In the CEO's office, Leng Ningqiu held onto Jiang Che's arm.
Her beautiful eyes were filled with nothing but affection, devoid of any other emotion.
The only one who might love Jiang Che more than Leng Ningqiu was Bai Jie—but that girl was a special exception, given her obsessive nature... Just thinking about it gave anyone a headache.
"Master, the company's financial report for the first half of the year is out. Total revenue reached 110 billion, with pharmaceutical sales accounting for over 90 billion and medical technology contributing more than 20 billion. R&D investments totaled 18 billion... about 15% of total income."
As she reported the earnings, Leng Ningqiu blinked her big, pretty eyes, almost as if she were seeking praise from Jiang Che.
Jiang Che chuckled softly, ruffled her hair, and pulled her into his embrace.
Leng Ningqiu's competence was undeniable. Since taking over Yuanche Pharmaceutical, she had not only stabilized the company internally but also boosted its revenue growth by several percentage points.
Compared to someone like Yu Wan'er—a little brat who only knew how to call people "trash fish" and annoy others—she was infinitely better.
"You've worked hard."
Jiang Che gently tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, her snow-white neck exuding a tantalizing fragrance.
Leng Ningqiu smiled sweetly and shook her head before burying herself in his arms.
"Ningqiu isn't tired. Ningqiu wants to eat..."
The next second, Jiang Che awkwardly covered her mouth.
Ahem—some things were better left unsaid!
...
Jiang Che had already won over three female CEOs by now: Gu Lingfei, Leng Ningqiu, and Ji Ningxue.
Though all were powerful businesswomen, their personalities differed significantly.
Outwardly cold and unapproachable, they were seen as untouchable ice queens by others—but their tender sides were reserved solely for Jiang Che.
Gu Lingfei was the quintessential big sister, fulfilling every fantasy for those with an older-woman kink, all while carrying a playful and slightly mischievous charm.
Leng Ningqiu, on the other hand, was the epitome of obedience—never throwing tantrums, making her the ideal wife in many people's eyes.
Ji Ningxue, with her demeanor and fashion sense, gave off an "auntie" vibe. Forget about 18-year-old lolis—nothing was more dangerous than a stunning thirty-year-old auntie who had already embraced her dark side. The ultimate choice for those with a milf fetish!
Jiang Che was a man of many affections—any beautiful woman could capture his heart.
......
The lights in the CEO's office remained on until dawn, only dimming with the first rays of sunlight.
By the afternoon, Jiang Che finally left Yuanche Pharmaceutical's headquarters, refreshed and relaxed.
He had already made plans with the little police flower, Wang Yanran.
His time management was so precise it could be called godlike—worthy of the title "Chronos of Ancient Greece."
It reminded Jiang Che of an anime he'd once watched, Date A Live, where the protagonist was similarly a master of scheduling.
"Yanran-jie, have you been waiting long?"
Jiang Che drove to Wang Yanran's doorstep, where she stood, already dressed and ready, waiting downstairs.
As a police officer, she wasn't like other girls who took hours to get ready for a date. With her natural beauty, a light touch of makeup—or even none at all—was enough to leave people breathless.
"I just came down. Didn't wait too long."
[Hmph, you little brat. I've been standing here for over an hour—my legs are sore!]
Jiang Che suppressed a smile, stepped out of the car, and opened the door for her.
It was clear Wang Yanran had put effort into her outfit today.
"Yanran-jie, where would you like to go?"
Wang Yanran narrowed her eyes, studying Jiang Che for a moment before leaning in slightly and sniffing.
Then she moved closer, her gaze tinged with disdain.
"Oh? Just came from another woman's place, didn't you?"
Jiang Che's lips twitched. "What? You can actually smell that?! That’s insane!"
"Of course. Don’t forget I’m a cop. You’ve got another woman’s perfume on you." Her eyes gleamed with danger.
"Ahem... Oh, so it’s just perfume you smelled? Then it’s fine."
Jiang Che coughed awkwardly. If Wang Yanran only meant he’d been with another woman earlier... well, he’d misunderstood!
He was guilty!
Wang Yanran frowned slightly, sensing something off about Jiang Che’s smile.
She counted on her fingers. "Jiang Che, I know you have other girls around you. My expectations aren’t high—just give me two days a month. That’s enough."
"No problem, absolutely no problem! Don’t worry, wifey!"
For a moment, Jiang Che actually felt a pang of guilt. A girl’s request being this humble—just two days a month?
Wang Yanran’s cheeks flushed. "Who... who’s your wifey? Don’t call me that!"
"Who else could it be but you?"
"Ha. So what about the other girls around you? Are they all 'wifey' too?"
A wave of jealousy hit him like a tidal wave.
In this regard, obedient system puppets like Leng Ningqiu and Dong'er were much more considerate—they never got jealous.
"Yanran-jie, you don’t get it. You’re my wifey. The others? They’re just... close friends."
Wang Yanran: "..."
Was Jiang Che even human? How could anyone be this shameless?!
She scoffed but didn’t press further.
She was a smart woman. A little jealousy was just a girl’s way of being playful—but pushing it too far would only breed resentment.
"I want to go to the amusement park. And tonight, I want you to grill me some barbecue."
"Deal."
......
Yu Wan'er was in a terrible mood.
Jiang Che hadn’t come to see her in almost a week.
Ye Mengyao and Qin Qiaoqiao were doing fine—attending classes or going out shopping.
But Yu Wan'er was miserable, often spacing out by herself, staring blankly out the window.
At some point, she realized—she had truly fallen for Jiang Che. Maybe she’d loved that scoundrel of a playboy for a long time already.
But her tsundere nature would never let her admit it.
"Stinky playboy! Trash fish! Pervert! He’s definitely out there sweet-talking some other pretty girl!"
She swung her little fists, pounding a pillow—but she forgot Jiang Che had forcibly elevated her to the level of a martial artist.
Her inner energy was still unstable, and the pillow instantly exploded into scraps.
"Wahhh... you stupid pervert!"
Just as the little tsundere was venting, Ye Mengyao and Qin Qiaoqiao appeared!
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?"
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
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.”
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...
