"Brother Jiang Che, thank you! The song 'Invisible Wings' is a hit now... You... you're so talented!" Xiao Sisi couldn't stop thanking Jiang Che over the phone.
"Heh... So, do you still want to collaborate with me later? If you ask me to write songs for you again... it won’t be free anymore!" Jiang Che's voice was laced with temptation.
Upon hearing his words, Xiao Sisi's cheeks flushed pink.
"Brother Jiang Che, if... if I become your girlfriend, will you write songs for me for free?"
"Of course! I might even compose a love song just for you!"
Jiang Che knew exactly how to play with a girl's emotions—romance was his specialty.
A naive girl like Xiao Sisi was no match for a playboy like him.
"R-Really? You'll write a love song just for me?!"
On the other end of the line, Xiao Sisi's face turned crimson, so red it looked like steam might rise from her at any moment.
A love song... That was just too romantic!
It must mean she was the most special girl in Jiang Che’s heart!
Even if he had many female companions, she was definitely the most unique one.
Jiang Che’s lips twitched. Wait… you actually believed that? I was just saying it casually!
But since Xiao Sisi was so expectant, he had no choice but to follow through. After all, composing a love song? That was as easy as breathing for him.
"Sisi, goodnight..."
"No~ I want you to tell me a bedtime story!" Xiao Sisi had started getting clingy.
Well, that was typical of a girl in love—she’d happily spend 25 hours a day on the phone if she could.
Just then, a girl beside Jiang Che snatched the phone from his hand.
"Xiao Sisi, right? I'm Jiang Che’s 'little cousin' Yu Wan'er. He needs to sleep now, so... bye-bye!"
She angrily hung up the call.
Seriously! Does Xiao Sisi have an extra mouth or something? Why is she so damn needy?
Asking Jiang Che to tell her a bedtime story? Not a single girl in this entire villa has ever gotten that privilege!
"Yu Wan'er, that was so rude. She’s just a little girl clinging to her crush. You made her upset!"
The girl trembled with anger. "Well, I'm upset now!!!"
"I don’t care, I want you to tell me a story!" Yu Wan'er grabbed Jiang Che’s arm and pulled it into her embrace, her delicate face full of expectation.
Jiang Che smirked coldly. "No story, but there might be an accident... Yesterday, my parents mentioned they wanted grandchildren."
"By the way, Wan'er, aren’t you in your fertile days right now? What if I don’t use my cultivation technique tonight? Wanna see if we hit the jackpot?"
His grin made Yu Wan'er’s face instantly pale. "N-No thanks! I don’t need a story!"
She immediately recoiled, slipping out of Jiang Che’s embrace like a skinned eel.
Jiang Che only had to play the role of a charming big brother, while Xiao Sisi had much more to consider.
"Yu... Yu Wan'er? That girl?"
Xiao Sisi pondered. She definitely wasn’t buying the "little cousin" excuse anymore.
"Was she... jealous?"
She bit her lip lightly, already imagining the fierce competition for Jiang Che’s affection among the girls around him.
But she wasn’t worried. After all, Jiang Che had said she was the most special one—he was even going to write her a love song!
......
The weekend arrived—Jiang Che’s busiest time.
On Saturday, he accompanied Wang Yanran, strolling from the Garden of a Hundred Plants to the Three-Flavored Study, and later that night, he dutifully "paid his taxes."
The next morning, he pulled up his pants and went straight to his date with Ji Ningxue.
He was a master of time management, ensuring every girl got equal attention.
For an ordinary man, even an iron rod would’ve been worn down to a needle by now.
"Ningxue, why do you still look so troubled?"
Jiang Che wrapped an arm around Ji Ningxue, lazily propping his long legs on the table. She had just showered, her hair still damp, her robe slightly parted, revealing flawless, sculpted legs.
By now, he had smoothly moved into the Ji family’s home, officially becoming their esteemed son-in-law!
Back then, Xiao Chen had been nothing but a worthless live-in son-in-law, scorned by everyone. But Jiang Che? He was the Ji family’s treasured son-in-law, his status even higher than Ji Ningxue, the CEO.
Some people just had all the luck.
A shadow of distress flickered across Ji Ningxue’s beautiful face.
"Jiang Che, remember what I told you before? About my mom and Xiao Chen..."
"Holy shit!" Jiang Che’s eyes widened.
He’d forgotten about that!
This was bad.
After failing to win Ji Ningxue’s heart, Xiao Chen—that little live-in husband—had turned his attention to her mother. And the worst part? He’d actually succeeded!
Zhao Li, that sharp-tongued widow, had spent months mocking Xiao Chen, but when he started pursuing her... she caved embarrassingly fast.
A woman in her fifties was like a human vacuum cleaner—insatiable.
There was even a saying for it—an old flame to quench the fire!
"Jiang Che, my mom ran away with Xiao Chen... I’m speechless. I really don’t want a younger sibling."
Jiang Che chuckled. "Ningxue, what are you thinking? Your mom’s almost menopausal—where’s she gonna get pregnant?"
But then his eyes narrowed.
Unless...
If Xiao Chen was a protagonist blessed by fate, then anything was possible.
"Jiang Che! What kind of nonsense is that?" Ji Ningxue shot him a glare.
"Ningxue, what do you want to do? Should I take care of Xiao Chen?" Jiang Che slowly drew a finger across his throat.
Killing Xiao Chen was child’s play for him now.
He could just assign the task to Zhou Fan or Chen Hao—two demonic prodigies.
Xiao Chen was just an ordinary protagonist—even if he had some skills, he was no match for those two.
"I don’t care. Kill him or don’t, it’s up to you. I just never want to see Xiao Chen with my mom again. I don’t mind if she remarries... but him?!"
That was what truly disgusted Ji Ningxue.
A man she once despised—a worthless live-in husband—had somehow seduced her mother?
How could she accept that?
Talk about a real "fck your mom" situation.
"Got it. Since Ningxue wants it, I’ll make sure you get your revenge!"
Jiang Che licked his lips, grinning.
Xiao Chen, you little leech, I let you have an old woman to cool your fire—that was mercy. But now that someone wants you dead... don’t blame me!
or! A blessing for those who struggle with love, a guidebook for dating novices. Quickly match with your dream goddess! Complete walkthroughs earn rewards, and perfect walkthroughs unlock limited achievements!】 Shen Yi, an ordinary office worker, accidentally downloads a mini-game called Dating Simulator. The mini-game is simple: randomly search for dating targets, simulate dates, and receive rewards upon successful confession. Rewards include but are not limited to money, attributes, and skills. The higher the evaluation, the better the rewards, with perfect ratings unlocking mysterious achievements. Shen Yi plans to use this mysterious mini-game to continuously pursue targets and improve himself, making his life better and better. ...... However, after several successful walkthroughs, Shen Yi suddenly notices something strange - the targets he previously simulated dating seem to be searching for him in real life?
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!
ver to a world of cultivation and returned invincible. Modern medicine is child's play compared to elixirs; technological might crumbles before true cultivation. My name is Qin Ning, Earth's sole cultivator!
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.”
