Yu Wan'er had no doubts about Jiang Che's abilities.
Every woman who caught the eye of this scoundrel... would inevitably fall prey to his charms in the end.
Take herself, for example. A year ago, she could never have imagined her current life. Back then, she had only wanted to be a little freeloader, trailing behind her young mistress Ye Mengyao, content with just the scraps from her table.
But now, she lived a pampered life, indulged in luxury—though the "meat" she got these days was a bit tough to chew.
By Jiang Che's side, she had witnessed countless aloof and proud girls succumb to his advances and fall for him.
Xiao Wanwan might act all high and mighty now, but if Jiang Che decided to make a move... there was no doubt he could make her fall head over heels for him too.
"Heh... Why aren’t you jealous anymore, my little vinegar jar?" Jiang Che chuckled, ruffling Yu Wan'er's hair.
"What’s the point of being jealous? Even if I were, you’d never change, you playboy!" The girl puffed up her cheeks in frustration. She truly had no way to handle Jiang Che anymore.
And yet, against all reason, she had fallen for such a philandering man. Now, she could only indulge him without limits.
"Don’t worry. Once I win Xiao Wanwan over and make her fall for me... you can mock her all you want. I won’t take sides."
Hearing this, Yu Wan'er couldn’t help but smirk. She could already picture Xiao Wanwan, green with envy, crying into her pillow at night while she herself stood triumphantly with hands on her hips, gloating. Just the thought of it made her giddy.
Lost in her fantasies, the girl dozed off on Jiang Che’s lap.
Her delicate, doll-like face was free of makeup, yet stunningly beautiful. Her cherry lips occasionally twitched, and a trickle of drool escaped, soaking Jiang Che’s pants.
"You... really are a leaky faucet." Jiang Che sighed. Yu Wan'er’s mouth was like a broken tap—every time she slept, her pillow ended up drenched.
Luckily, he was rich enough to afford disposable pillows and bedsheets.
Gazing down, Jiang Che gently pinched her soft, plump cheek.
"Mmm... Stinky Jiang Che, I’ll bite you..."
Even in her dreams, she was thinking of him? Jiang Che’s eyes darkened slightly as he pulled out a tissue to wipe the drool from her lips.
......
At the Xiao residence.
"Sisi! Did you see? His name isn’t ‘Jiang Che’—his real name is Jiang Che, the young master of the Jiang family in Hangzhou and the current chairman of Yuanche Group!"
Xiao Chuan had gone out of his way to investigate Jiang Che, hoping to disillusion his eldest daughter.
But the more he dug, the more horrified he became.
This bastard was a womanizer! He had ties with Qiangsheng Group’s beauty CEO Leng Ningqiu, LingChe Group’s Gu Lingfei, and even Ji Ningxue from the Ji family!
Not to mention the young mistress of the Ye family... The list went on, making his scalp tingle.
And rumor had it even the maids in the Jiang household were stunning goddesses!
Of course, he wasn’t jealous of Jiang Che’s harem—wealthy men often had multiple women, and he’d had his fill of money and beauty in his youth.
But to say he wasn’t envious at all would be a lie. After all, Jiang Che somehow managed to keep up with so many women despite his age, while Xiao Chuan, past fifty, was already struggling. His doctor had even warned him about high blood pressure, cutting him off from many of life’s pleasures.
"Sis, that scoundrel was lying to you!" Xiao Wanwan chimed in, fanning the flames.
"No... That can’t be. How could Jiang Che be like that? He wrote ‘Father’ and ‘Invisible Wings’—he’s so talented..."
"Sisi, talent doesn’t change the fact that he deceived you! Jiang Che was last year’s national college entrance exam top scorer—a perfect score! But he’s nothing more than a gilded scoundrel!" Xiao Chuan wished he could tear Jiang Che apart.
But he didn’t dare.
As the world’s richest man, worth trillions and the undisputed titan of Dragon Country’s business world, he still feared Jiang Che’s background.
Ancient martial arts—and not just any family, but the Jiang family, the foremost in Dragon Country’s ancient martial arts world!
As a billionaire, Xiao Chuan had encountered ancient martial artists before and knew how terrifying they were. His three personal bodyguards were all grandmasters, each capable of taking on a thousand men. Hiring a grandmaster-level protector cost hundreds of millions a year—something only the wealthiest could afford.
And the Jiang family of the capital... was on a whole other level.
"Wait, Jiang Che was last year’s top scorer? With a perfect score? That’s amazing!"
Xiao Sisi’s eyes sparkled with admiration—clearly, she was focusing on the wrong thing.
Xiao Chuan: "..."
Xiao Wanwan: "..."
"Sisi, he lied to you! He’s surrounded by women—you can’t get involved with him. He’s a playboy who’ll just break your heart."
But Xiao Sisi merely nodded. "Yeah, yeah, I get it!"
Her tone was dismissive, her mind clearly elsewhere.
Hmph, why can’t I be the most special one among Jiang Che’s girls?
Seeing his daughter’s reaction, Xiao Chuan’s heart sank. He’d have to assign female bodyguards to watch over her—otherwise, he might wake up one day to find his family stolen out from under him.
......
Meanwhile, the Destiny Seekers Association had been buzzing lately.
"What? That fated one with the supreme destiny... actually helped an old lady cross the street?"
Deputy Leader Xu Rong was dumbfounded. If he hadn’t seen the footage himself, he wouldn’t have believed it.
"Exactly. Zhou Fan has been doing good deeds nonstop, and his strength has skyrocketed. Half a month ago, he reached the peak of the grandmaster realm. I took a teammate to investigate him, but he spotted us... My teammate didn’t make it."
Chen Hao spoke calmly, but the other Destiny Seekers were already numb to his curse.
Every partner he teamed up with either died or ended up maimed.
Take last month, for example—a supremely lucky Destiny Seeker, said to be blessed by the gods of fortune, who won the lottery almost every time he played. His life was smooth sailing, and the association recruited him as a mascot.
But the man was stubborn. He insisted on teaming up with Chen Hao, convinced his luck could overpower Chen Hao’s misfortune.
Now? He was probably past his seventh-day funeral rites.
ine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】 【You rely on each other, becoming each other's support】 【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl's eyes fades】 …… 【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】 【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】 【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】 【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】 …… One simulation after another, one encounter after another. Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: "Wait, you said you're coming to the real world to find me?"
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
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.
Explosive Plot Song Gua crossed over into another world, bringing along a whole crew of his doppelgangers—all of them mischief-makers. This was a world where everyone could choose a class. Song Gua became a "Bondweaver," capable of borrowing power, while his doppelgangers took on a wide variety of classes, covering just about everything. The number of doppelgangers grew day by day, each one a talented individual with a charming way of speaking. Under Song Gua's brilliant leadership, they would "greet" each other daily and engage in friendly "sparring," pulling off one major scheme after another on Earth. Sometimes they were bandits—stealing bosses, plundering mines, snatching resources. Sometimes they were saviors—descending like divine warriors to face world bosses threatening to massacre cities. Sometimes they even went undercover, infiltrating various major factions to stir up trouble from within, keeping their enemies constantly on edge. To prevent their doppelganger abilities from being exposed, Song Gua made them wear masks with mahjong tile patterns and don Taoist robes in various colors. "Remember, in front of outsiders, call me 'The Dice.'" "Got it! Boss!" "Not 'Boss'—it's 'The Dice.' Think about the vibe, pay attention to the vibe." "Yes! Boss!" "For crying out loud..." From then on, whenever they appeared, they would have their own theme song playing: ~Hey~ paying respects at the mountain stronghold at night~ whose arm is draped over whose shoulder~ gather your courage and follow along...
