An Yi looked around the towering building, quietly amazed.
They rented out this entire massive place—all for Yilan Media?
Back then, he had only given Nie Qinglan ten million, hadn’t he?
Forget company operations—just the rent for this building alone must cost a fortune!
Suddenly, An Yi understood the allure of being a wealthy young woman.
A true revelation!
What was he even working so hard for?
Yilan Media, this small company, had risen to become a giant in the entertainment industry in such a short time.
An Yi knew his dear father-in-law, Nie Chengwen, must have played a crucial role.
Noticing An Yi’s awestruck expression, Xue Yuanyuan muttered under her breath, "Country bumpkin."
"What did you say?" An Yi turned and pressed.
Xue Yuanyuan huffed, "Nothing!"
An Yi studied her face and frowned. "Have you been crying?"
Though she had touched up her makeup, her eyes were slightly red and swollen—clearly, she had been in tears.
"No!"
Xue Yuanyuan stubbornly turned her face away, sniffling.
She had cried, but she refused to show her vulnerability in front of this jerk.
"Hey, little girl, you’re a big star now. Countless men have your posters on their walls, worshiping you as their goddess. What’s there to be sad about? Come on, smile."
An Yi tried to comfort her.
After all, this girl had joined Yilan Media to chase after him.
He might not be a saint, but he wasn’t heartless either. Offering some solace when a fan was upset was the least he could do.
"Hah, goddess? Do you know what they call me?" Xue Yuanyuan sneered in response.
"A pretty face with no talent?"
An Yi raised an eyebrow. After the audition, he had casually looked up Xue Yuanyuan’s background and knew a bit about her.
She had skyrocketed to fame overnight because of a coconut milk ad.
In today’s fast-paced internet age, fame could come and go in an instant.
But with fame came backlash.
Xue Yuanyuan said bitterly, "They call me 'Milk Bottle.'"
An Yi:
"Well… can’t really blame them for that."
An Yi discreetly glanced at her proportions and swallowed hard.
The only one who could rival her in that department was Lin Mei'er!
Even Master Mu, who descended from the immortal sects, would have to admit defeat.
"They call me a useless bimbo who only relies on her chest. They say I’m a flirt, a slut who seduces men, that I’m shameless, that I’ve disgraced my family’s name, that I should just die…"
Xue Yuanyuan’s voice cracked as tears spilled over. "They never stop. I don’t understand—what did I do wrong? Why do they hate me so much? I’m just living my life honestly, not stealing or cheating. What right do they have to say those things?"
Watching her cry, An Yi fell silent.
Slander could destroy a person. Public opinion was terrifying.
The ones hiding behind their screens, venting their negativity at strangers, were the real monsters.
The keyboard warriors might be shy students, polite office workers, or even innocent-looking "big-dick cuties" in real life.
But in the virtual world, they could craft a holier-than-thou persona, judging others with self-righteous morals.
"Alright, don’t pay attention to those irrelevant people."
An Yi stepped forward and gently hugged Xue Yuanyuan.
This girl was pitiful—alone, with no one to rely on.
Right now, he was her only emotional anchor.
Feeling the warmth and solidity of An Yi’s embrace, Xue Yuanyuan froze. Tears welled up again, and her face flushed red—whether from anger or embarrassment, she couldn’t tell.
This bastard! This jerk! Taking advantage of her when she was emotionally vulnerable!
So unfair!
Yet Xue Yuanyuan buried her face in An Yi’s shoulder, gripping his clothes tightly as tears fell.
She had been carrying too much pressure. Right now, she just needed someone to lean on.
Even if that someone was a scoundrel!
At that moment, Wang Qian emerged from the restroom, his head still reeking despite being washed repeatedly. His face was grim.
Then, he saw this.
In an instant!
Unspeakable rage filled his chest!
Xue Yuanyuan—dubbed "Milk Yuan" by fans—was being hugged by a man!
Wang Qian’s face twisted with fury.
After all, half the reason he joined Yilan Media was for Xue Yuanyuan!
The other half was for Shangguan Qianqian!
But when Wang Qian recognized the man’s face, he spun around and bolted! No force on earth could stop him!
He’d just washed his head—he wasn’t about to get it stuffed again.
Still…
Glancing at the photo on his phone, Wang Qian grinned.
Milk Yuan was at the peak of her fame, with countless men drooling over her.
Hah! Getting handsy with her? Kid, prepare to be cyberbullied to death!
"Feeling better?" An Yi asked gently once Xue Yuanyuan had cried herself out.
Xue Yuanyuan sniffled, too embarrassed to meet his eyes.
Not only had she broken down, but she’d done it in front of the pervert she hated most!
This complicated feeling left her unsure how to face An Yi.
At least he hadn’t taken advantage of her.
Somehow, this guy—who had once groped her—didn’t seem so detestable anymore.
An Yi spoke softly, his voice clear and warm. "In life, you’ll meet all kinds of people. You can’t make everyone like you."
Xue Yuanyuan stole a glance at his profile, her cheeks tinged pink.
This guy… looked kinda handsome when he was serious.
"For example…"
An Yi scanned the surroundings but couldn’t find a good analogy. He looked around again, then said, "For example, boobs!"
Xue Yuanyuan:
"Most men like round, perky ones, but there are always weirdos who prefer flat ones.
They’ll say, 'Flat ones are prettier—yours are just ugly lumps.'
But would you flatten yours just to please them? Obviously not!"
An Yi spoke earnestly. "The lesson here is: stay true to yourself. When people try to force their standards on you, hold onto your principles. Take things step by step, steady and sure."
Xue Yuanyuan was stunned.
Though his words made sense…
Why did they sound so perverted?!
An Yi continued sagely, "Take me, for instance. Some call me a loser, a creep, but I never listen—because I know I’m not!"
Noticing his downward glance, Xue Yuanyuan instinctively covered her chest.
An Yi averted his gaze and declared righteously, "Because I believe—a clear conscience fears no accusation! Heaven watches all, and justice will prevail, clearing my name under the bright sky!"
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
ine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】 【You rely on each other, becoming each other's support】 【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl's eyes fades】 …… 【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】 【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】 【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】 【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】 …… One simulation after another, one encounter after another. Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: "Wait, you said you're coming to the real world to find me?"
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?"
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."
