Xiao Chen finally understood!
Why Ji Ningxue had mocked him when he claimed to be the angel investor.
Turns out... someone else had already taken his place!
But at the same time, a flicker of relief crossed Xiao Chen’s heart.
It seemed this Jiang Che had merely stolen his credit, using it to win Ningxue’s affection. If he could prove that he was the real angel investor...
Would Ji Ningxue change her mind?
Xiao Chen glanced at Ji Ningxue, his emotions in turmoil. She was the love of his life, and even now, he couldn’t bring himself to give up on her.
So what if she was pregnant with another man’s child?
As long as he loved her enough, wasn’t that all that mattered?
He could raise the child as his own—let it take his surname, Xiao. And as long as Ji Ningxue stayed with him... they could have more children together.
Of course, he’d never force her to abort. He couldn’t bear to see the woman he loved suffer.
"Ningxue, let me explain again—I was the angel investor. Two years ago, when the Ji Group faced financial ruin, it was me who secretly gave you a billion to save it."
"I know you don’t believe me, but it was my money, not this worthless Jiang Che!"
Xiao Chen was spiraling, but he had no way to prove it to Ji Ningxue. His desperate explanations fell on deaf ears.
Jiang Che, meanwhile, casually wrapped an arm around Ji Ningxue’s slender waist.
"Yeah, yeah, sure. You’re the angel investor. How angelic of you—so rich you can casually drop a billion, yet you’re out here leasing a Bugatti Veyron on credit?"
When it came to psychological warfare, Jiang Che was a professional.
"You bastard! Shut your mouth! I actually thought you were a decent guy, but you’ve had your eyes on my wife this whole time!" Xiao Chen roared, his eyes bloodshot.
"Whoa, buddy, no need to get so worked up. I’ve got plenty more to say to you." Jiang Che turned up the pressure.
Ji Ningxue leaned gently against Jiang Che’s shoulder. The once cold and aloof CEO now showed a softer, more vulnerable side as she glanced at Xiao Chen.
"Sure, sure. I totally believe you’re the angel investor, okay?"
For a moment, Xiao Chen’s face lit up—was she finally starting to believe him?
But her next words sent him plunging into despair.
"A man who can casually donate a billion... but can’t even afford to buy a Bugatti Veyron? Yeah, I definitely believe you."
"And even if you were the angel investor, so what? At most, I’d feel a little grateful. But for me to fall for you? I’d rather die."
Her icy expression cut through him like a thousand blades.
Even an indestructible golden body—the pinnacle of defensive martial arts—couldn’t shield him from her venomous words.
Xiao Chen collapsed to his knees, consumed by utter hopelessness.
"Hahaha... hahaha!"
"So that’s how it is. From the very beginning, I was just a delusional clown!"
Laughing like a madman, he staggered to his feet, his movements unsteady.
Jiang Che raised an eyebrow. Was the "Little Dragon King" about to snap?
Not that it mattered. He’d already uncovered all of Xiao Chen’s tricks. Even if the guy went berserk, the gap between their strength was insurmountable.
As Xiao Chen teetered on the edge of his dark transformation, Jiang Che leaned close to Ji Ningxue’s ear and whispered something.
She rolled her eyes at him before turning back to Xiao Chen, her voice sharp and commanding.
"Kneel."
Thud!
Without hesitation, Xiao Chen dropped back to his knees.
His momentum shattered, he blinked in confusion—then fury.
Back when he was the Ji family’s live-in son-in-law, his days were spent scrubbing floors, washing windows, and cleaning toilets. If he upset Ji Ningxue or her mother, he’d be forced to kneel on durian shells. There were days he spent more time on his knees than on his feet.
Ji Ningxue’s orders were etched into his DNA—an involuntary reflex.
"You—!" Xiao Chen strained to rise.
"Did I say you could stand?" Ji Ningxue’s darker side began to surface.
She was never the docile housewife—she’d just hidden her true nature well.
Thud! His knees hit the ground again.
This time, Xiao Chen snapped.
In the past, kneeling meant nothing to him. But now? It was unbearable.
Enough was enough.
"JI NINGXUE!!!"
He forced himself upright, tears of blood streaking down his face, his rage at its peak.
Ji Ningxue tilted her chin up, shielding Jiang Che behind her as she faced Xiao Chen head-on.
"What? You want to hit someone? If you lay a finger on Jiang Che, you’ll have to go through me first."
Ji Ningxue's current demeanor completely shattered Xiao Chen's heart. He could only watch helplessly as the woman he loved turned against him for another man!
"Hahaha... HAHAHA!"
Xiao Chen burst into another fit of manic laughter, his eyes gleaming with malice as he glared at Jiang Che and Ji Ningxue.
"You adulterous scum—karma will catch up to you sooner or later!"
All Xiao Chen could do now was hurl empty threats, given the severe injuries he had sustained.
That strike from the black-clad figure earlier had been terrifying. If not for his Indestructible Golden Body shielding him, he would already be a corpse.
"Xiao Chen, who exactly are you calling 'adulterous scum'?" Ji Ningxue's beautiful eyes narrowed sharply.
How dare he? A mere live-in son-in-law now daring to bite the hand that feeds him?
"You... I..." Xiao Chen was too furious to form coherent words.
His mind was already clouded with rage. Trembling, he raised a finger to point at Ji Ningxue, his anger reaching its peak.
"I... I'll f your mother!"
Ji Ningxue's face turned icy. As a girl from a single-parent family, she despised nothing more than insults directed at her mother.
After hurling the curse, Xiao Chen ran off in despair, but not before signing the divorce agreement left behind.
"What a pathetic waste, throwing one last insult before scurrying away!"
Ji Ningxue felt a twinge of irritation, but when her gaze fell on the signed divorce papers... a faint smile graced her lips.
"Tsk tsk tsk, Ningning-jie, that tone you used when you made Xiao Chen kneel earlier—could it be you're secretly a sadist?"
Ji Ningxue let out a light hum, her alluring fox-like eyes brimming with mischief as she lifted a finger to tilt Jiang Che's chin. "Oh? Want me to bring out the little whip—"
"Ahem, ahem!"
Jiang Che swiftly steered the conversation elsewhere.
Today had revealed a whole new side of Ji Ningxue—one that was slightly terrifying. But thankfully... as a man of versatile talents, Young Master Jiang Che could handle it.
"Little Jiang Che, I'm officially single and available now. So... feeling tempted?"
Ji Ningxue's fox-like gaze was enough to make anyone's heart skip a beat.
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.”
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
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...
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
