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!"
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.”
villain is the number one simp for the book's leading female protagonist, Shen Wan'er. As expected, he later becomes a tool for the main character to show off and slap faces, ultimately meeting a tragic end with his family ruined and his life in shambles. Fortunately, he awakens the [Universal Pure Love System], which allows him to earn points by performing acts of pure love. To change his fate, Gu Yan makes a decisive choice to seek warmth and companionship with the book's biggest villain—Cold Qingqiu. ........... My name is Leng Qingqiu. To find the murderer who killed my parents years ago, I deliberately blinded myself so that everyone would lower their guard around me. Just as I was secretly accumulating power and capital according to my initial plan, a man walked into my world. "Lengleng, Qingqing, Qiuqiu, which nickname do you prefer?" I don't like any of them. You'd better leave quickly! "Why aren't you saying anything? How about I call you my baby wife?" Leng Qingqiu thinks to herself, this man is truly annoying! (Stubborn pure love warrior + single female lead + true pure love + 1v1)
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.
