"Brother-in-law, I'm hungry!"
Xiao An'an had even changed her form of address for Jiang Che, leaving him utterly dumbfounded.
"Ahem... what... what did you just call me?"
Jiang Che coughed dryly twice. He knew Xiao An'an was the type of girl who would do anything when starving, but this was downright outrageous!
Though Xiao An'an felt incredibly awkward, her craving for good food had pushed her past the point of no return.
"Brother-in-law! May you and my sister have a harmonious marriage and a child soon!"
"Can I just get to the table and eat already? The food’s getting cold, and it won’t taste as good!"
Her words left Xiao Sisi utterly stunned, her cheeks flushing red all the way down to her neck.
"An'an! What’s this 'brother-in-law' nonsense... can’t you speak properly?"
Jiang Che narrowed his eyes. Why call him "brother-in-law" so formally? Just "husband" would do!
After all, he’d be her second brother-in-law soon enough—and she herself wouldn’t escape either.
"Fine, sit down and eat."
Jiang Che had no choice. If Xiao An'an was willing to go this far for a meal, how could he deny her?
"Thanks, hubby! Hehe!"
Xiao An'an plopped onto the chair and immediately dug in.
"Whoa... why is this food so good??? Are you some kind of culinary god?"
Her eyes widened in amazement. After coming into wealth, she’d dined at countless high-end restaurants, sampling dishes from renowned chefs—even those who’d cooked for state banquets—but none compared to Jiang Che’s cooking.
The aroma alone seemed to touch her soul!
"Heh, little An'an, if you’re willing... I can cook for you anytime."
Jiang Che smiled faintly.
The naive Xiao Sisi kept her head down, focused on eating, but Xiao An'an caught the underlying meaning in his words.
[This... this greedy bastard! He’s already got my sister... and now he’s setting his sights on me too?]
[Wait! Does this guy plan to take all three of us sisters? A triple-sister combo? That’s way too ambitious!]
The more Xiao An'an thought about it, the more horrified she became—though she still shoved another bite into her mouth. So delicious!
[But that’s impossible. No matter how good his cooking is, he won’t tempt me!]
Listening to her inner monologue, Jiang Che almost laughed out loud.
Xiao An'an, do you even have any principles left? Next time, just one meal will be enough to lure you straight into bed.
Too easy.
......
Nearby, the butler couldn’t hold back anymore.
He discreetly sent a message to Xiao Chuan.
[President Xiao, disaster has struck! The youngest miss has defected—she just called Jiang Che "brother-in-law"! You need to come quick; I can’t control the situation!]
On the other end, Xiao Chuan’s blood boiled the moment he read the message.
"Damn that blond brat!"
He shot to his feet, his eyes burning with fury.
"Brother Xiao, what’s wrong?"
An elderly man with a lean frame sipped his tea calmly.
"Elder Ai, it’s... it’s nothing!"
Xiao Chuan quickly reined in his rage.
Clearly, this old man held enough authority to suppress even a man of Xiao Chuan’s stature—his power was anything but ordinary.
"Xiao Chuan, what’s gotten into you? What could possibly make you so volatile?"
The old man stroked his beard, exuding an air of wisdom.
Xiao Chuan pressed his lips together helplessly. This was none other than the revered martial arts master he’d hired at great expense as the family’s guardian—a grandmaster at the pinnacle of ancient martial arts!
The legendary master—Ai Shouying!
"Elder Ai, as you know, I’ve only just reunited with my three beautiful daughters. I’ve been living in constant fear of some blond punk stealing them away."
"Hmm~ You’re right to worry. If one succeeds, he’ll walk off with a third of your fortune!" Ai Shouying remarked with a sigh.
His words felt like a knife twisting in Xiao Chuan’s heart.
"Elder Ai!!! That blond punk... he’s already here!"
Xiao Chuan nearly wailed in despair.
"What?! Who? Who would dare court your daughter right under the nose of the world’s richest man?"
Ai Shouying was stunned. That took some serious audacity.
"Elder Ai... it’s... it’s Jiang Che! He’s already dating Sisi!"
Xiao Chuan slumped as if all strength had left him.
"Jiang Che? Who’s that?"
"Wait... you don’t mean the Jiang Che from the capital’s Jiang family, do you?"
Ai Shouying’s expression darkened.
"Yes... him. Right now, he’s in the Xiao residence, seducing my daughter!"
"Holy hell! Then you’re done for. All three of your daughters are as good as gone!" Ai Shouying threw up his hands in sympathy.
As a well-informed figure in the martial world, he knew exactly who Jiang Che was—the infamous grandson of Jiang Yunhuang, a man whose reputation for charm was matched only by his terrifying martial prowess.
Despite his playboy tendencies, Jiang Che had already reached the level of a grandmaster, and rumors spoke of an even more mysterious master backing him.
"Elder Ai... is there anything you can do? Am I just supposed to watch as he ruins Sisi?"
Ai Shouying took a slow sip of tea. "Heh, count yourself lucky he hasn’t taken all three yet. Give it a few months, and they’ll all be his."
"And I can’t help you either. I’m just a regular grandmaster—Jiang Che’s grandfather has already surpassed that level..."
"Besides, my own granddaughter is just twenty. What if that brat sets his sights on her next?"
The mere mention of Jiang’s name was enough to instill fear.
Hearing this, Xiao Chuan sank deeper into despair.
As the world’s wealthiest man, he could only watch helplessly as some punk whisked his daughters away.
He’d once believed that with enough money, any problem could be solved.
But now... for the first time, money had failed him.
Money < Power < Fists
When martial arts reached a certain level, they could trample over both wealth and authority alike.
......
"Brother Jiang Che, I’ll go wash the dishes!"
Xiao Sisi hummed cheerfully, skipping off to the kitchen.
Even though the household had servants, since Jiang Che had cooked, she insisted on cleaning up.
Lost in romantic fantasies, she even began imagining their future together—him cooking, her washing dishes; him earning money, her raising their children... Wait, why was she already thinking about kids?
Her cheeks flushed bright red without her realizing it.
Jiang Che couldn’t help but roll his eyes. What’s with the blushing?
As Xiao Sisi headed to the kitchen, Jiang Che’s gaze settled on Xiao An'an, lounging on the sofa.
"Burp~~~" Full and satisfied, Xiao An'an rubbed her round little belly contentedly.
Suddenly, she sensed an intense stare and turned her head—only to find Jiang Che eyeing her with unmistakable mischief.
Xiao An'an: "......"
Danger!!!

ose... to cooperate with the protagonist! Shen Yuan: I have a system! Protagonist: What? System: Holy crap, you're just spilling it out like that? Shen Yuan: Let's team up, we'll split the system rewards! Protagonist: Fifty-fifty split? Shen Yuan: No way! Protagonist: What!? I'm the one getting beaten up, and I don't get half? Shen Yuan: Forty-sixty split, I get forty, you get sixty! Protagonist: Deal! Big brother, come on, hit me! As long as it doesn't kill me, beat me like you mean it! Shen Yuan: Don't worry... I will definitely protect all of you! No one but me can lay a finger on you! Guard our Heaven's Chosen Ones! I'm the only one allowed to bully them!

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!

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.”

d intelligence to keep the plot moving, and sometimes even the protagonists are forced into absurdly dumb decisions. Why does the A-list celebrity heroine in urban romance novels ditch the top-tier movie star and become a lovestruck fool for a pockmarked male lead? Why do the leads in historical tragedy novels keep dancing between love and death, only for the blind healer to end up suffering the most? And Gu Wei never expected that after finally landing a villain role to stir up trouble, she’d pick the wrong gender! No choice now—she’ll just have to crush the protagonists as a girl!