It must be said.
Though Yao Ji wasn’t particularly skilled, he was fiercely competitive!
Cheating at a game of Landlord!
Even if his opponent was the Boss, he refused to back down!
Yao Ji ran his fingers over the cards, a smirk curling at his lips.
With a flick of his wrist, he revealed two Jokers—he’d already swiped them at the start of the game!
Back in the day, before An Yi had stolen two wallets from him on a bus in Jiangbei City, Yao Ji had been one of the top pickpockets around.
Swiping cards was child’s play for him.
If not for his fear of getting his legs broken in a casino, he might’ve already been a notorious gambler.
Beside him, Ding Renfeng sipped his Wang Zai milk tea, casting a sidelong glance at Yao Ji.
This guy had a death wish—daring to steal the Boss’s special cards!
"Three of spades. Boss, your turn." Yao Ji grinned, clutching his Jokers.
An Yi narrowed his eyes at the cards and immediately played his hand: "Jokers!"
Yao Ji’s smile froze.
Jokers?
Then what was in his hand?
Disbelieving, Yao Ji tore a corner of his cards—they were real!
They’d only used one deck!
How did this guy pull out another pair of Jokers?!
Unless…
He’d prepared an extra set of Jokers just to cheat at cards?!
How utterly ridiculous!
An Yi’s lips curled into a smile—three parts cold, three parts mocking, three parts arrogant, three parts wicked, and three parts nonchalant—as he spread his hand.
"Five straights, a clean sweep!"
Yao Ji checked his own cards, then the table, his eyelids twitching violently.
Counting his hand, there were five Kings, five Queens, and six Aces in play!
Ding Renfeng noticed the discrepancy too and sucked in a sharp breath.
"Terrifying!"
"Wow, Boss is amazing! Another Jokers!"
"Deputy Ding and Manager Wang are no match for him!"
A few girls stared at An Yi with wide, adoring eyes, practically devouring him with their gazes.
What could they do? The guy was ridiculously handsome.
And charming too—even his signature smirk while cheating at cards was devilishly attractive… Ugh, enough!
Point was, the guy was loaded!
Who in all of Xia hadn’t heard of the legendary Jade Beauty Serum?
As employees of the company, they had a rough idea of its profits. Last month alone, this guy’s earnings were in the hundreds of millions!
Who wouldn’t love someone that rich?
"Boss An, I think I’m a little drunk…"
"Boss An, could you check? My chest feels a bit tight…"
Noticing the swarm of young, pretty girls closing in—one particularly buxom girl even tugged her collar lower, revealing a generous expanse of milky-white cleavage—An Yi’s bright smile gradually turned icy.
Under the weight of An Yi’s righteous glare, the female employees froze.
"Ladies, self-respect is everything. Your enthusiasm won’t earn a man’s genuine affection. A real man loves a woman’s heart, not just a pretty face. As members of the An Family, I hope you understand this and learn to value yourselves."
An Yi spoke earnestly, then turned to Lan Ruoxi standing behind him, his smile returning. "Ruoxi, you’re here."
Yao Ji and Ding Renfeng finally noticed Lan Ruoxi and exchanged a glance.
"Holy crap!"
"That reaction speed—unreal!"
Lan Ruoxi had changed out of her work attire into casual wear—a stylish white sweater paired with a skirt, exuding both allure and elegance.
Her delicate, pure-yet-seductive face, paired with those soul-stealing, doe-like eyes, was downright lethal.
Compared to her, the girls fawning over An Yi earlier instantly paled into insignificance.
"An Yi, I’m here. I went home to change." Lan Ruoxi blinked, smiling sweetly.
An Yi grinned, leaning in to whisper, "My wife is the prettiest."
"Stop it! Not in front of everyone!" Lan Ruoxi’s face burned, but she couldn’t suppress her happy smile.
An Yi wordlessly took her hand.
Blushing, Lan Ruoxi let him hold it and whispered, "This is the first time we’ve held a banquet at the company. It’s all for you. Do you like it?"
"It’s perfect."
An Yi glanced around, smiling. The spacious hall downstairs was ideal for a banquet, with plenty of room to spare.
Too bad the girls who’d been fawning over him earlier were now keeping their distance because of Lan Ruoxi.
Just then, on the company’s makeshift stage, two identical bald men were belting into the microphone:
"Shaolin Kung Fu’s great, yo!"
"Really great~"
"Shaolin Kung Fu’s strong, yo!"
"Really strong~"
"I’m the Iron Head!"
"Invincible Iron Head!"
Long and Wu sang with gusto.
Peels, trash bags, and all sorts of debris rained down on them.
"Get off!"
"What kind of garbage is this?!"
Below, Ding Renfeng whistled and lobbed a beer bottle.
It smacked Long square in the forehead. With his minor mastery of the Iron Head skill, the bottle barely tickled—but it was an insult!
Enraged, Long charged down with the microphone.
Cheers and shouts erupted, the scene descending into chaos!
Lan Ruoxi frowned. "This is too rowdy. Even Brother Ding is egging them on."
An Yi chuckled. "Work’s been stressful. Let them blow off steam. Happiness is what matters!"
Then a banana peel smacked An Yi in the face.
His expression darkened.
Grabbing the microphone, An Yi strode onto the stage.
Below, a bruised Ding Renfeng, Yao Ji, Long, and Hu cheered.
"Boss, give us a song!"
"Oh my god, Boss is so handsome!"
"Dreamy!"
The girls screamed.
Proof that money could make people lose their minds.
Surveying the roaring crowd, An Yi straightened the microphone—bent during the earlier scuffle—and smiled modestly. "Ah, I told you all I can’t sing, but you insisted."
Everyone: "…"
Silence.
Hadn’t he walked up there himself?
An Yi blew into the microphone, grinning.
He had a Singer side job he’d never used before—complete with three free songs.
After a quick listen, he’d picked one.
"This next song is for someone special."
As he spoke, all eyes turned to Lan Ruoxi. Ding Renfeng and the others whistled and hooted.
Lan Ruoxi flushed crimson, utterly embarrassed.
An Yi strummed a guitar—no one knew where he’d gotten it—and began singing in a clear, tender voice.
"Parting the clouds in the sky,
Like blue velvet so fine,
I’d cross mountains for you.
Love is just one word,
I’ll say it only once—"
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
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!
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.
