When Jiang Che pulled out his phone, Yu Wan'er's heart instinctively skipped a beat.
She had already sensed that something was off!
That perverted jerk Jiang Che loved secretly recording or taking photos with his phone—she still remembered their first encounter vividly.
She had developed an instinctive fear of this man.
Sure enough, the next second, a familiar voice played from Jiang Che's phone.
"I’ve fallen for you, so what? You bastard pervert... You’re just tired of me, aren’t you???"
"Wuwuwu... Jiang Che, please don’t leave me, okay? I’ll be good..."
Yu Wan'er's tearful voice echoed from the phone.
This was from a moment at the Jiang Family residence when Yu Wan'er, slightly tipsy, had poured her heart out to Jiang Che—only for him to record it.
"Jiang Che!!! When did you record this?"
Yu Wan'er's voice instantly rose several decibels as she squirmed in his arms.
This was too much! She didn’t even remember saying those things, and with Ye Mengyao and Qin Qiaoqiao present at the Jiang Family villa, she was utterly mortified!
"Give me your phone—delete it now!!!"
But alas, petite as she was, Yu Wan'er stood no chance against Jiang Che. Her struggles were nothing more than playful resistance to him.
Jiang Che chuckled lightly before tapping open a few more videos.
They were the recordings of Yu Wan'er sneaking a peek at exam papers—footage Jiang Che had never deleted. Now that he’d dug them up again, Yu Wan'er was fuming.
"Why haven’t you deleted these yet??? You disgusting pervert!"
Enraged, the girl clamped her teeth onto Jiang Che's arm like a little bulldog, refusing to let go.
Watching Yu Wan'er’s antics, Ye Mengyao and Qin Qiaoqiao couldn’t help but laugh.
Hearing their giggles, Yu Wan'er’s face burned even redder. She buried her head into Jiang Che’s shoulder, her small fangs sinking into him as her blush spread down to her neck. She was beyond embarrassed.
Meanwhile, Huangdoufen, who had been playing with her tail, glanced up with her big, beautiful eyes, a hint of curiosity flickering in them.
For her, the concept of jealousy didn’t exist yet.
Just then, the front door swung open, and a graceful figure stepped in.
It was Qiangwei, freshly returned from a competition.
Bai Qiangwei had gradually made a name for herself in Dragon Country’s piano scene. Her talent was extraordinary—within just a few months, she had reached a level others couldn’t achieve in decades.
"Jiang Che gege? I missed you so much~~~"
With one shoe still on and her backpack tossed aside, the girl rushed over and clung to Jiang Che.
With one arm still holding Yu Wan'er, Jiang Che used his free hand to remove Qiangwei’s remaining shoe and sock.
"How was the competition? Did you win anything?" His voice dripped with affection.
"Of course! I took first place in the provincial round..." She beamed, tilting her chin up as if waiting for his praise.
Bai Qiangwei was genuinely emotional. Had Jiang Che gege not entered her life, she might still have been a mercenary—or worse, dead in some forgotten corner.
But meeting him had changed everything. He introduced her to a world of new experiences, reshaping her destiny.
If her life before 19 had been bleak, Jiang Che was the light that illuminated it, painting her world with color.
"Not bad. You’ve got about 30% of my flair," Jiang Che teased, crossing his legs while idly toying with Bai Qiangwei’s flawless, delicate feet—one perk of being a martial artist: no foot odor!
"Please, Jiang Che gege, my skills are nothing compared to yours. Even my teacher raves about you... I’m still lightyears away."
Bai Qiangwei knew her limits. The stronger her piano skills grew, the more she realized the sheer brilliance of Jiang Che’s god-tier mastery.
"Oh, right! After this competition, I’ll be attending Z University as a special student!" She smiled brightly.
Jiang Che’s lips twitched.
Bai Qiangwei joining Z University? Ridiculous!
Among the top five beauties at Z University, four were already Jiang Che’s: Ye Mengyao, Shen Yu, Qin Qiaoqiao, and Yu Wan'er.
Of course, all four girls were naturally stunning, scoring at least 95/100 in looks. After being nourished by Jiang Che’s youth-preserving elixir, their beauty had reached perfection.
Aesthetically, they were evenly matched—but Ye Mengyao had the added allure of being the wealthy heiress of the Ye Family. Who could resist a rich, beautiful socialite?
Next was the icy genius scholar—no one could say no to a cold, untouchable prodigy.
Qin Qiaoqiao was the classic girl-next-door type.
And then there was Yu Wan'er. The main reason she ranked lower? Z University’s beauty poll was ID-public. Few wanted others knowing they were into a petite, tsundere girl!
Once Bai Qiangwei enrolled, she’d undoubtedly claim a spot in the top five—and Jiang Che’s reputation would skyrocket again.
......
Ji Family Residence.
"Get out! I said get out!!!"
Ji Ningxue was on the verge of a breakdown. She couldn’t believe it—why the hell was Xiao Chen back? Hadn’t they signed the divorce papers?
Xiao Chen stood firm, his gaze filled with sorrow as he looked at her.
He had given up on Ji Ningxue. No matter what he did, he could never hold onto her—because she had never loved him. Not once.
And that was that.
But it didn’t matter anymore. He had found true love elsewhere.
"Ningxue! Mind your tone!"
A middle-aged woman stepped forward, her hair elegantly swept to one side—Zhao Li, Ji Ningxue’s mother.
Though Zhao Li was nearing 50, her skincare routine had kept her relatively youthful. Wrinkles were visible, but traces of her former beauty lingered.
(Not that Jiang Che would ever be interested—he preferred the vibrant energy of 20-year-olds.)
Ji Ningxue froze. "Mom... What’s going on?"
She was utterly baffled, as if unable to trust her own eyes.
Zhao Li sighed.
"Sweetheart, I’ve realized lately that I’ve been unfair to Xiao Chen. He’s actually quite a decent, honest young man."
Ji Ningxue’s jaw nearly dropped.
"Mom!!! You—you two?!"
If she didn’t get it now, she’d be an idiot.
Xiao Chen had pulled off a home-wrecking move post-divorce—and somehow charmed her mother into siding with him?!
Doesn't that mean... I'll have to accept a father in name?
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
esick Sect? Well, at least it's considered a respectable orthodox sect. Wait a minute— What kind of vibe are you all giving off? Shouldn’t this be a love-struck, romance-obsessed sect? Why does everyone here sound more like demonic cultivators? "Master, today he’s getting married. This disciple wishes to descend the mountain and crash the wedding, then toy with him to death right in front of his wife..." "Elder, I only got into your sect through connections, so why won’t you teach me anything?" "Because I also became an elder through connections." Thankfully, Su Ji was just an outer sect labor disciple. Surely, nothing too crazy would— "Junior Brother, you’ve broken through to Qi Refining. Once you sever your useless spiritual root, you can officially become an outer sect disciple." "The Great Dao is merciless. Don’t let a worthless spiritual root waste your essence and spirit, hindering your cultivation." Is this really the Lovesick Sect? ... Three years later, Su Ji sat in the seat of the Lovesick Sect’s sect master, sighing with emotion. His rise to this position all started when his junior sister adamantly insisted on preserving his "spiritual root." "Mmm... Senior Brother, what’s our relationship now?" "Stop talking. Keep going." "By the way, that newly promoted top-tier sect—didn’t they come to buy our Love Beans?" "One top-grade spirit stone per Love Bean—is that really so expensive?" "I suspect they’ve eaten too many Love Beans." "Now they’re lovesick." Well, this really is the Lovesick Sect after all.
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'!"
reezy rom-com) Good news: Jiang Liu is quite the ladies' man. Bad news: He’s lost his memory. Lying in a hospital bed, Jiang Liu listens to a parade of goddesses spouting "absurd claims," feeling like the world is one giant game of Werewolf. "Jiang Liu, I’m your first love." "Jiang Liu, you’re my boyfriend—she’s your ex." "Jiang Liu, we’re close friends who’ve shared a bed, remember?" "Jiang Liu, I want to have your baby." The now-lucid Jiang Liu is convinced this must be some elaborate scam... until someone drops the bombshell: "The day before you lost your memory, you confessed your feelings—and got into a relationship." Jiang Liu is utterly baffled. So... who the hell is his actual girlfriend?! ... Before recovering his memories, Jiang Liu must navigate this minefield of lies and sincerity, fighting to protect himself from these women’s schemes. But things spiral even further out of control as more people show up at his doorstep—each with increasingly unhinged antics. On the bright side, the memories he lost due to overwhelming trauma seem to be resurfacing. Great news, right? So why are they all panicking now?
