In the end, Gu Lingfei could only roll her eyes at Jiang Che.
The idea of pregnancy was clearly just a joke—there was no way she could actually be pregnant.
Her age was indeed no longer young; in a few more years, she’d be pushing thirty. If it had been before... she might have seriously considered having a child.
Though she was a proud, high-and-mighty CEO who looked down on most men, let alone bearing their children...
But if it were Jiang Che’s baby... she’d actually be quite looking forward to it.
The problem was... she had already used the Eternal Youth Elixir, freezing her appearance at its most beautiful moment. She no longer had to worry about the passage of time or the fading of her looks.
Last year, she had thought the elixir was just something Jiang Che used to comfort her. But now, after a full year... she had fully experienced the terrifying power of the potion.
She didn’t have to worry about aging, and with Jiang Che’s even more miraculous Life-Extending Pills... it meant she could stay with him forever, never having to endure the pain of separation by death.
Having a child might make Jiang Che dote on her even more, but... she didn’t need that kind of affection.
Gu Lingfei wasn’t like other girls who got easily jealous. In fact, she was remarkably laid-back.
Because the future was so long... time would stretch infinitely, giving them all the time in the world to be together.
"Feifei-jie, whenever you want a baby, I’ll be more than happy to contribute!"
Jiang Che’s serious expression made Gu Lingfei burst out laughing.
But as she thought about it, her expression gradually turned more solemn.
"By the way, Jiang Che, I have a question for you."
"What is it?" Jiang Che propped his chin on his hand, yawning lazily.
"You have so many girls around you, and you’ve never taken any precautions... yet after more than a year, none of them have gotten pregnant. Shouldn’t you... go to the hospital and get checked?"
By the end, Gu Lingfei’s voice had shrunk to a whisper.
Jiang Che was speechless. She might as well have outright asked: Are you infertile?
Of course he wasn’t. Under normal circumstances, with someone like Yu Wan’er around, he’d probably already be expecting a second child by now.
But Jiang Che possessed the Dual Cultivation Technique—as long as he used it, pregnancy was impossible.
He could cultivate, have fun, and not worry about consequences.
To Jiang Che, this was practically a god-tier skill!
Given his insatiable nature, if he didn’t use the technique and skipped protection... his home would already be crawling with kids.
"Feifei-jie, why don’t you test it out yourself and see if I’m infertile?"
A mischievous smirk played on Jiang Che’s lips.
Gu Lingfei huffed and pulled her delicate foot back. "If you want a baby, go find another girl. Don’t you dote on Wan’er the most? Ask her to have one. Or go find Ji Ningxue!"
Jiang Che couldn’t help but laugh at her.
This woman was so unpredictable—one second, she was alluring in his arms, and the next, she was giving him the cold shoulder.
But for Gu Lingfei to suggest he ask Yu Wan’er to have a baby?
With her tiny stature, how could she even manage it?
She was better off as a cute mascot. Having a child? No way!
"Achoo!"
Upstairs, Yu Wan’er, who had been binge-watching a soap opera, suddenly sneezed and rubbed her nose.
"Hmph! That pervert Jiang Che must be talking about me behind my back!"
Just then, Qin Qiaoqiao walked in.
"Hehe, Wan’er, guess what I just heard?" Qin Qiaoqiao’s smile was full of mischief.
"What?" The girl blinked her big, pretty eyes.
"Jiang Che just said he wants you to have his baby!"
"WHAT?????"
Yu Wan’er was so startled she toppled backward off the sofa, landing on the plush carpet with a thud.
She pointed at herself, stunned. "M-me? Have his baby?"
Was this a joke? She was still a kid herself! And with her petite frame... wouldn’t she die giving birth?
Her size-38 feet could barely fit into Jiang Che’s size-45 shoes, let alone... that.
Her face turned ghostly pale.
"Hehe, just kidding, Wan’er! It was a joke!" Qin Qiaoqiao covered her mouth, giggling.
Yu Wan’er pouted and stomped her foot. "Qiaoqiao-jie! You’re teasing me again!"
She had nearly died of fright!
"But Wan’er, you really should exercise more. With your height... wouldn’t childbirth be tough? The future is so long... you can’t avoid it forever, right?"
Yu Wan’er’s face flushed red.
"Qiaoqiao-jie, I want to grow taller! But Jiang Che made me drink that Eternal Youth Elixir—you’ve all had it too—and now I’ll never grow again, wuwuwu~~~"
"Uh..." Qin Qiaoqiao scratched her head.
No wonder Wan’er hadn’t grown an inch this past year, despite all the nutritious food she’d eaten.
Poor Wan’er, doomed to be a forever-legal loli.
Wait, why am I pitying her? I’m not even as doted on as she is, wuwuwu—
This felt like a college intern making 3,000 a month pitying a construction worker who earns 10,000-20,000 for their hard labor.
......
The next morning.
Jiang Che received a message from Xiao Sisi as soon as he woke up.
[Jiang Che, my mind’s a mess right now. There’s a lot I want to ask you in person. Are you free to meet today?]
"Oh? Coming to confront me? Did she figure out I’m a playboy? Is her heart broken?"
Jiang Che chuckled. He wasn’t afraid of Xiao Sisi’s tantrums—he had no trouble handling a naive, bubble-headed girl like her.
It was like fishing: the fish was already hooked and in the net. There was no way it could escape now.
He typed back with one hand.
[Of course. There’s a lot I want to explain to you too.]
[Oh~]
Jiang Che nearly laughed at Xiao Sisi’s weak, one-word reply. Even her "confrontation" sounded timid—if someone bullied her, she’d probably just curl up like a pitiful little thing.
...
After hanging up, on the other end of the call...
"Jie, you’re so spineless!"
Xiao An’an sat cross-legged nearby, propping her chin on her hand, looking utterly exasperated.
"Jie, he hid things from you! You should’ve sounded fierce!" She mimed clawing the air, but it was about as intimidating as a kitten.
"An’an! I..."
Xiao Sisi was at a loss for words.
She had originally intended to confront Jiang Che with a demanding tone, but the moment she heard his voice... she simply couldn’t muster any fierceness.
"Don’t worry, sis. Just leave it to me—once we meet him, I’ll help you strategize," Xiao An'an said, patting her chest. Though the girl looked petite, her figure was strikingly voluptuous, her movements causing a tantalizing bounce.
A true case of a baby face—that’s exactly what this was.
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!
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.
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.
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.”
