"Big sis, were you doing something naughty? Hehehe—"
With no one around, Xiao Wanwan let out a giggly laugh, wiggling her fingers... her lips curling into a smirk.
Xiao Sisi frowned and immediately gave Xiao Wanwan a light smack on the head.
"Be serious!"
"Wanwan, why did you come down? You should go back—the audience is still waiting for you..."
Xiao Wanwan rolled her eyes. "Sis, my concert’s already over, okay?"
Xiao Sisi froze. "Over? That fast?"
The girl covered her cherry-like lips in shock. Had she really spent nearly twenty minutes with that guy without realizing it?
Had time flown by that quickly? Or... had she been so lost in the moment that she lost track of time?
She didn’t dare dwell on it!
"You’re unbelievable. You’re supposed to be my manager, yet you were off enjoying yourself alone—so irresponsible," the girl muttered under her breath.
"Xiao Wanwan!!!"
Xiao Wanwan stuck out her tongue playfully and even pulled a face at Xiao Sisi.
The girl walked into the dressing room, stripping off her stage outfit as she spoke.
"Sis, when am I getting new songs? Since my debut, I’ve only had five. Tonight, I had to sing each one twice—thank goodness those dumb fish in the audience were obedient, or it would’ve been so awkward."
"Ugh—you wouldn’t believe it! Right as I was about to leave the stage, that blond idiot started heckling, asking when I’d release new songs. I was so mad!!!"
Xiao Wanwan quickly stripped down to just her blue-and-white striped panties, her skin as smooth and fair as milk.
But the view was fleeting—she soon slipped into fresh clothes.
"Huh? What did you say?" Xiao Sisi’s heart skipped a beat. That blond guy had to be the same one who’d kissed her earlier.
"I... I said the new album would definitely drop next month," Xiao Wanwan admitted, scratching her head awkwardly.
Xiao Sisi’s expression darkened. "What gave you that confidence? Do you even know what day it is? It’s the end of the month already! You think you can write a whole song in a month? Don’t make promises you can’t keep!"
She looked at Xiao Wanwan with exasperation.
"Relax, sis. Worst case, we just call Xiao Chuan. He’s the richest man in the world, remember? If we sweet-talk him with a couple of ‘daddies,’ he’ll be putty in our hands. You think the world’s wealthiest man can’t hire a few top-tier composers?"
Xiao Wanwan had changed into her casual clothes now. On stage, she dressed in soft pinks, playing the adorable, heart-melting idol. But offstage, her style was darker—giving off a cool, rebellious vibe.
Xiao Sisi sighed helplessly, glancing down at the business card in her hand.
She couldn’t help but wonder—could this blond kid, Jiang Che, really write good songs?
Sure, his performance of Father had stunned everyone, but... no composer could guarantee every song would be a hit.
Whatever. The first one was free anyway. Might as well let him try. If it sucked, she could just drop him.
But if it was good... Wait, didn’t he say he wanted her to be his girlfriend?
Instantly, Xiao Sisi’s cheeks flushed pink.
In the past, she would’ve rejected any confession outright.
But her first kiss... had already been stolen by that guy. Xiao Sisi was a traditional girl at heart—once she gave her first kiss to someone, she was pretty much set on them.
Hmph, let’s see if your song’s any good first. Then I’ll decide whether to give you another chance!
Xiao Sisi was already mentally preparing herself.
"Eh? Sis, why’s your face red?"
"N-no reason!"
......
Jiang Che leaned back, savoring the lingering sweetness of the moment.
Hey, hey, Jiang Che—can you hear me? You pervert, did you go fooling around again? I can smell another girl on you.
Jiang Che’s lips twitched. Yu Wan'er’s nose was way too sharp—she always caught him flirting with other girls.
Yeah, so what? Jealous?
Hearing his teasing tone, Yu Wan'er completely lost it.
Her delicate face darkened. She knew Jiang Che wasn’t just messing with her—he was serious!
You creep! You were messing with Xiao Wanwan just now, weren’t you?!
Yu Wan'er’s jealousy was off the charts. She didn’t even need to drink water—she was already full from all the vinegar she’d swallowed over Jiang Che!
Tsk tsk, Wan'er, didn’t you say you loved Xiao Wanwan the most? I’ve still got her cherry-flavored lip gloss on me. Wanna taste?
Yu Wan'er’s mind short-circuited, steam practically rising from her head in frustration.
"Wan'er, what’s wrong?" Ye Mengyao noticed her friend’s odd state and asked gently.
"N-nothing! I was just thinking... if that pervert Jiang Che were here, would he be bold enough to hit on Xiao Wanwan?"
Yu Wan'er’s words made Ye Mengyao pause. Then her gaze flicked toward the blond-haired Jiang Che.
It really is Jiang Che? Why’d you dye your hair blond?
Clearly, Ye Mengyao wasn’t dumb. The way Yu Wan'er and Jiang Che had been eyeing each other made it obvious.
Jiang Che simply sent her a telepathic whisper: Shh.
So it was Jiang Che!!!
But how had his singing gotten so good?
A flood of questions swirled in the girl’s mind.
Ye Mengyao understood—if Jiang Che was here, they’d probably be gaining another "sister" soon.
"Wan'er, isn’t Xiao Wanwan your favorite? Once Jiang Che wins her over, we can all be ‘sisters in arms’ with a superstar."
Ye Mengyao took Yu Wan'er’s hand reassuringly.
Ew, no! Who wants to be sisters with her? I like Xiao Wanwan, but I don’t need another rival!!!
Yu Wan'er’s usual perky hair antenna drooped. She knew it—there was no stopping Jiang Che from adding Xiao Wanwan to his harem. And probably more.
Life was hard. Yu Wan'er sighed.
Jiang Che... you won’t abandon me, right?
The girl’s heart whispered silently. Despite her frequent tantrums, she was the one who needed Jiang Che the most.
She’d grown so used to him—her tiny heart had only ever let one man in. His playfulness made her insecure, but deep down... she loved him desperately.
Just as she was spiraling, a gentle voice brushed against her mind.
How could I ever leave you? Little troublemaker, looking for a reason to sulk again?
. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
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.
Explosive Plot Song Gua crossed over into another world, bringing along a whole crew of his doppelgangers—all of them mischief-makers. This was a world where everyone could choose a class. Song Gua became a "Bondweaver," capable of borrowing power, while his doppelgangers took on a wide variety of classes, covering just about everything. The number of doppelgangers grew day by day, each one a talented individual with a charming way of speaking. Under Song Gua's brilliant leadership, they would "greet" each other daily and engage in friendly "sparring," pulling off one major scheme after another on Earth. Sometimes they were bandits—stealing bosses, plundering mines, snatching resources. Sometimes they were saviors—descending like divine warriors to face world bosses threatening to massacre cities. Sometimes they even went undercover, infiltrating various major factions to stir up trouble from within, keeping their enemies constantly on edge. To prevent their doppelganger abilities from being exposed, Song Gua made them wear masks with mahjong tile patterns and don Taoist robes in various colors. "Remember, in front of outsiders, call me 'The Dice.'" "Got it! Boss!" "Not 'Boss'—it's 'The Dice.' Think about the vibe, pay attention to the vibe." "Yes! Boss!" "For crying out loud..." From then on, whenever they appeared, they would have their own theme song playing: ~Hey~ paying respects at the mountain stronghold at night~ whose arm is draped over whose shoulder~ gather your courage and follow along...
o a martial world and obtained a system that allowed him to draw one entry per year. Unfortunately, all he drew were useless white-tier entries. The probability for high-quality entries was extremely low, with the highest-tier mythic entry having a mere 0.001% chance! To increase the probability, he had to improve his martial realm, but he lacked the innate talent for cultivation. At the age of eighteen, Chen Yi fell into the hands of a gang and was forced into hard labor. Just as his life seemed destined for a bleak end, on his 18th entry draw, he actually pulled a mythic entry—Simulator! In the simulation, he could also draw one entry every year that passed, and upon ending the simulation, he would inherit all entries and his martial realm! In his first simulation, Chen Yi struggled desperately just to survive, knowing that living one more year meant one more entry draw! Finally, with hair turned white, he drew the entry he had longed for—Low-Grade Innate Talent! "Hahaha! Don't bully the old and poor! Time to cultivate and inherit my cultivation base!" ... From then on, Chen Yi continuously simulated and drew entries, his martial realm soaring higher and higher! Epic, legendary, and even mythic entries were gathered into his collection one after another! "What demon race or devil race? What dark turmoil? I don't know anything about that. They just charged at me screaming 'How can you possibly ascend to immortality?!' and got stuck to my fists, unable to be shaken off. Blind spots, speed bumps... go talk to my simulator. We're all struggling to survive out here. I'm trying so hard, so how are they still alive?"
