The video was shot really well—great angles, clear lighting, professional quality.
Watching the short clip, Lan Ruoxi's eyes curved into crescents from smiling. Beside her, An Yi's face turned ashen.
These days, who doesn’t have the habit of scrolling through short videos? A trending video with that kind of explosive reach—An Yi felt like he was doomed.
Noticing An Yi's expression, Lan Ruoxi faintly understood something, the joy in her eyes dimming slightly. She gazed at the scene in the video where she and An Yi were embracing, a small smile tugging at her lips as she saved the clip.
Then, she opened her contacts.
"Hello, President Lan, what can I do for you?" Wang Yuan's voice came through.
"Director Wang, the username 'A Flash of Green Light' is yours, right? Please delete the video first. An Yi prefers to keep a low profile, and now that it's gone viral, it’ll make him uncomfortable," Lan Ruoxi said softly.
Wang Yuan quickly replied, "My apologies, President Lan. I overlooked that. I’ll delete it right away."
"Good. Also, have President Ding contact the PR team to suppress the video’s popularity."
After hanging up, Lan Ruoxi turned to An Yi with a playful smile. "I thought you might not like the attention, so I had them delete it. You’re not upset with me, are you?"
"Of course not."
An Yi exhaled in relief.
"Good job, sis!"
"Let’s go."
Lan Ruoxi grinned mischievously and took An Yi’s hand. He pulled her into an embrace, apologetic. "Ruoxi, I... I might not be able to stay with you tonight."
"I know. I heard the call earlier. It’s fine. Just having you with me today made me really happy."
Lan Ruoxi blinked, smiling.
Meanwhile, at the An family company gathering hall...
"Damn, Yuan, you’re amazing! Never knew you were this good at filming. This level of skill is top-tier in the country."
Ding Renfeng, reeking of alcohol, slung an arm around Wang Yuan’s shoulders.
"Learned it just for this video. Cost me 200."
Wang Yuan sighed, speaking in terms Ding Renfeng didn’t understand.
Watching his follower count skyrocket, likes and comments flooding in—his notifications were all 99+ within just two hours—Wang Yuan hesitated before finally deleting the video.
"Two hundred points of Misfortune Value for this filming skill... Wasn’t easy, you know."
Hu stared curiously at Wang Yuan. "Hey, Wang, your head’s looking a bit green."
Wang Yuan touched his head and snapped, "The hell it is! You’re the one who’s green!"
"Oops, my bad. Must be the lighting."
"Watch your words, or I’ll lose it!"
Wang Yuan loosened his tie, flashing a confident grin.
He was a changed man now.
Fresh out of college, still in his internship, yet already a director at the An family company with a million-yuan salary.
No longer the pathetic simp he once was—now women chased him!
Lately, a female intern from the marketing department, around his age, had been subtly flirting with him.
Wang Yuan knew it—his golden era had arrived. The streak of misfortune was finally over.
A shame, really. He wouldn’t need that "Cuckold System" anymore.
Ding! Misfortune Value +1000!
Wang Yuan, mid-sip of red wine, spat it out at the familiar system prompt.
"Something’s off... That number..."
He frantically scanned the room, searching for the source—then his eyes nearly bulged out.
That pretty intern he’d been eyeing, the one he was practically dating, was in a dim corner making out with some scruffy, middle-aged man.
The man wasn’t behaving either, his hands wandering shamelessly. What exactly he was groping for, Wang Yuan couldn’t bear to watch.
He’d been cuckolded. Again.
As Wang Yuan clutched his head and crouched down, Hu adjusted his round glasses. "Yo, Yuan, what’s up?"
Wang Yuan groaned. "Nothing. Just feeling... green."
At the Qin family villa...
Dozens of black-suited bodyguards stood armed at the entrance, tense and alert.
Only one man faced them.
Wild crimson hair, a massive halberd in hand, radiating an overwhelming aura of bloodlust. Yet this lone figure exuded pressure like an entire army.
The bodyguards’ legs trembled, their gun hands shaking uncontrollably.
"Lin Chen, you little rat! Hand over the token to your grandpa Han Liang, and I’ll spare your life!"
The halberd-wielding youth grinned, slamming his weapon down—the ground cracked beneath it.
"My tiles! They were just laid a few days ago!"
Uncle Fu winced at the damage.
"Uncle Fu, who is this guy? Is he strong?"
Qin Yao’s voice quivered as she whispered.
Uncle Fu’s expression darkened. "Han Liang. Son of Han Lie, the lecherous patriarch of the Blood Fiend Sect. Ranked 16th on the Hidden Dragon List. Rumor has it his true strength places him within the top 200 of the Heavenly Rankings."
"Then... Lin Chen’s in real danger?"
Qin Yao paled.
She vaguely recalled Lin Chen’s ranking on the Hidden Dragon List being much lower.
Uncle Fu wiped his sweat. "Young Miss, there’s a secret passage under these tiles leading to the garden’s back gate. If things go south, run for it."
Qin Yao clenched her fists. "I believe Lin Chen can beat him. Besides, I already called An Yi!"
"That brat?"
Uncle Fu scoffed.
That guy might have a lousy character, but when it comes to strength, there’s nothing to criticize.
If he shows up, dealing with this red-haired punk will be a piece of cake.
Not coming out? Then I’ll drag you out myself!
Han Liang strode forward, gripping his massive halberd.
The bodyguards paled as their guns flashed in the darkness, firing at Han Liang.
Handguns? How disgraceful for martial artists!
Han Liang swung his halberd in a sweeping arc.
Bullets clinked against the blade, every single one deflected.
Let me handle this!
A Mingjin-level bodyguard from the villa leaped into action—
Only to be sent flying by Han Liang’s halberd mid-air, vanishing like a swatted fly before anyone could even see his face.
Pathetic!
Han Liang hoisted the halberd onto his shoulder, then swung it with both hands, lunging forward in a single explosive motion.
Terrifying energy surged from his arms into the weapon, unleashing a storm of wind pressure.
The bodyguards turned ghostly white.
I’ll wreck your hideout first! Let’s see where you hide then!
Han Liang bared his teeth in a savage grin.
He held nothing back—this strike would reduce the villa to rubble, turning it into a makeshift shelter!
Qin Yao, Uncle Fu, and the others stood frozen, their faces drained of color.
CLANG!
Just as the halberd descended—
A T-shaped baton shot out, blocking it with unwavering stability.
The shockwave of force sent the nearby bodyguards stumbling back several steps before they barely regained their footing.
Lin Chen stood there, clad only in long pants, his bare torso revealing sculpted, athletic muscles. Water still dripped from his dark hair.
I was in the middle of a damn shower. Who the hell’s making all this noise?
He threw on a black trench coat, gripping his Lieyun baton with icy intensity.
Meanwhile, atop the bathroom roof—
A bespectacled girl steadied her sniper rifle, aiming squarely at Han Liang.
His arms trembled slightly under the halberd’s weight, but Han Liang only grinned wider, eyes alight with excitement.
Now this… this is interesting!
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!"
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
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."
reezy rom-com) Good news: Jiang Liu is quite the ladies' man. Bad news: He’s lost his memory. Lying in a hospital bed, Jiang Liu listens to a parade of goddesses spouting "absurd claims," feeling like the world is one giant game of Werewolf. "Jiang Liu, I’m your first love." "Jiang Liu, you’re my boyfriend—she’s your ex." "Jiang Liu, we’re close friends who’ve shared a bed, remember?" "Jiang Liu, I want to have your baby." The now-lucid Jiang Liu is convinced this must be some elaborate scam... until someone drops the bombshell: "The day before you lost your memory, you confessed your feelings—and got into a relationship." Jiang Liu is utterly baffled. So... who the hell is his actual girlfriend?! ... Before recovering his memories, Jiang Liu must navigate this minefield of lies and sincerity, fighting to protect himself from these women’s schemes. But things spiral even further out of control as more people show up at his doorstep—each with increasingly unhinged antics. On the bright side, the memories he lost due to overwhelming trauma seem to be resurfacing. Great news, right? So why are they all panicking now?
