Looking at Jiang Che with his dyed blond hair, Yu Wan'er felt utterly exasperated.
Just the sight of his blond locks gave her a headache. The last time Jiang Che went on a date with 'Xiao Wanwan,' he had sported the same blond hair, and Yu Wan'er had spent the entire day trailing behind them, seething with jealousy.
Now, he had brought back that familiar blond look.
"You jerk! Are you going to flirt with girls again?!"
"Wait, no... their dad is right beside them. I heard Xiao Chuan is the ultimate doting father. Aren’t you afraid he’ll fight you if you dare flirt with his daughter right in front of him?"
Yu Wan'er glanced at Xiao Chuan. She recognized him—the world’s richest man, after all. At the same time, a hint of curiosity and gossipy anticipation flickered in her eyes. Surely, he wouldn’t dare flirt with someone’s daughter right in front of her father, would he?
"Not necessarily!"
Jiang Che smirked mischievously. Sure, Xiao Chuan was influential, but that depended on who you compared him to.
Either way, he was keeping the blond hair.
With that, he took Yu Wan'er’s hand and strode toward Xiao Chuan.
......
Xiao Chuan was busy indulging his daughters in a shopping spree when he spotted Jiang Che walking toward him.
His eyes narrowed slightly.
Wasn’t that Jiang Yuan’s son?
As the world’s wealthiest man, Xiao Chuan had an extensive network, and he was well-acquainted with the Jiang family of Hangzhou.
They belonged to the same elite class—at least, that’s how Xiao Chuan saw it.
But recently, rumors had circulated about this young heir’s less-than-stellar reputation—playboy tendencies, surrounded by beautiful women.
If that were true… he’d have to keep his daughters far, far away from him.
Especially when Xiao Chuan caught sight of Jiang Che’s blond hair. Instantly, his impression of the young man plummeted to rock bottom. He despised that look.
He was tempted to grab his three daughters and leave immediately, but Jiang Che’s gaze had already locked onto him.
Xiao Chuan: "......"
Now that they’d made eye contact, pretending not to know each other was out of the question. After all, he and Jiang Che’s father, Jiang Yuan, had been business partners.
"Damn it, what terrible luck," Xiao Chuan cursed inwardly.
Still, he led his daughters toward Jiang Che.
"Hahaha, if it isn’t Young Master Jiang!"
Xiao Chuan’s hearty voice rang out, and his three daughters turned to look.
The moment Xiao Sisi saw Jiang Che, her breathing hitched slightly.
Memories of their previous date—those blush-inducing moments—flooded back, vivid as if they’d happened yesterday.
"Sister, what’s wrong?" Xiao An'an poked her sister’s arm, blinking her big, innocent eyes.
As twins, she could sense her sister’s emotional turbulence with uncanny clarity.
"N-nothing," Xiao Sisi murmured, lowering her head—though her eyes kept darting back to Jiang Che.
[Huh? That’s strange. Why is Jiang Che out shopping with his cousin again?]
Xiao Sisi recalled their last date. She’d always felt there was something… off about how close Jiang Che and that adorable little cousin of his seemed.
...
"Oh? Mr. Xiao Chuan? Are these three young ladies… your daughters?"
Jiang Che wasted no time steering the conversation toward them.
Xiao Chuan’s expression stiffened. Oh no. Was this blond brat targeting his daughters?
For a split second, panic gripped the old man’s heart.
But he forced himself to stay composed, introducing each of his daughters to Jiang Che.
"This is my eldest, Xiao Sisi..."
"This is the young master of the Hangzhou Jiang family and the current chairman of Yuanche Pharmaceutical. Quite the accomplished young man!"
Xiao Sisi took small, hesitant steps toward Jiang Che, her heart pounding so hard she thought it might leap out of her chest. Her cheeks burned crimson, and she couldn’t bring herself to meet his eyes.
[Wow, the young master of the Jiang family, and a chairman too! And he writes songs… so talented. He really is a hidden gem.]
Xiao Chuan frowned. Was it his imagination, or did his eldest daughter seem to know Jiang Che?
"Miss Xiao Sisi, it’s a pleasure to meet you."
Jiang Che’s lips curled into a smirk as he took her delicate hand in his.
Instantly, Xiao Sisi’s face turned even redder, steam practically rising from her flustered head.
Xiao Chuan’s eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets.
[You damn brat, who said you could hold my daughter’s hand?!]
[Ugh!!! You disgusting, filthy male! Get your dirty hands off my sister!]
Xiao Wanwan tensed up too. As an extreme siscon, no matter how handsome Jiang Che was… he couldn’t hold a candle to even a single strand of her sister’s hair!
Wait—no, her sister didn’t have body hair!
"I-it’s nice to meet you too," Xiao Sisi whispered, her voice soft and sweet—the epitome of a well-mannered girl.
After shaking Xiao Sisi’s hand, Jiang Che turned his attention to Xiao Wanwan and Xiao An'an.
Tsk tsk. Standing together, the three sisters were a breathtaking sight.
Absolutely lethal. Triplet beauties… who could resist?
"You must be… Xiao Wanwan, right? I’ve heard of you—the superstar!"
Xiao Wanwan glanced at Jiang Che’s outstretched hand, then turned her face away with a haughty sniff, her expression dripping with disdain.
"No thanks!"
[Hmph! Don’t think your looks will win me over. A lowly trash like you isn’t worthy of touching me!]
Jiang Che wasn’t fazed. He simply chuckled, giving Xiao Wanwan a sidelong glance.
This bratty little miss was acting high and mighty now… just wait till he made her call him "Daddy."
"Wanwan! Don’t be rude. Young Master Jiang’s father and I go way back..."
Though Xiao Chuan scolded her outwardly, inwardly, he was cheering.
[Wanwan, well done!]
"Oh? So the famously sweet and gentle superstar Xiao Wanwan has a diva side?" Jiang Che mused aloud.
"I’m not being a diva! I’m just not in a good mood today," Xiao Wanwan retorted.
"Tsk. And here I thought you were different. I even wrote a song for you… I’m a devoted fan, you know. Is this how you treat your supporters?"
Jiang Che’s tone carried a hint of melancholy.
But Xiao Wanwan froze at his words.
He… wrote a song for her?
Was "Invisible Wings" his work?
Her gaze flicked to Xiao Sisi, who stepped forward and nodded gently.
"Wanwan, Jiang Che is the mystery composer behind your song. He wrote and composed 'Invisible Wings' himself."
Boom.
Xiao Wanwan felt as if she’d been struck by lightning.
Now she knew—the man who’d written her song was the same one who’d gone on a date with her sister.
So it was him! The scoundrel who’d tainted her sister was standing right in front of her!
In an instant, Xiao Wanwan’s composure shattered.
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.”
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
e school belle recognized by the whole school, a genius girl from the kendo club. She also has a hidden identity, the youngest legendary demon hunter. Chen Shuo just transmigrated and found himself turned into a weak, helpless little vampire. He was caught by Su Xiyen and taken home at the very beginning. Since then, Chen Shuo's life creed only had two items. "First, classmate Su Xiyen is always right." "Second, if classmate Su Xiyen is wrong, please refer back to item one." Many years later, Chen Shuo, who had turned back into a human, led a pair of twins to appear in front of all the vampires to share the secret of how he turned back into a human. "It's simple, I tricked a female demon hunter into becoming my wife!"
