested her chin in her hand and studied Jiang Che as he slept.
[This little troublemaker really is good-looking… just a bit too mischievous.]
[Honestly, if we could really be together… it might not be so bad. But I’m eight years older than you—guess it’ll just have to stay a dream.]
Ji Ningxue gazed at Jiang Che’s youthful face, so boyish it made him seem like a little brother.
Meanwhile, she was practically an old auntie by comparison!
Though Ji Ningxue and Gu Lingfei had been in the same class, Gu Lingfei had skipped two grades and was two years younger.
[Sigh, alcohol really does lead to trouble.]
Just as Ji Ningxue was lost in her thoughts, Jiang Che slowly opened his eyes.
Well, well—the first thing he saw was something big, white, and… oh, just the bedsheet!
"Ah—!" Ji Ningxue hurriedly yanked the covers over herself.
"Good morning, Ningning-jie," Jiang Che said with a yawn.
He’d slept incredibly well last night.
"I-I-I…" Ji Ningxue’s face burned as she burrowed deeper under the blanket.
Suddenly, a crucial realization struck her.
"Wait, Jiang Che—did you use protection last night?"
This was no joke. If she ended up pregnant, things would spiral out of control!
Xiao Chen would become a father without even having held her hand—how cruel would that be?
Jiang Che, however, just rubbed his eyes in confusion.
"Protection? What for?"
"You—!" Ji Ningxue’s face flushed crimson. "You know exactly what I mean! If I get pregnant, it’ll be a disaster!"
Jiang Che sighed. "Ningning-jie, I didn’t touch you last night. You got drunk and threw up all over yourself. I was the one who changed your clothes, but since there weren’t any other women’s outfits here, I had to improvise."
Ji Ningxue froze. "Huh???"
"Yep. Here—watch this video from last night. You were so drunk you tried tearing my clothes off. If I hadn’t fought back… well, you might’ve succeeded."
Jiang Che pulled up the recording.
Sure enough, after seeing her own behavior in the video, Ji Ningxue’s face turned scarlet with embarrassment.
"You—why would you even film this?!"
"I had to protect myself, Ningning-jie. What if you woke up and demanded I take responsibility? What would I do then?" Jiang Che pouted, feigning innocence.
Ji Ningxue fumed. "Who would demand anything from you? Don’t flatter yourself!"
"Ningning-jie, you traumatized me last night. Don’t I deserve an apology? My fragile heart was terrified by your… advances."
Ji Ningxue was speechless.
"You little—! Acting all innocent after taking advantage!"
She turned away angrily, though a faint pang of disappointment lingered in her chest.
So… nothing had actually happened between her and Jiang Che last night?
Now that she thought about it, aside from a headache, her body felt completely normal.
"What’s wrong, Ningning-jie? Disappointed? Or… were you hoping for something more?"
"Get out!" Ji Ningxue kicked at him, aiming to shove him off the bed, but Jiang Che caught her leg midair.
...
Twenty minutes later, fresh clothes arrived.
Once dressed, Ji Ningxue avoided eye contact.
"Alright, let’s not see each other again. This isn’t appropriate. I’m eight or nine years older than you—you’re just a kid to me."
She felt ridiculous. It was time to end this ambiguous relationship once and for all!
"Ningning-jie, you’re being so cold!"
"It’s not about being cold. We’re both adults. We owe each other nothing… Maybe we can stay friends, but anything more is out of the question." Ji Ningxue clenched her teeth.
Jiang Che sighed softly. He hadn’t pushed things further with Ji Ningxue because he enjoyed the chase.
But she wasn’t getting away that easily.
"Ningning-jie… do we really owe each other nothing?" A sly smile curled at his lips.
"Of course."
"Not necessarily. Do you remember the ‘Angel Investor’?"
Ji Ningxue’s breath hitched at the mention of those three words.
The Angel Investor had been nothing short of a savior for her. Time and again, they’d rescued the Ji Group from financial ruin.
"You… you’re not saying you’re the Angel Investor, are you?" Her voice trembled slightly.
Jiang Che snapped his fingers. "Bingo. That’s me. Ningning-jie… I’ve had feelings for you for a long time."
"What?! But how? That’s impossible!"
"Why not? Two years ago, when the Ji Group’s funding chain broke and nearly went bankrupt, it was me who anonymously invested a billion. And last year—"
Jiang Che listed every instance of the Angel Investor’s interventions in meticulous detail.
Ji Ningxue covered her mouth in shock. This couldn’t be real!
Only a handful of people knew about the Angel Investor’s involvement. Even her most trusted confidants couldn’t recount every transaction so precisely.
There was only one explanation—Jiang Che had been helping her all along.
"But why? Why would you invest in me secretly? We didn’t even know each other! Don’t tell me it was love at first sight."
She was reeling. Jiang Che had single-handedly saved the Ji Group, pouring in at least 2.5 billion without her knowledge. And she’d just claimed they were even?
"Not love at first sight. Let’s just say… I’ve had my eye on you for a while."
Jiang Che smirked. As for how he knew every detail of the investments?
Simple—he’d taken out Xiao Chen’s right-hand man: Flea.
Xiao Chen had secretly funded Ji Ningxue through Flea, who handled every transaction. Now that Flea was under Jiang Che’s control, all records had been altered to credit Jiang Che instead.
Talk about stealing the prize without lifting a finger!
In the end, Xiao Chen's endurance and silent suffering only served to benefit Jiang Che!

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!

ose... to cooperate with the protagonist! Shen Yuan: I have a system! Protagonist: What? System: Holy crap, you're just spilling it out like that? Shen Yuan: Let's team up, we'll split the system rewards! Protagonist: Fifty-fifty split? Shen Yuan: No way! Protagonist: What!? I'm the one getting beaten up, and I don't get half? Shen Yuan: Forty-sixty split, I get forty, you get sixty! Protagonist: Deal! Big brother, come on, hit me! As long as it doesn't kill me, beat me like you mean it! Shen Yuan: Don't worry... I will definitely protect all of you! No one but me can lay a finger on you! Guard our Heaven's Chosen Ones! I'm the only one allowed to bully them!

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.”