Qin Yao watched the girl throw herself into An Yi's arms, her expression complicated.
Yet another pretty girl, whose looks were no less stunning than hers or the girl in traditional dress beside her.
And… her bust seemed to be a size bigger!
Was this guy really that popular?!
An Yi was caught off guard as Lan Ruoxi crashed into him, his hands awkwardly hovering in the air, unsure where to place them.
Standing at the doorway, Zhang Fan's face twisted with rage at the sight.
It was already after work hours.
Lan Ruoxi had relied on him to access the surveillance room, meticulously reviewing the footage until she confirmed that An Yi was the one who had broken into the ward last night.
Zhang Fan had assumed she intended to bring this lock-picking troublemaker to justice.
He had even gloated, ready to report the incident to the authorities. Never in his wildest dreams did he expect Lan Ruoxi to immediately hug the guy.
The feeling was like wearing a neon-green hat! Zhang Fan's teeth practically chattered with fury.
In his mind, Lan Ruoxi was already his exclusive property—no other man should even come close!
"Thank you, thank you!"
Lan Ruoxi clung tightly to An Yi, tears rolling down her cheeks in fat droplets.
Her mother's critical condition had driven her to despair.
To scrape together the money for treatment, she had even prepared herself for the worst.
An Yi's intervention last night had saved her life in every sense.
An Yi forced a faint smile, raising his hands uncertainly. "N-no problem. What happened last night was nothing. You really don’t need to thank me."
This girl… not only was she gorgeous, but her figure was outstanding too!
No, he couldn’t let himself get distracted!
He quickly glanced at Qin Yao’s expression.
This stunningly wealthy woman, who could afford to hire a bodyguard worth a hundred million, was his real target. Getting misunderstood now would be disastrous.
But clearly, Qin Yao’s face had darkened slightly.
Regaining her composure, Lan Ruoxi realized she was still clinging to An Yi. Instantly, her face flushed red down to her neck.
"I-I’m sorry, I got too emotional."
Her beautiful cheeks were now the color of ripe tomatoes.
Cheng Yuanfeng discreetly spat out a chicken bone, thoroughly entertained by the spectacle, clicking his tongue in amusement.
This guy’s luck with women was downright terrifying.
With these three girls around, even most female celebrities couldn’t compare in looks.
"An Yi, when you didn’t come back last night… were you with her?"
Shen Muxuan blinked her big, doll-like eyes and asked innocently.
An Yi’s heart instantly sank.
You silly girl, don’t spout nonsense! What if my sugar mommy runs away?!
Lan Ruoxi, realizing she’d caused a misunderstanding, hurriedly explained, "Sister-in-law, please don’t misunderstand! Last night, An Yi did come to my room, but he didn’t do anything. I was asleep the whole time, so I don’t know what happened—"
Her intentions were good, but the more she tried to explain, the worse it sounded.
An Yi stole another glance at Qin Yao’s stormy expression and felt like he’d been plunged into an ice bath.
This girl’s "helpful clarification" was the final nail in the coffin!
Why did I go to your room in the middle of the night? Couldn’t you have explained properly?! And "sister-in-law"? Who told you to call her that?!
He could practically see the sports cars and luxury villas slipping further away.
No, there was still hope!
An Yi cleared his throat. "Ahem, let me explain. The thing is—"
At that moment, Shen Muxuan cheerfully added, "An Yi and I do share a room, but I’m not his girlfriend…"
Co-renting! We’re co-renting, not sharing a room!
An Yi turned to stone internally, screaming in despair.
Dammit!
It’s over!
There’s no salvaging this now!
Sure enough, Qin Yao’s gaze had shifted, her almond-shaped eyes now icy cold.
What a scumbag!
Not only was he living with this girl in traditional dress without giving her an official title, but he’d also sneaked into another girl’s room at night!
She didn’t know what he’d planned to do, but it couldn’t have been anything good.
She had been too naïve. They’d only met a few times, yet she’d actually started developing feelings for this trash.
Thankfully, she’d seen through him in time—otherwise, she might have handed her first love to a guy like this!
Cheng Yuanfeng watched An Yi’s social annihilation with relish, even chewing on a chicken butt with extra enjoyment.
This kind of drama was life-extending!
"Wait, Qin Yao, it’s not what you think! We’re just co-renting—" An Yi swallowed hard, desperate to explain.
"Grandpa, since you’re fine, I’ll take my leave now. I’ll visit again when I have time."
Qin Yao waved at Cheng Yuanfeng, completely ignoring An Yi.
Cheng Yuanfeng chuckled. "Sure, sure. Grandpa’s fine, just a little heartache. Don’t forget to tell that Lin guy to settle my hospital bill."
"Of course, I’ll pass it on."
Qin Yao smiled gently, then turned to leave without so much as a glance in An Yi’s direction.
"Move."
She said coolly to Zhang Fan, who was blocking the door.
"O-oh."
Zhang Fan stepped aside, staring obsessively at Qin Yao’s graceful, retreating figure.
This girl had attitude too.
His eyes gleamed with venom.
I have the Surgery System—I’m the chosen one! The protagonist! Everyone else is just a side character orbiting me!
Zhang Fan’s fists clenched as he glared at An Yi, surrounded by girls.
As Qin Yao walked away, An Yi felt decades older.
The chance to date a gorgeous, youthful billionaire heiress—
That kind of opportunity was rarer than winning the lottery!
And now he’d been branded a player?
I’m still a virgin! I’ve never even dated anyone!
"What’s wrong?" Shen Muxuan tilted her head, noticing An Yi’s gloom.
An Yi waved her off. "Nothing. Let’s call Aunt Zhou—the luggage is mostly packed."
Cheng Yuanfeng nudged An Yi with his foot. "That guy at the door was giving you a nasty look."
"I know."
An Yi’s eyes narrowed slightly.
What puzzled him was why the hostility was so intense. He’d barely interacted with Zhang Fan.
Regardless—
If he doesn’t provoke me, I won’t bother him. But if he does… I’ll make sure he regrets it.
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Hospital Parking Lot
A long-haired young man puffed on a thick cigar, blowing smoke rings into the air.
Behind him stood a row of thugs wielding baseball bats—about a dozen of them, all tall and imposing.
"Hey, Yao Ji, where’s the target?"
The long-haired man—Brother Feng—flicked away his cigar and dialed Yao Ji.
"Brother Feng! You’re finally here! He’s in Ward 203 on the second floor."
Brother Feng grunted. "Describe him. Don’t want to grab the wrong guy."
"There’s only two beds in that ward, so it’s hard to miss. Early 20s, around 6 feet tall, fair-skinned and handsome—looks like a pretty boy."
"Got it."
Brother Feng hung up and signaled to a brawny, sunglasses-wearing enforcer. "Ward 203. Early 20s, tall, decent-looking. Not many people inside—should be easy to spot. Wait there and drag him out when you see him."
"On it!"
The enforcer sprinted up the stairs to the second floor, positioning himself by the stairwell.
Just then, Zhang Fan emerged from Ward 203, his face shadowed with resentment.
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
