Indeed, Jiang Che was sporting a head of yellow hair and wearing sunglasses, giving off the unmistakable vibe of a reckless youth.
Of course, Jiang Che hadn’t actually dyed his hair—he was a man with a system. If his system could even provide something as absurd as an unlimited life-extending elixir, changing his hair color was child’s play.
Jiang Che had set his sights on Xiao Chuan’s triplet daughters. Given Xiao Chuan’s personality, he’d surely try to break them apart if things got serious. So why not start off with the image of a delinquent and lower the old man’s impression of him from the get-go?
And then... Heh heh heh!
To his right, Yu Wan'er and the others let out a collective sigh of relief when they saw Jiang Che’s flashy yellow hair.
"Wan'er, I told you this wasn’t Jiang Che! He doesn’t have yellow hair," Ye Mengyao giggled, squeezing the little girl’s hand.
Qin Qiaoqiao chimed in with a teasing smile, "Wan'er, you still dare say you’re not in love with Jiang Che? He’s all you think about now."
Yu Wan'er’s face flushed as she lowered her head, silently cursing Jiang Che in her heart.
Hmph, even if I do like him... I’d never admit it. He’s just a big jerk, a stinky pervert!
Jiang Che exhaled a puff of smoke and glanced at Yu Wan'er.
This little brat... She really knows how to push her luck, doesn’t she? Just because I spoil her, she thinks she can walk all over me?
Don’t forget, I still have that recording of you—sobbing and crying, begging to say you love me... The contrast between that and the bratty attitude you’re putting on now? Absolutely priceless.
This little secret of yours... I’ll hold onto it forever.
...
"Tsk, kids these days have no manners at all," Xiao Chuan snorted coldly before turning away.
This yellow-haired playboy looked downright punchable—itch-inducing, really.
Jiang Che didn’t respond, merely offering a faint, indifferent smile.
[Xiao Chuan]
[Protagonist of Fortune]
[A top-tier tycoon protagonist with a net worth in the trillions, fully matured in the "God of Wealth" archetype. Now, having reunited with his children, he’s entered the phase of flexing his dad skills.]
[Personality: Calm and composed, but an ultimate simp for his daughters—loses 90% of his IQ around them.]
Clearly, Xiao Chuan was a true Chosen One, and not just any Chosen One—a fully developed "God of Wealth" protagonist!
Jiang Che had met a few of these types before—like the stock market prodigy Qin Tian and the already-subdued Chu Tao—but they were still in their early stages, not yet at their peak.
Xiao Chuan was different. A net worth in the trillions—what did that even mean?
That was liquid assets alone, not even counting stocks!
With all his shares, securities, and companies factored in, his wealth was unimaginable, solidifying him as the undisputed king of global commerce.
Even among "God of Wealth" protagonists, he stood at the very top.
In terms of pure financial power, it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say... Xiao Chuan could obliterate the Jiang family in an instant.
But too bad—money can’t beat power, and power can’t beat fists!
While modern weaponry could theoretically kill even the strongest martial artists, once someone reached the Grandmaster level, anyone who dared move against them would have to think twice. Unless they could guarantee a one-hit kill, a Grandmaster lurking in the shadows was a terrifying force.
And that wasn’t even mentioning those who surpassed the Grandmaster realm—the Heaven-Breaking stage!
...
As night fell, the concert lights dimmed, leaving only the dazzling glow of the stage.
A petite figure slowly appeared on stage, her appearance sweet and adorable.
Xiao Wanwan!
Currently one of Dragon Country’s hottest celebrities, an ultra-popular loli idol who had taken the nation by storm with her cuteness. Countless otaku fans worshipped her, but her fanbase wasn’t limited to just men—she also had a massive following of older sisters and even mom fans.
The moment Xiao Wanwan appeared, the venue erupted.
"Xiao Wanwan! Xiao Wanwan!"
"Wanwan, I’ll be your dog!"
The crowd went wild, much to the discomfort of Jiang Che, who sat in the VIP section.
If not for the triplets, he’d never have set foot in this kind of circus.
Xiao Chuan, meanwhile, instantly transformed into the ultimate doting father, waving around an oversized light sign that read [Go Wanwan!]—his earlier aloof demeanor completely shattered.
Jiang Che suddenly understood the system’s earlier description: Upon encountering his daughters, IQ drops by 90%.
A sly grin crept onto Jiang Che’s lips as an idea struck him.
If I could make all three triplets fall for me... and turn them against their old man, just imagining it makes me feel bad for him.
And manipulating naive little girls? That was Jiang Che’s specialty.
Ugh, these losers... The way they’re looking at me is disgusting. So gross!
So annoying, having to endure these filthy, greasy otaku fantasies. Bunch of perverted bugs.
Jiang Che suddenly caught a stray thought and froze in surprise.
He glanced at Yu Wan'er—he’d distinctly picked up the word "bugs," one of her signature insults.
But Yu Wan'er was currently waving her glow stick excitedly, clearly caught up in the concert’s energy.
Jiang Che’s gaze shifted back to the stage, settling on Xiao Wanwan.
Dressed in a black lace-trimmed gown, her porcelain-like skin flawless, paired with white thigh-high socks, she was the very picture of adorable.
Xiao Wanwan was greeting the audience with a sweet smile, microphone in hand.
Heh... Interesting. Very interesting. Heh heh heh—
Jiang Che lightly licked his lips. This Xiao Wanwan wasn’t as sweet and docile as she appeared.
She was another little brat—and even more of a purebred one than Yu Wan'er.
Yu Wan'er was cute, and while she’d occasionally call him a "stinky bug," she was still just a tsundere at heart—a fake brat.
But this Xiao Wanwan? A genuine, high-bred brat—smug, arrogant, and just begging to be taken down a peg. The real question was, what kind of special scenes would unfold once she was defeated?
Jiang Che was looking forward to it!
Sure, brats could be a headache, but the feeling of putting one in their place? Absolutely exhilarating.
His eyes flicked back to Yu Wan'er beside him.
This little dummy still hasn’t recognized me, waving her glow stick and cheering for Wanwan like an idiot.
Since you like Xiao Wanwan so much, how about I take her home and make her your sister?
I wonder if Yu Wan'er would even realize the danger. The moment it hits her—waking up to find her idol turned rival—now that’d be a scene worth seeing.
Jiang Che’s lips curled into a wicked smirk.
He was, admittedly, a bit of a bad guy—and he loved watching these kinds of explosive confrontations.
Yu Wan'er, still waving her sign and cheering, suddenly shivered for no reason, an inexplicable sense of dread creeping into her heart.
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...
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.”
Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"
