Yu Wan'er was extremely reluctant, but she still followed Jiang Che with a pout. Sometimes she found it absurd that she had agreed to such a ridiculous request from that scoundrel Jiang Che.
"I... I'm warning you, don’t go too far in front of me!" The girl puffed up her cheeks, trying to sound intimidating. But clearly, Yu Wan'er’s attempt at intimidation fell flat—her tone was so soft it made people want to pinch her cheeks or even take a playful bite.
"What? I haven’t even done anything yet, and you’re already jealous?" Jiang Che chuckled and ruffled Yu Wan'er’s hair.
"N-no! You can go on dates with whoever you want!"
"Heh, then don’t start sulking later!"
Yu Wan'er: "......"
Looking at Jiang Che’s smug grin, she already knew... she wouldn’t need dinner tonight. The jealousy alone would fill her up.
"Oh, almost forgot! Watch me pull off the ‘bad boy’ look!"
With a wicked smirk, Jiang Che snapped his fingers, and his jet-black hair instantly transformed into a rebellious, stylish blond.
Yu Wan'er: "......"
---
Meanwhile, elsewhere.
"Sis, where are you going?"
Xiao Sisi was stopped in her tracks!
Xiao Wanwan stood with her hands on her hips, scrutinizing her sister with a suspicious glare.
Xiao Sisi panicked slightly. She couldn’t lie—after all, they were twins, and their telepathic bond was strong. The moment she told even a white lie, her sister would sense it immediately.
Luckily, Xiao Sisi had already prepared a cover story.
Ahem. "Wanwan, move aside. I’ve got a meeting with a top-tier composer in the music industry. If you hadn’t thrown a tantrum earlier... I wouldn’t be stuck cleaning up your mess."
Her tone was stern, laced with reproach.
Xiao Wanwan immediately deflated, shrinking her neck and sticking out her tongue. "Sis... I didn’t mean to..."
Of course, Xiao Sisi wasn’t lying—she had arranged to meet a renowned composer. But it wasn’t for business... it was for a date.
As Xiao Wanwan watched her sister walk away, she rubbed her chin thoughtfully.
"Huh? Sis is wearing such a pretty dress today... Isn’t that the little gown that old man Xiao Chuan gave her?"
"Oh no! I forgot to ask if the composer is a man or a woman!"
Xiao Wanwan slapped her thigh in alarm.
Her sister was adorable and gorgeous—naturally, she’d attract all kinds of unwanted attention. If the mysterious composer was a woman, fine. But what if it was some sleazy guy?
Wouldn’t that be a disaster?!
She couldn’t bear the thought of her precious sister being whisked away by some smelly, no-good man. No matter how talented he was, it wasn’t acceptable! Her sister belonged to her alone!
"Nooo—!" Xiao Wanwan clutched her face, breaking into a cold sweat.
No way. She had to follow her.
But just then, two well-dressed middle-aged women approached.
"Miss Wanwan, the variety show recording is about to start. You can’t leave yet..."
Xiao Wanwan’s eyes widened.
No, she needed to find her sister!
"Miss Wanwan, you can’t act spoiled now. What if someone catches you and accuses you of being a diva?"
"Besides, all the other guests are already on set, waiting just for you~"
The two women grabbed Xiao Wanwan by the arms and dragged her away.
Xiao Wanwan: "......"
She’d heard rumors—many songwriters and lyricists were total creeps. What if her sister ran into one of those perverts?
Just imagining certain unspeakable scenarios made her feel like she was suffocating.
"Sis—no, SIS! Wait, I’ll call Xiao Chuan and have him send someone to keep an eye on her!"
She immediately dialed Xiao Chuan’s number.
[Beep beep—The number you have dialed is currently unavailable. Please try again later~~~]
Xiao Wanwan was done.
"Damn you, old man! You promised to be a good father, and now you’re unreachable when it matters?!"
"If anything happens to Sis today, don’t ever expect me to call you ‘Dad’ again—!" Xiao Wanwan had no choice but to follow the TV crew to the recording.
---
Meanwhile, Jiang Che had already brought Yu Wan'er to meet Xiao Sisi.
Today, Xiao Sisi was dressed exceptionally beautifully—wearing the gown gifted by Xiao Chuan. The only problem? It was the exact same color as Yu Wan'er’s dress. Aside from minor style differences, they were practically identical.
A full-on outfit clash!
The two girls froze when they saw each other.
Yu Wan'er was fine—after all, she’d been by Jiang Che’s side long enough to witness all kinds of awkward situations. The Jiang household at night was more chaotic than an emperor’s harem!
But Xiao Sisi was mortified.
"Uh..."
Outfit clashes aren’t awkward—it’s the less attractive one who should feel awkward!
Xiao Sisi was undeniably pretty—a petite, soft, ultra-cute little lolita with looks scoring around 95/100. But next to Yu Wan'er... she paled in comparison.
After all, Yu Wan'er had been pampered by Jiang Che for over a year, her face slathered daily with luxury skincare.
Yu Wan'er sneakily glanced at Xiao Sisi. So this is the superstar Xiao Wanwan? Not as stunning as I expected...
On stage, she seemed dazzling, but in person? Not even cuter than me!
With that thought, Yu Wan'er’s lips curled smugly. Once again, she emerged victorious.
"H-hi! You’re Jiang Che’s cousin, right? I’m Xiao Wanwan!"
Xiao Sisi hesitated, but the girl in front of her was so adorable—she just wanted to hug her and squish her cheeks.
Yu Wan'er sighed internally. Time to put on the adorable little moe girl act again...
Instantly, her expression brightened, her face lighting up with an angelic smile.
"Wow! You’re the Xiao Wanwan? I’m your biggest fan—I love you so much!"
Yu Wan'er skipped over and grabbed Xiao Sisi’s hands.
In that instant, Xiao Sisi’s guard crumbled completely.
No one could resist a cute little lolita—and a girl like Yu Wan'er was lethal to both genders.
"N-nice to meet you too!"
Jiang Che facepalmed. Seriously? If I weren’t here, would these two just start a whole new yuri arc?
Sometimes, Jiang Che wondered if his real rivals weren’t other guys... but the girls inside his own circle. At this rate, his harem might end up belonging to Yu Wan'er!
Well, not on my watch. No yuri blossoms would bloom under Jiang Che’s reign—he’d crush them before they even had a chance.
"Alright, Miss Wanwan... This is our first date. Let’s make it memorable."
Jiang Che took Xiao Sisi's small hand in his, wearing a gentlemanly smile on his face.
Xiao Sisi's face flushed red, instinctively trying to pull her hand back, but Jiang Che's grip was surprisingly strong.
[Xiao Sisi: H-how can he just hold my hand right away? His sister is right here... This is so embarrassing!]
[Yu Wan'er: You bastard!!! Acting like this is your first time? Screw your "first date"! Are me and Yaoyao not even human to you? So disgusting! So disgusting!!!]
Yu Wan'er immediately felt the pressure, jealousy bubbling up inside her. Yet she forced herself to hold back—she wanted to see exactly how Jiang Che planned to charm another girl.
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!
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?!
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.”
