In the early hours of the morning, inside a camping tent.
Jiang Che and Wang Yanran lay side by side, gazing up at the night sky, where the scattered stars were clearly visible—even the Big Dipper could be seen.
Holding hands, they quietly enjoyed the serene and joyful moment.
Wang Yanran had already taken off her outerwear, leaving only a thin, form-fitting blouse that accentuated her flawless and exaggerated figure. She took great pride in maintaining her physique, with not an ounce of excess fat on her body.
The summer heat was mild, and a light sheen of sweat had begun to form on her skin.
"This is so nice... I wish we could just lie here forever and never have to go to work," Wang Yanran sighed.
Jiang Che chuckled softly. "Yanran-jie... why don’t you just quit your job? I’ll take care of you, how about that?"
Wang Yanran tilted her head slightly and rolled her beautiful eyes at him. "No way! I’m keeping this police job until retirement."
Jiang Che nearly lost his composure. Until retirement? Good lord... you’ve got some nerve thinking that!
Wang Yanran had already taken the Youth Elixir he had given her, which meant her appearance wouldn’t age a single day even after thirty years.
The effects of the Youth Elixir were incredibly potent—it could freeze a person’s entire appearance, including skin quality and organ function.
The only thing it couldn’t stop was lifespan. Once her time was up... no matter how young she looked or how healthy her body seemed, she would die instantly.
Forget working until retirement—if she stayed the same for even twenty more years, people would definitely start noticing something was off!
Wang Yanran was only in her mid-twenties now. By thirty-five, people might just envy her and assume she had great skincare.
At forty-five, they’d still be amazed but probably wouldn’t think too deeply about it.
But fifty-five? Sixty-five?
At that point, she’d be old enough to be a grandmother, yet still look like a young woman. That wasn’t something simple "good genes" or "skincare" could explain.
To others, she’d just be a straight-up witch.
"Yanran-jie, I’ve got a way for you to retire right now!" Jiang Che teased.
Wang Yanran raised an eyebrow. "Oh? What’s that?"
"Simple—just get pregnant," Jiang Che said bluntly.
Wang Yanran’s cheeks instantly flushed red, and she flustered. "Pfft—ugh! You little... I knew nothing good would come out of that mouth of yours!"
Though she said that, deep down, she felt a flicker of delight. If she really did get pregnant with Jiang Che’s child, given her personality... she’d probably quit her job as a cop and focus on raising the baby at home.
But the thought only lasted a second before she shook her head.
It was too early for a child. While she did long for a cute baby, she didn’t want one to come so soon.
At the very least... she’d wait until she was around thirty.
Ahem. "So, Yanran-jie, what do you think of my proposal? I’d say today’s a pretty good day for it~~~"
Jiang Che took Wang Yanran’s delicate hand in his, interlacing their fingers.
Wang Yanran averted her gaze, her eyes drifting elsewhere.
......
"Damn it all! I can’t believe this—mass borrowing from online loans? Are you kidding me?!"
In an office, a middle-aged man in a blue-collar suit and tie slammed his fist on the desk in fury.
It was none other than Loan Man.
He was absolutely livid. Normally, he was the one seeking out people to take loans, and the only ones qualified to sign contracts with him were those with great fortune.
Through loans and debt contracts, he could enforce his most overpowered passive skill—as long as he was in the process of collecting a debt, he was completely invincible.
This meant... the more people who owed him money, the more invincible he became.
If the entire world was in debt to him, he’d be unstoppable wherever people existed.
When he first heard that tens of thousands of people had taken out loans from him, he was ecstatic—thinking it was a massive opportunity.
But then he realized... every single one of them was just an ordinary person!
His passive skill only activated with those who had great fortune!
With no other choice, he sent out his clones to collect the debts, only to find that every borrower was a tough nut to crack. Thousands of bodyguards from some security company surrounded his clones, refusing to pay!
Since these people weren’t blessed with great fortune, his invincibility didn’t trigger—his clones nearly got beaten to death!
Thousands of people... each borrowing at least 150,000 yuan. I just lost over a billion in one go!
"Damn it! Who the hell is the boss of this so-called Dragon King Security Company? How dare they scam me? They’ve got a death wish!"
The middle-aged man sneered and immediately began investigating.
It didn’t take long for him to find the relevant information. "Xiao Chen? So it’s you, you little punk!"
"You’re dead, you little bastard. I’ll find a way to make you owe me money!"
Losing a billion out of nowhere was not something to take lightly!
......
Jiang Che and Wang Yanran spent the night in their outdoor tent, enjoying a wild yet wonderful evening together.
"Yanran-jie, looks like you slept well last night~"
"Enough with the teasing. Just take me home already."
Wang Yanran reached out and pinched Jiang Che’s side lightly.
Jiang Che whistled playfully before driving her back to her apartment.
Only then did he return to the Jiang residence.
The Jiang household was as lively as ever. Even with Jiang Che absent, the massive villa complex was kept immaculately clean and beautiful by the maids.
As soon as he stepped inside, he spotted Dong'er sitting on the garden swing, petting a cat.
Dong'er was as expressionless as ever, dressed in adorable pajamas, her long silver hair cascading down onto the seat—giving her an air of innocent charm.
"Miss me, Dong'er?"
Jiang Che sneaked up behind her and scooped her up into his arms.
"......?"
Dong'er turned her head slightly, and for just a split second, Jiang Che caught a flicker of happiness in her eyes.
See? This is why I’m the best.
If even a girl like Dong'er—whose soul was incomplete—could be charmed, what girl couldn’t he win over?
Well... except Shen Yu.
Dong'er didn’t say a word, simply burying her face in Jiang Che’s chest.
He reached out and ruffled her soft, fluffy hair.
"Dong'er, your strength’s been stuck at mid-Grandmaster level, right? How about I help you break through tonight?"
Still carrying her, Jiang Che walked into the living room, laughing—only to bump straight into Yu Wan'er, who had just stepped out of her bedroom.
Yu Wan'er: "......"
To be honest, the moment Yu Wan'er saw Jiang Che holding Dong'er, her fragile little heart instantly soured.
A wave of panic washed over her. Had... had Jiang Che grown tired of her?
It had to be!
[Stupid playboy, stupid playboy! Waaahhh—!]
Back when she used to tease him to his face, calling him a "stupid loser" or a "jerk," she had relied on the fact that Jiang Che doted on her enough to let her get away with it.
But the moment his attention shifted away from her, the bratty tsundere immediately became insecure.
Yu Wan'er blinked her large eyes, locking gazes with Jiang Che for a good ten seconds before suddenly welling up with tears and running off in distress!
Jiang Che: "???"

tions: attribute allocation, analysis, proficiency, and simulation. Specializing in mechanical alchemy, from crafting sorcerous battle armor to handcrafting mechanical maidens, his mechanical legion conquers endless realms... Relying on his wits, he begins with a student-teacher romance, wins over a female director, enslaves a female assassin and a underworld queen, becoming the husband of a Grand Duchess... He enslaves the Goddess of Magic from the divine realm, developing his power simultaneously in both the Wizard World and the Realm of Gods...

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!

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.

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.”