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!!!
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
