Xiao Wanwan Concedes Defeat

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Jiang Che yawned, annoyed at being woken up every morning by the noisy system notifications.

"Jiang Che, I have a secret to tell you!" Xiao Sisi tiptoed to the window, her face lit up with a mischievous grin.

"What is it?" Jiang Che pursed his lips.

Lately, he had grown fond of both Xiao Sisi and Xiao An'an again.

The twin buff wasn't just a simple 1+1 effect—it was something far more potent.

"It's about Wanwan... Wanwan... she finally gave in!" Xiao Sisi lowered her head, her voice trembling slightly.

She felt like the worst sister in the world, dragging both her younger sisters onto Jiang Che's "pirate ship."

But she didn’t regret it. Their sisterly telepathy was terrifyingly strong—destiny dictated they could only marry the same man. The alternative, marrying three different men, would be an absolute disaster.

"Oh? So Wanwan... surrendered?" Jiang Che casually wrapped an arm around Xiao Sisi’s waist.

"Mhm, Wanwan said... she’s had enough." Xiao Sisi’s cheeks burned crimson as she spoke.

The telepathic connection between the sisters was frighteningly intense. Xiao Wanwan’s bedroom was only a few dozen meters away, yet the signal strength was like a terabit internet connection—zero lag, zero delay, with near-perfect sensory transmission.

How could anyone endure that day and night?

"Got it. Now take me to see Wanwan."

As if he didn’t already know. With his clairaudience skill, how could he miss Xiao Wanwan’s mutterings?

That little tsundere had suffered enough lately.

And that was exactly what Jiang Che wanted.

"J-Jiang Che, Wanwan... she’s really sensitive to pain," Xiao Sisi whispered, leaning closer.

...

"Stab you! Stab you! Stab you!"

In her bedroom, Xiao Wanwan sat cross-legged on the carpet, wearing nothing but a flimsy, strapless nightgown that barely clung to her milky-smooth skin.

She didn’t care about modesty—after all, in the Dragon Palace, the only male creature allowed was Jiang Che.

Dark circles hung under her eyes. She hadn’t slept properly since arriving here.

The girl viciously jabbed a needle into a small doll.

Taped to its head was a note with two words: "Jiang Che."

Xiao Wanwan still held a grudge, but she was powerless to do anything about it.

The worst part? Because of her sisters’ entanglement with Jiang Che, she had started developing... complicated feelings for him too.

Last night, she even dreamed of him.

The details of that dream? Self-explanatory.

"A lightning bolt should just strike you dead already, you disgusting pervert! Is your brain just filled with nothing but filthy thoughts?"

She gritted her teeth in frustration.

But the next second, a large hand closed around her wrist.

"Sis, don’t stop me—I hate this jerk so much!"

Xiao Wanwan mumbled as she looked up, then froze in horror.

She stumbled backward, nearly falling over.

"W-Why are you here?"

Jiang Che shrugged. "Talking behind someone’s back... isn’t very polite, you know."

"Polite? With you? Ha! You kidnapped my sisters! I’m being nice by not cursing you out!"

"But you just did. You called me a 'disgusting pervert.'" Jiang Che feigned innocence.

"You—you—you! You’re a creepy, sleazy, horny mutt! A-and... a pathetic weakling with no stamina!"

Xiao Wanwan spat out every insult she could think of.

But her vocabulary was disappointingly tame.

"Tch. Even your insults are weak."

"Though you got one thing wrong—I’m definitely not lacking stamina."

No man could calmly accept being called weak in that department.

Especially not by a cute, tsundere brat like her.

Xiao Wanwan: "......"

As Jiang Che stepped closer, she shivered. She was doomed.

"Oh, right. Didn’t you say you have androphobia? That you hate being touched by any man?" Jiang Che casually took her delicate hand in his.

Her fingers were so soft they felt boneless.

"Ow! You’re hurting me!" Xiao Wanwan yanked her hand back, glaring.

Her heart raced.

She did have androphobia. Growing up without a father had made her distrustful of men.

Once, a male director accidentally brushed her hand—she scrubbed it raw with soap afterward.

But now... she didn’t feel disgusted by Jiang Che’s touch?

Instead, she felt... something else.

"I hate men, especially creeps like you! Get out of my room!"

She stomped forward, shoving at Jiang Che’s chest.

"Correction—this is my palace. So technically, it’s my room."

Xiao Wanwan: "......"

"Fine! I’ll leave! I never wanted to stay in this stupid underwater palace anyway!"

Her eyes lit up. She desperately wanted out—every day here was torture. Her dark circles were proof.

"Leave? You really think that’s possible?"

Jiang Che pushed her back onto the seat.

"W-What are you doing? If you force me... I-I’ll cry!" She clutched her nightgown, glaring.

She wanted to threaten him, but... nothing worked on him.

So this was all she could muster.

Jiang Che smirked. "Relax, I’m a law-abiding citizen. But Wanwan... you’ve felt the telepathy these past few days, right?"

"Your sisters are suffering. You wouldn’t want that to continue, would you?"