Xiao Chuan was truly tormented!
Every single lyric of the song "Father" was ruthlessly dissing him!
When his triplet daughters needed paternal love the most, he wasn’t there!
He could hardly imagine how his three girls had huddled together for warmth just to survive those times. The mere thought of it suffocated him.
What if, during their upbringing, they had encountered some deranged human trafficker who lured his precious daughters into some dark little room...
He recalled the first time he saw his daughters—starting with his eldest, Xiao Sisi, who was working as a waitress in a restaurant at the time.
Xiao Chuan had already been the wealthiest man in Dragon Country 15 years ago!!!
Yet his own three daughters were still struggling desperately just to survive!
Overwhelming regret drowned him.
Every line of "Father" felt like being roasted over an open flame!
"The child you worried about has grown up..."
"Thank you for being there all along~~~"
Jiang Che’s final lyric delivered a fatal blow to Xiao Chuan.
"Being there all along"... What a joke! Him, an unfit father... Ha!
Xiao Chuan let out a self-mocking laugh as tears rolled down his aged face.
He was nearly fifty—hadn’t he seen all the storms life could throw at him? He hadn’t even shed a tear when he was on the verge of bankruptcy.
But now, guilt had reduced him to tears.
"My fault, all my fault. If only I’d found my daughters sooner, ha—"
Xiao Chuan’s composure had completely shattered.
As Jiang Che’s singing gradually faded, "Father" had evoked two extremes.
The audience of tens of thousands was moved to tears—and so was Xiao Chuan, though his were tears of self-reproach.
Even Ye Mengyao and Qin Qiaoqiao were deeply affected. Though they didn’t burst into sobs, their eyes were red and puffy.
"That blond guy sings pretty well," Yu Wan'er muttered under her breath.
But something about him felt familiar. Despite the dyed blond hair... his flippant mannerisms and subtle gestures reminded her of Jiang Che.
Among Jiang Che’s harem, Yu Wan'er knew him more... intimately than most. As the petite loli who received his "special attention," no one understood him better than her.
To put it bluntly, even if she were blindfolded and kissed by a hundred different men, she could pick out Jiang Che with pinpoint accuracy.
"Could it really be him? No way... I’d better call him!"
Narrowing her eyes, Yu Wan'er stealthily pulled out her phone to dial Jiang Che’s number.
But the next second, her tiny hand was caught by Ye Mengyao, who then pulled her into a hug.
"Wan'er, don’t worry... There are plenty of people in this world who love you. Jiang Che and I both adore you," Ye Mengyao said softly, her own eyes slightly swollen as she comforted the girl.
Coming from a single-parent household with only her adoptive mother, Yu Weiwei, Yu Wan'er had never experienced a father’s love.
Ye Mengyao worried the song might have wounded the little loli’s fragile heart.
Seizing the moment, Qin Qiaoqiao also embraced Yu Wan'er. She was genuinely grateful to Jiang Che—without him, she’d never have had the chance to "share hardships" with such an adorable little creature.
Trapped between two stunning beauties, Yu Wan'er wore an expression of utter resignation.
She wasn’t actually upset! The song hadn’t stirred any profound sadness in her, nor had it made her dwell on the abstract concept of paternal love.
At most, she’d spared a thought for her mom—aside from Jiang Che, no other man had ever loved her. If she had to name a father figure... Jiang Che?
The little loli immediately started mentally roasting him again.
"Oh right, almost forgot the main thing—calling Jiang Che!"
Enduring the suffocating embrace, even as Qin Qiaoqiao planted a kiss on her soft cheek, Yu Wan'er dialed Jiang Che’s number.
And then—!!!
The blond guy on stage suddenly had his phone ring.
Yu Wan'er: "???"
A coincidence?
No freaking way!!!
She refused to believe in such an absurd coincidence!
Originally, she’d called just to test her suspicion—after all, she never thought Jiang Che could sing this well.
But who could’ve guessed... the guy on stage actually had his phone ring?!
Her tiny hands trembled slightly as she glanced at Ye Mengyao and Qin Qiaoqiao—neither seemed to have noticed.
She decided to call again. If it rang once more... then it was definitely him.
But just as she was about to redial, a voice she knew all too well whispered in her ear.
[Yu Wan'er, if you keep calling, I’ll make sure you regret it.]
!!!!!!!!!
It WAS Jiang Che!
Shock aside, questions flooded her mind.
Why was Jiang Che here?
Since when could he sing so well?
Why...
Wait!
Her gaze accidentally landed on Xiao Wanwan on stage.
It all made sense now!
Given Jiang Che’s shameless horndog nature, there was a 100,000,000% chance he had his eyes on Xiao Wanwan.
She knew him too well—he’d never attend a concert just for fun. He always had an ulterior motive!
But then another question arose—how did Jiang Che even know about Xiao Wanwan?
Mind Reading!!!
He must’ve eavesdropped on her, Ye Mengyao, and the others at home, then decided to swoop in.
[You pervert! You disgusting, shameless, mega-horndog!]
[You’re after Xiao Wanwan, aren’t you? You absolute scumbag!]
Yu Wan'er and Jiang Che had long since reached a state of... profound intimacy. Their souls were perfectly synchronized.
Knowing Jiang Che could read her mind, she mentally lashed out at him without restraint.
[Heh, behave, little one.]
Jiang Che’s teasing voice echoed back.
Her face paled. So... he really was targeting Xiao Wanwan.
This was bad. Once Jiang Che set his sights on a woman, escape was nearly impossible.
[Wait... Xiao Wanwan’s a triplet, right? With two sisters... Don’t tell me you—want all three?!]
[Oh? Three, you say? Haha... Thanks for the tip, Wan'er. I’ll definitely claim this trio. You’ll have new sisters soon!]
Yu Wan'er’s heart sank. Why had she opened her big mouth?! She might’ve only had to deal with one, but now it was three!
She could’ve kicked herself.
[You filthy scumbag! Cheating bastard! Perverted breeding pig! Stop reading my mind!!!]
Yu Wan'er was officially broken.
Her eyes locked onto Xiao Wanwan on stage, an acidic jealousy bubbling up inside.
Xiao Wanwan used to be her favorite idol, but now... just looking at that face filled her with rage!
This was SO infuriating!!!
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.”
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!
g Yu was preparing for retirement when her organization decided to eliminate her. She transmigrated to a zombie apocalypse world. However, a tiny unexpected situation occurred: She somehow transformed into an adorable little girl?!
