After sorting out her thoughts, Ji Ningxue was so furious she nearly fainted.
She felt like killing someone!
Suddenly, she recalled the words Xiao Chen had cursed at her during their recent divorce—"I fck your mom!"
Turns out, it wasn’t just an insult? He actually went and did it!!!
"Xiao Chen!!! I know you hate me, but how dare you humiliate me through my mother?!"
Xiao Chen’s expression was serious. After spending time with Auntie Zhao, he had come to realize something—he had fallen head over heels for this woman nearing her fifties, and it had completely awakened him!
Why had he been so obsessed with being a live-in son-in-law for the Ji family?
Over the past three years, who had mocked and tormented him the most in the Ji household?
Not Ji Ningxue, nor the gossipers, but his vicious mother-in-law, Zhao Li!
As for Ji Ningxue... at most, she was just an unattainable regret. But this cruel mother-in-law had already carved a place in his heart.
Three years—and it turned out true love had been right beside him all along!!!
Zhao Li, with a melancholic expression, walked over to Ji Ningxue and gently took her daughter’s small hand.
"My dear, your father passed away early. I’ve been a widow for 15 years, and no one has ever touched my heart..."
"Just... let your mother indulge this once, alright?"
"Of course, Xiao Chen and I will travel the world, wandering wherever we please. We won’t bother you."
With that, Zhao Li grabbed Xiao Chen’s hand, and the two walked out of the Ji household.
Ji Ningxue: "......"
She was utterly dumbfounded!
What could she do? Zhao Li was still her mother, after all.
She couldn’t possibly turn against her own mother, could she?
But the thought of Xiao Chen daring to lay a finger on her mother made her blood boil.
After stewing in anger, she dialed Jiang Che’s number.
......
"Pfft—"
"Ningxue-jie, what did you just say? Xiao Chen is dating your mom?!"
Jiang Che, who had been drinking water, spat it all out—right onto Yu Wan'er’s face. The little lolita’s expression darkened as she glared at him coldly.
But then she thought about it... since she and Jiang Che were already intimate, she might as well not mind his germs.
"That’s right, Jiang Che! What should I do? Xiao Chen is definitely trying to get back at me by using my mother! We just got divorced, and now he’s whisked her away!"
Ji Ningxue’s voice was clearly frantic.
For some reason, though, Jiang Che felt an overwhelming urge to laugh.
But he had undergone rigorous training—he wouldn’t crack.
"Ningxue-jie, don’t worry. I’ll make sure to break them up."
Jiang Che’s eyes narrowed slightly. Did Xiao Chen really think he could become his father-in-law? What a joke!
Still, he had to admit—he respected Xiao Chen’s audacity. He had met Ji Ningxue’s mother before, but that woman was pushing fifty, probably even menopausal. Definitely not his type.
Now, if it were a thirty-something milf with a lolita daughter? That might’ve piqued his interest. But Zhao Li? She was old enough to be his grandma! He wasn’t into that kind of kink.
"Seriously... did I trigger some hidden fetish in that live-in son-in-law? Since when does the script go like this? Ditching the wife for the evil mother-in-law?!"
Jiang Che internally facepalmed.
He’d read hundreds, if not thousands, of live-in son-in-law novels, but Xiao Chen was by far the most outrageous protagonist he’d ever encountered.
This guy had to be stopped.
...
"Big sis, I watched the replay of your concert—you were amazing!"
The youngest of the Xiao triplets, Xiao An'an, spoke with sparkling eyes.
Xiao Wanwan removed her baseball cap, resting a hand on her bat. The petite girl looked almost comical next to the oversized equipment as she side-eyed her sister.
"An'an, did you pass your makeup exams? Weren’t you a straight-A student? How did you fail four courses last semester? Slacking off?"
Hands on her hips, Xiao Wanwan tried to act authoritative despite her own tiny stature.
Xiao An'an’s face fell.
"Sis... stop teasing me, okay? I wasn’t slacking—I just couldn’t focus..."
Xiao Wanwan smirked.
She knew her sister all too well.
Freshman year, Xiao An'an had been a model student, even winning scholarships. But ever since being recognized by their billionaire father, Xiao Chuan, her grades had plummeted!
She skipped lectures, splurged recklessly, and ended up failing four classes. If not for the school bending rules out of respect for Xiao Chuan, she’d have been expelled.
Among the triplets:
- The eldest, Xiao Sisi, always addressed Xiao Chuan formally as "Mr. Xiao."
- Xiao Wanwan? In public, she called him "Dad." Privately? "Old man."
- But Xiao An'an? "Daddy this, Daddy that"—sweet-talking Xiao Chuan into showering her with cash.
Rumor had it she was the wealthiest of the three, with Xiao Chuan even gifting her 1% of his company’s shares.
What did that mean?
Xiao Chuan’s liquid assets alone neared a trillion. His total corporate empire? Multiple trillions. That 1% was no joke.
Xiao An'an had given up. Why work hard when you could just inherit a fortune?
"Big sis, I’m financially free now! I’m going to chase my dreams!"
"Do you know how much pressure I was under? Big sis dropped out to support me, then you quit school for the entertainment industry—leaving me as the only one still studying. But I don’t want to!!!"
She stomped her foot.
Few people loved studying for its own sake. For 99%, education was just a means to a job and money.
But she was already set for life—why suffer through classes?
If she had the money, why not do what she loved? Her passion? Food! She vowed to taste every delicacy on earth, master cooking, and become a top-tier chef.
So... she was dropping out to live her best life, leveraging Daddy Xiao Chuan’s resources to indulge in whatever she pleased.
The once-obedient little lolita was finally having her rebellious phase.
Xiao Wanwan sighed. She’d always known her sister wasn’t some innocent angel.
None of the Xiao triplets were well-behaved:
- The eldest, Xiao Sisi, seemed prim but hid a wild streak.
- Xiao Wanwan? A top-tier bratty lolita.
- And now, Xiao An'an—embracing her inner rebel.
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...
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.”
