Mu Qingyi looked at An Yi and said, "I'm a bit hungry."
An Yi chuckled, "Me too."
"As the host, shouldn't you fulfill your duties and cook?"
"Uh, I'm feeling a bit dizzy."
Seeing the standoff between Mu Qingyi and An Yi, Shen Muxuan volunteered, "I'll cook!"
An Yi placed a hand on Shen Muxuan's shoulder and said seriously, "Sit down. Let me handle it."
"But aren't you dizzy?" Shen Muxuan asked, puzzled.
An Yi scowled. "I'll manage."
He absolutely refused to endure her cooking again.
The clatter of pots and pans echoed from the kitchen.
Mu Qingyi's expression turned grave as she looked at Shen Muxuan.
"Master, why did you suddenly come to the mortal world?"
Shen Muxuan held Mu Qingyi's hand affectionately as she asked.
Mu Qingyi’s face remained cold. "Let me see your hand."
"It's... it's fine," Shen Muxuan replied nervously.
Mu Qingyi grabbed her wrist firmly.
On Shen Muxuan’s fair, jade-like arm, several crimson lines had grown increasingly distinct.
"You—you—!"
Mu Qingyi’s face paled with fury, her aura radiating icy coldness. "Is it because of that brat? I’ll smash his stupid head in!"
"Master!"
Shen Muxuan held onto Mu Qingyi’s arm, her innocent and beautiful face breaking into a smile. "Your disciple truly has no regrets."
"You—"
Mu Qingyi froze at Shen Muxuan’s expression.
Years ago, her own master had worn the same look.
For a man, she had betrayed their sect.
Back then, Mu Qingyi had been too young to understand.
Yet that gentle yet resolute figure had remained etched in her mind, impossible to forget.
"Not bad. I never expected someone from such humble means to possess such delicious food."
Mu Qingyi slurped the instant noodles with gusto.
"Humble means?"
An Yi rolled his eyes.
If instant noodles impressed her this much, where did she get her superiority complex?
Shen Muxuan beamed. "Right, Master? If you like it, have more! An Yi is really good at cooking."
Mu Qingyi picked up a strand of noodles and marveled, "To shape noodles like this requires real craftsmanship. The broth is rich and flavorful—I never expected you had such skills. How did you do it?"
"Boil water, add noodles, tear open the seasoning packet, stir, and serve."
An Yi succinctly explained his culinary masterpiece: instant noodles.
Mu Qingyi: "…?"
"Master, when are you leaving?"
An Yi asked casually, as if it were an afterthought—though it was the most crucial question.
This spendthrift woman!
She had the audacity to oppose him to his face!
If he weren’t outmatched, An Yi would never tolerate her wreaking havoc in his home.
Mu Qingyi sipped the broth calmly. "Tonight."
An Yi’s face lit up. "Ah, this... this is so sudden! You barely got to see anything in the mortal world."
Mu Qingyi pondered. "You make a fair point. I’ll stay a couple more days."
An Yi: "…"
After the meal, An Yi glared at Mu Qingyi.
Admittedly, her aura was unmatched.
That transcendent, otherworldly air made her seem like an immortal who had descended to the mortal realm.
Even now, as she sat stiffly on the sofa with Shen Muxuan watching a melodrama, her posture was rigidly proper.
An Yi yawned in boredom.
He couldn’t fathom how a woman who didn’t even know what a television was could enjoy cheesy romance dramas.
And wasn’t she supposed to despise men?
Knock knock!
"Coming!"
An Yi rubbed his eyes and opened the door.
Outside stood several men in tailored suits.
The leader checked the address repeatedly before asking, dumbfounded, "Are you Mr. An Yi?"
"Yeah. What do you want?"
An Yi replied impatiently.
The man was still baffled.
Who would’ve thought the tycoon who bought out their entire flagship store’s display collection lived in such a shabby apartment?
"Good day, Mr. An. We’re representatives from Senhuang Flagship Store—"
The man launched into a spiel about not judging a book by its cover.
Sure, this guy didn’t look wealthy, but he’d dropped half a million in one go!
"Just deliver the clothes and spare me the speech."
An Yi hauled in the staggering pile of boxes. "Muxuan, your clothes are here."
"Amazing! They arrived so fast!"
Shen Muxuan’s eyes sparkled at the mountain of packaging.
She tore open a box and gasped at the stylish knitwear inside. "I love this! It’s perfect for the season!"
Even a bottomless pit like her had a girly side.
Clothes were a rarity—her plain ancient-style robes were practically threadbare.
And the outfits An Yi usually picked for her? Questionable taste, to say the least.
Thankfully, her looks carried the fashion disasters.
Worst of all, the bras he bought were always the wrong size—way too tight!
Mu Qingyi eyed the lavish haul skeptically. "Where did you get the money for all this?"
An Yi scoffed. "Why wouldn’t I have money for clothes?"
"Wait, you’re actually rich?" Mu Qingyi asked, astonished.
Even Shen Muxuan stared at him expectantly.
However slow she was, even she realized:
The An Yi before her wasn’t the same guy who used to sneak bites of her stale mantou to stave off hunger.
An Yi clasped his hands behind his back smugly.
"I intended to live among you as an ordinary man, but all I got in return was distance. Fine, I’ll come clean—I’m a billionaire. No more lies."
"Really? Does that mean I can eat meat buns every day forever?"
Shen Muxuan bounced with excitement.
An Yi patted her head sympathetically. "Until you’re sick of them."
"Pfft. If you’re so loaded, why live in this dump? And your ‘iron box’ is way shabbier than others’."
Mu Qingyi snorted dismissively.
No way she’d believe this guy was wealthy.
Her disciple had suffered enough poverty in the mortal world—back in the immortal sect, she’d never known such hardship!
An Yi’s face darkened.
A mansion, luxury cars, a pool, bikini models—time to upgrade ASAP!
Otherwise, how could he flaunt his billionaire status?
Mu Qingyi watched Shen Muxuan gleefully sorting clothes and chided, "Muxuan, material possessions are vain distractions. Don’t indulge too much—"
"Master, look! This dress would suit you so well!"
Shen Muxuan held up a stylish gown delightedly.
"Oh? Let me see!"
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Late at night, the world was quiet.
Fresh from a shower, An Yi collapsed onto his bed, aching all over.
A full day of fleeing and fighting had left him exhausted—only to return and deal with that haughty woman’s antics!
Knock knock knock!
He checked the time—1 AM.
Slipping on sandals, he headed to the door, muttering, "Muxuan, with your master here, it’s not a good time. Let’s hold off for a couple of—"
He opened the door and froze.
It wasn’t Shen Muxuan.
Standing outside was her master, Mu Qingyi.
An Yi’s brain short-circuited.
What the hell does she want at this hour?!
A glance at Mu Qingyi nearly made his nose bleed.
She wore a silky nightgown that clung to her voluptuous curves.
The plunging neckline revealed a tantalizing glimpse of snowy cleavage.
The scandalously short hem showcased her long, flawless legs.
Was it these very legs I held during the day?
Mu Qingyi gazed at him with a sultry look, her voice soft and inviting: "An Yi, aren’t you going to invite me in?"
A fire burned inside An Yi, leaving his throat parched.
Is this some kind of teacher-student roleplay?
No... this really shouldn’t happen.
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m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
Explosive Plot Song Gua crossed over into another world, bringing along a whole crew of his doppelgangers—all of them mischief-makers. This was a world where everyone could choose a class. Song Gua became a "Bondweaver," capable of borrowing power, while his doppelgangers took on a wide variety of classes, covering just about everything. The number of doppelgangers grew day by day, each one a talented individual with a charming way of speaking. Under Song Gua's brilliant leadership, they would "greet" each other daily and engage in friendly "sparring," pulling off one major scheme after another on Earth. Sometimes they were bandits—stealing bosses, plundering mines, snatching resources. Sometimes they were saviors—descending like divine warriors to face world bosses threatening to massacre cities. Sometimes they even went undercover, infiltrating various major factions to stir up trouble from within, keeping their enemies constantly on edge. To prevent their doppelganger abilities from being exposed, Song Gua made them wear masks with mahjong tile patterns and don Taoist robes in various colors. "Remember, in front of outsiders, call me 'The Dice.'" "Got it! Boss!" "Not 'Boss'—it's 'The Dice.' Think about the vibe, pay attention to the vibe." "Yes! Boss!" "For crying out loud..." From then on, whenever they appeared, they would have their own theme song playing: ~Hey~ paying respects at the mountain stronghold at night~ whose arm is draped over whose shoulder~ gather your courage and follow along...
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
