"Hey there!"
Xu Zhe struck a cool pose, waving and making a heart gesture at the short-haired girl.
Though her outfit looked a bit rough around the edges, her looks were undeniably stunning—the more he stared, the prettier she seemed, stirring a flutter in his heart.
"Where's Shangguan Qianqian? Didn't she come?"
Nie Qinglan held up a sign, scanning the crowd for Shangguan Qianqian before turning to Xu Zhe with a puzzled frown.
Xu Zhe's face stiffened.
Looking for Shangguan Qianqian? As if!
"Hey, Qianqian isn't coming today. I'm here to check out the filming location," Xu Zhe replied, flashing what he thought was a devilishly charming smile while ogling Nie Qinglan's curvaceous figure. "By the way, I'm Xu Zhe!"
Nie Qinglan rolled her eyes. "Yeah, I know. Ugh."
With that, she folded the welcome sign in half, tossed it into a trash bin, and strode off without a second glance.
"Xu Zhe!"
That guy was pure trash.
Not exactly a big name in the entertainment industry, but infamous for being a scumbag.
Caught cheating on his girlfriend, he had the audacity to claim he'd stripped just to "cool off."
From shameless antics to diva tantrums, rumors even said he had a habit of toying with fans.
Nie Qinglan despised people like him.
Absolute human garbage.
Seeing Nie Qinglan walk away only fueled Xu Zhe's already foul mood.
"Hey, stop right there!"
Xu Zhe barked at her.
Nie Qinglan frowned. "What the hell do you want?"
Xu Zhe blinked, taken aback.
This gorgeous girl was actually cursing at him?
"Tsk, insulting me? Enjoy getting cyberbullied by my fans tomorrow," Xu Zhe sneered.
His fanbase was notoriously rabid. If this brat dared to mouth off, she’d better brace herself for a torrent of online abuse—enough to drive her to depression.
The power of netizens was unstoppable.
"Ahem, sweetheart, wanna get to know each other?"
Xu Zhe suppressed his anger, forcing a smile.
This girl was drop-dead gorgeous.
Like a playful little wildcat—not just beautiful, but with an untamed edge that was downright intoxicating.
A rare catch. He couldn’t let her slip away.
Most girls would melt the moment they realized he was a celebrity. No way this short-haired hottie could resist his charm!
Once he lured her into a hotel, she’d be at his mercy.
"Hey, pretty boy, your makeup’s caking."
Nie Qinglan pointed at Xu Zhe’s neck.
A grown man wearing eyeshadow and foundation? Was all that caked-on glam really necessary?
On TV, he looked passable, but in person? No amount of makeup could hide his mediocre looks.
If Nie Qinglan had to rate him, she’d give him a solid 7 at best.
Xu Zhe’s veins bulged in his neck, his temper barely contained.
This little bitch!
She was begging for a beating!
Hold it together. Just hold it together.
Xu Zhe pressed on. "How about it? I’ll give you my TianXun ID."
Nie Qinglan scoffed. "Pfft. Who’d want it? So average, yet so full of yourself."
That one line shattered Xu Zhe’s restraint.
Enough was enough!
Screw seducing her—he’d teach her a lesson!
His hand shot up, aiming to slap Nie Qinglan across the face.
Nie Qinglan paled.
Maybe she’d pushed too far.
Then—like a gust of wind—a figure dashed forward.
A swift kick landed square on Xu Zhe’s backside, sending him flying.
"Boss!"
Nie Qinglan blinked in surprise, recognizing the figure who’d just dropkicked Xu Zhe from behind.
It was none other than An Yi!
A lion uses full strength even to crush a rabbit.
So An Yi never held back—if he could attack from behind, he absolutely would.
"Girl, that mouth of yours is gonna get you in trouble," An Yi said flatly.
Nie Qinglan grinned. "But he’s a scumbag! I just couldn’t stand him!"
An Yi hadn’t used much force, but Xu Zhe still struggled to get up, his face twisted with rage. He wanted to retaliate, but An Yi looked like trouble. Instead, he turned to the security team.
"You useless rent-a-cops! What are you standing around for? Get him!"
The stunned security guards snapped to attention, surrounding An Yi in an instant.
An Yi glanced at them.
Ordinary people. Not even worth his effort.
Xu Zhe wiped the dust off his face, grinning darkly. "You dare hit me? Beat him to a pulp!"
"Fight! Fight!"
"Damn, Xu Zhe’s throwing a diva fit! His goons are attacking someone—get this on camera!"
"Don’t twist the facts! That guy in flip-flops hit Xu Zhe first!"
"I saw everything! Xu Zhe went after the girl first!"
"Whatever, I’m rooting for flip-flop guy. He’s hot!"
The crowd of onlookers grew thicker.
Xu Zhe had gotten the audience he wanted—just not the reaction.
An Yi eyed the security team and smirked.
No need for martial arts. A little brawl would do.
One guard lunged first, swinging a meaty fist.
An Yi countered with a flashy spinning kick, sending the man sprawling.
"Nice!"
The crowd erupted in cheers, some even whistling.
Sure, this guy might get pummeled, but that move was slick!
The remaining guards attacked in unison.
An Yi moved like he was taking a stroll, effortlessly dodging every strike. Not a single one could even graze his clothes.
Best not to show off too much in public. Keeping his martial arts skills under wraps was key—he preferred blending in as a regular guy among students.
Even so, the guards were no match for him.
"I thought we hired people to act as fans! Where are they? 75 bucks and they won’t even show up? Do they not know what a celebrity is?"
"And those fan group leaders! Huge chat groups full of plants, and with Xu Zhe’s clout, they can’t even scrape together a few fans?"
A middle-aged woman in a professional suit—her figure a little too voluptuous—stormed into Donghai University, fuming after hanging up her phone.
Then she froze.
Xu Zhe had ordered security to attack someone?!
"Oh my god! Is he insane?!" Xie Yan’s face went pale.
A brawl at Donghai University? The PR nightmare this would cause…
As his manager, Xie Yan felt her sanity slipping.
The fan scandal had barely died down, and now this?!
But when Xie Yan spotted An Yi effortlessly dismantling the security team, her jaw dropped.
That face!
That body!
Those moves!
…And those flip-flops—wait, no, ignore those!
Xie Yan’s face flushed with excitement. Years in the industry had sharpened her eye sharper than any talent scout’s.
She just knew—if this guy entered showbiz, he’d become the next big sensation in China’s entertainment world.
With looks like that, who needed talent?
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
nce】【Lighthearted Comedy】【Ultimate Gentleman's Novel】【Viewer Discretion Advised for Under 16】 The mightiest human hero, Sharen Morian, is resurrected after a thousand years by his wife—the Demon King. This is not your typical hero-vs-demon-king tale.
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
