Master
An Yi had just opened his mouth when his mind went blank, choking back sobs as words failed him.
Facial cleanser!?
The sheer lethality of this was a bit too much!
Mu Qingyi's eyes glazed over in confusion!
What on earth was she doing?
No, she had to snap out of it.
Mu Qingyi clenched her teeth.
An Yi let out a pained howl.
Damn it all!
Why the hell are you biting me?!
Shen Muxuan, who had been sleeping soundly, rubbed her bleary eyes.
Where had the master beside her gone?
And why was An Yi screeching like a banshee?!
Moonlight spilled like water.
The room fell silent again.
An Yi touched the teeth marks on his body, wincing in pain.
No denying it—this woman, whether in temperament or dental strength, was terrifyingly formidable!
A row of bloody bite marks lined his shoulder, likely taking weeks to fade.
The sound of running water echoed from the bathroom.
An Yi couldn’t help but let his imagination wander.
Just a moment ago, Mu Qingyi had snapped back to her senses, preventing the situation from escalating further.
An Yi sighed deeply.
Thankfully, they’d pulled back from the brink—otherwise, he wouldn’t have known how to face Shen Muxuan.
Time to sleep. I’m dead tired!
Yawning, An Yi lay down, only to bolt upright again: Why the hell is the bedsheet damp?!
The next morning.
Before dawn, An Yi fled with the Celestial Star Grass in tow.
Home was no longer safe.
If Mu Qingyi realized he was the one behind this mess, she’d bash his skull in.
To spare Shen Muxuan from widowhood, his only option was to run.
Before leaving, he made sure to grab the potted plant.
This thing was his lifeline!
His fortune depended on this grass! What if Mu Qingyi trashed his place in a rage?!
Driving his beat-up taxi, An Yi whistled as he sped toward the An Corporation.
The blaring, ear-splitting pop music was pure torture.
An Yi felt nauseated: What the hell is this garbage?
He used to listen to these same songs—why did they sound so unbearable today?
Forced to endure, he switched to the radio for news updates.
"Shangguan Qianqian has amicably terminated her contract with Tianyu Media. Together with top agent Xie Yan, she has founded Yilan Media Co., Ltd., which officially launches today—"
Shangguan Qianqian?
An Yi paused at the entertainment news, momentarily surprised.
Then it hit him. He quickly checked his system.
Sure enough, the mission to establish an entertainment company had been completed—back at midnight.
And the reward? [Singer].
Being a real singer wasn’t just about humming a few tunes on Douyin—it came with actual standards.
At the very least, one needed to understand music theory, not to mention having original work.
Now that he’d acquired this professional skill, those plagiarized, formulaic pop songs were unbearable.
Buzz—
His phone vibrated. An Yi answered.
"Boss! Did you see the news? Did you? Qianqian-jie and I just launched the company!"
Nie Qinglan’s excited voice blasted through the phone, nearly rupturing his eardrums.
An Yi grinned. "Good job. So, funding’s all set?"
"Well…"
Nie Qinglan hesitated, then passed the phone to Shangguan Qianqian, whispering guiltily, "I’m not sure—let Qianqian-jie explain."
"Boss."
Shangguan Qianqian’s cool voice came through.
An Yi smiled. "Congrats on the launch. Any operational hurdles?"
Just a polite question—he knew he couldn’t actually help.
Starting an entertainment company had only been a temporary system mission.
"None for now. Operations are running smoothly."
Shangguan Qianqian spoke firmly.
The role of deputy sect leader was tricky, but this was the Asura Sect’s deputy leader—she had to prove her capability in managing sect affairs.
She understood clearly: overseeing Yilan Media was An Yi’s test for her.
What he wanted was results.
She had to deliver—otherwise, she wasn’t fit for the position.
Nie Qinglan took back the phone, chirping, "Boss! With Xie Yan-jie’s help, we poached a bunch of established stars and fresh talent!"
"One newcomer’s already making waves—her coconut milk ad went viral in just days!"
"We’re planning to dive into variety shows first, have these rookies join a competition—"
Listening to Nie Qinglan’s rapid-fire updates, An Yi chuckled.
Maybe this accidental venture could actually become an entertainment empire.
"Boss, how can we celebrate the company’s launch without you? When are you coming?"
Nie Qinglan’s voice suddenly dropped to a whisper.
"An Yi… I miss you."
An Yi jerked, slamming the brakes just in time for a red light.
He sighed. He was still a virgin, yet drowning in romantic entanglements!
No wonder players struggled—being a playboy wasn’t easy!
"So? Are you coming? We’re all waiting! You didn’t even pick up yesterday." Nie Qinglan pouted.
An Yi pondered. "I can’t make it to Yunzhou right now. My identity… it’s complicated."
Though he wasn’t famous, plenty in this world wanted him dead.
Entertainment companies were under constant public scrutiny. If Yilan Media took off, he’d be thrust into the spotlight.
And that was the last thing he wanted.
Silent wealth was the way to go.
Nie Qinglan sounded dejected. "Fine… Boss, visit when you can, okay?"
After hanging up, An Yi headed straight for An Corporation with the Celestial Star Grass.
Last month’s profits had been impressive.
But trends were fickle—without maintaining Jade Beauty Elixir’s hype, sales would crash.
Expansion was ongoing, and the Tiger Yang Pills had just launched. Lan Ruoxi was stretched thin.
With inventory running low, he needed to stockpile more "packaged mud" to avoid shortages.
The Celestial Star Grass grew in cycles.
An Yi harvested it periodically, storing the fresh batches in his dimensional storage.
Too bad there was only one plant.
If only it could flower and seed.
Outside Huachuang Tower—
Wang Yuan stood heartbroken before a girl with an internet-famous face.
"Babe… I saw how you labeled me in your contacts—‘Backup No. 8.’ Fine, whatever. But why is Uncle Liu ‘Backup No. 7’?!"
"The man’s seventy-five! He can’t even walk without… leaking! And you ranked me below him?! You’ve shattered me! Aaargh—"
Yu Baobao took a drag from her cigarette, unimpressed.
"Since you’ve figured it out, let’s break up."
"Wait—can’t I move up a spot? Just don’t leave me behind Uncle Liu!" Wang Yuan pleaded pitifully.
Yu Baobao scoffed. "Uncle Liu owns a 100-square-meter apartment. Do you? He gets welfare subsidies. Do you? He’ll die soon. Can you?"
Wang Yuan took a deep breath, fists clenched.
"Listen. I’m now an executive at An Corporation. My monthly salary is in the hundreds of thousands. Everything you want—I can give it to you."
"Executive? An Corporation? The one selling Jade Beauty Elixir for a million a bottle? You’re delusional!"
Yu Baobao scoffed, "A monthly salary of hundreds of thousands? Then where’s your money? Dressed in cheap rags!"
Wang Yuan awkwardly replied, "I just started this job—my first paycheck won’t come until next month."
"Pfft! What a load of crap!"
Yu Baobao rolled her eyes. She’d rather spend time entertaining some cheerful old man than waste another second on this lying loser.
Though preferably, one who didn’t have the runs.
"I can prove everything he said is true!"
Just then, a beat-up taxi screeched to a halt.
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!"
o a martial world and obtained a system that allowed him to draw one entry per year. Unfortunately, all he drew were useless white-tier entries. The probability for high-quality entries was extremely low, with the highest-tier mythic entry having a mere 0.001% chance! To increase the probability, he had to improve his martial realm, but he lacked the innate talent for cultivation. At the age of eighteen, Chen Yi fell into the hands of a gang and was forced into hard labor. Just as his life seemed destined for a bleak end, on his 18th entry draw, he actually pulled a mythic entry—Simulator! In the simulation, he could also draw one entry every year that passed, and upon ending the simulation, he would inherit all entries and his martial realm! In his first simulation, Chen Yi struggled desperately just to survive, knowing that living one more year meant one more entry draw! Finally, with hair turned white, he drew the entry he had longed for—Low-Grade Innate Talent! "Hahaha! Don't bully the old and poor! Time to cultivate and inherit my cultivation base!" ... From then on, Chen Yi continuously simulated and drew entries, his martial realm soaring higher and higher! Epic, legendary, and even mythic entries were gathered into his collection one after another! "What demon race or devil race? What dark turmoil? I don't know anything about that. They just charged at me screaming 'How can you possibly ascend to immortality?!' and got stuck to my fists, unable to be shaken off. Blind spots, speed bumps... go talk to my simulator. We're all struggling to survive out here. I'm trying so hard, so how are they still alive?"
d intelligence to keep the plot moving, and sometimes even the protagonists are forced into absurdly dumb decisions. Why does the A-list celebrity heroine in urban romance novels ditch the top-tier movie star and become a lovestruck fool for a pockmarked male lead? Why do the leads in historical tragedy novels keep dancing between love and death, only for the blind healer to end up suffering the most? And Gu Wei never expected that after finally landing a villain role to stir up trouble, she’d pick the wrong gender! No choice now—she’ll just have to crush the protagonists as a girl!
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."
