This period has been incredibly agonizing for Ye Mengyao.
Her mood isn’t much better than Yu Wan'er's.
Yu Wan'er is her closest best friend, and Jiang Che is the person she likes—both of them are extremely important to her.
She doesn’t even know who she should be jealous of.
“So annoying!”
Ye Mengyao stomped her foot in frustration, her mind wandering during classes these past few days.
......
“Sister Mengyao, what are you planning to do?”
From the passenger seat, Yu Wan'er gazed out the window and spoke softly.
“Haha... what do you think?”
Yu Wan'er’s eyes widened.
[Do you think you’re some ancient emperor or something?]
Jiang Che chuckled lightly. With his family background—the only son of Hangcheng’s richest man, his mother’s Jiang Family wielding immense power, and his grandfather being one of the top-tier martial artists in Dragon Country—he had every reason to be confident.
Yu Wan'er didn’t say anything more, her emotions growing even more complicated.
[Stupid Jiang Che, you pervert, I always knew you were a player! All that deep affection you pretended to have when pursuing Sister Mengyao was fake!]
......
After returning to school, Yu Wan'er felt extremely awkward when she saw Ye Mengyao again.
“Sister Mengyao, I’m sorry...”
Yu Wan'er lowered her head, tears welling up in her eyes, her small hands clutching the hem of her clothes, looking utterly pitiful.
Playing the victim was the only strategy she could think of.
Ye Mengyao’s heart was in turmoil, unsure of how to respond.
“Wan'er... sigh!”
“Sister Mengyao, I’m sorry... I really am!”
Ye Mengyao didn’t say much more. She needed to bring Wan'er over to her side.
“Wan'er, stop crying. Be honest with me—do you like Jiang Che too?”
This wasn’t part of Jiang Che’s script, but she wanted to know the truth. If Wan'er had feelings for Jiang Che too... well, that was one thing. But if Wan'er didn’t like him... how could forcing things ever work out?
Yu Wan'er looked up at Ye Mengyao, lost in thought. Did she like Jiang Che?
Probably... yes?
But more than that, she felt wronged. That jerk had always bullied her, even threatening her before. Just thinking about it made her feel miserable.
“Sister Mengyao, I do... kind of like him.”
After saying this, Yu Wan'er lowered her head, too afraid to meet Ye Mengyao’s gaze.
It’s over. She’s going to lose Sister Mengyao for good.
After hearing Yu Wan'er’s words, Ye Mengyao’s expression shifted, a hint of melancholy appearing before she smiled faintly.
Her lips curled into a grin.
“My dear Wan'er, remember what we said before?”
“Wh... what?” Hearing the term “dear Wan'er,” Yu Wan'er couldn’t believe her ears.
“We made a pinky promise, remember? We said we’d get into the same school and marry... the same man.”
Yu Wan'er’s face turned bright red. That was just a joke back then... how did it become real?
It was Ye Mengyao who had suggested it in the first place, and Yu Wan'er had agreed just to stay close to her.
Well...
You really shouldn’t say things carelessly ヾ(≧▽≦*)o
So... does this mean Sister Mengyao has forgiven me?
“Sister Mengyao... you’re not mad at me anymore?”
“Hehe, we promised to be best friends forever, didn’t we?” Ye Mengyao hugged Yu Wan'er and playfully kissed her on the cheek.
A warm feeling spread through Yu Wan'er’s heart.
......
Jiang Che was a man of his word.
He immediately arranged for Yu Weiwei to be admitted to the hospital, ensuring she received the best medical care. He even hired several caregivers, with monthly medical expenses easily reaching hundreds of thousands. But for Jiang Che, this was pocket change.
“Xiao Che, you’re so thoughtful.”
Yu Weiwei still wore a gentle smile, one that was incredibly infectious.
Though her body had been ravaged by kidney disease, Yu Weiwei was undoubtedly one of the kindest women Jiang Che had ever met in both his lives. Her kindness wasn’t about her appearance.
She might have worn a mask of pretense before, but her love for Yu Wan'er was genuine.
“Xiao Che, I’m leaving Wan'er in your hands.”
Yu Weiwei knew very well that Jiang Che’s help was entirely for Yu Wan'er’s sake.
She had always had a good eye for people, and Jiang Che was indeed a responsible young man. While he might not be someone to entrust her life to, Wan'er would never be mistreated under his care.
Most importantly... Wan'er actually liked him too!
......
Qin Qiaoqiao had asked for leave for Jiang Che.
From now on, she could only see him on weekends.
This left Jiang Che somewhat helpless. Qiaoqiao had been swayed by her parents and gone back home.
But for Jiang Che, this wasn’t a big deal, as he had already won over Yu Wan'er.
While Qin Qiaoqiao and Ye Mengyao had to return home, Yu Wan'er didn’t need to—her only guardian, her adoptive mother, had already been moved to the hospital by Jiang Che.
Yu Wan'er now had the important task of tutoring Jiang Che with his homework.
At noon, Auntie Chen, who came to cook, was once again stunned. Why had Young Master Jiang Che brought another girl home?
She vaguely remembered that the young master used to be quite devoted.
But she simply lowered her head. If she wanted to keep working for the Jiang Family, she had to pretend she didn’t notice.
...
“Jiang Che, can I sleep next door?”
Yu Wan'er blinked her big eyes, trying to use her cuteness to get her way. It was clear... she had developed a psychological fear of Jiang Che.
“Hmph... what do you think?”
Just then, a phone call came in.
Jiang Che muttered some curses under his breath. “Who the hell is calling me now?”
But when he glanced at the screen, his brow furrowed slightly.
Her?
Gu Lingfei!
tions: attribute allocation, analysis, proficiency, and simulation. Specializing in mechanical alchemy, from crafting sorcerous battle armor to handcrafting mechanical maidens, his mechanical legion conquers endless realms... Relying on his wits, he begins with a student-teacher romance, wins over a female director, enslaves a female assassin and a underworld queen, becoming the husband of a Grand Duchess... He enslaves the Goddess of Magic from the divine realm, developing his power simultaneously in both the Wizard World and the Realm of Gods...
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
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.”
