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?
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?!
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!
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
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.”
