Ahem!
Boss Nie gave a light cough, his expression unreadable.
This kid had just promised not to let his daughter suffer even the slightest grievance, and now he was feeding her leftovers right in front of him?
The atmosphere at the dinner table grew tense.
A bead of cold sweat formed on An Yi’s forehead.
He had gotten so used to giving his unfinished food to Shen Muxuan that it had become second nature.
But now, with Nie Qinglan’s father and the others watching, this habit suddenly seemed… dangerous.
"Here, Qinglan, try this dish."
An Yi forced a smile and picked up a half-eaten spare rib from his plate with his chopsticks.
Nie Qinglan blushed, murmuring shyly, "Y-you bit this already..."
Under the watchful eyes of her father and that fox woman, her face only grew redder.
This guy! Everyone’s watching, and he’s being so intimate!
Seeing An Yi still holding out the chopsticks with a grin, Nie Qinglan tucked a strand of her short black hair behind her ear and took a small bite of the rib.
Hmm. Tasted the same as usual—just delivered by An Yi’s chopsticks this time.
"Aww, these young ones are making even an old lady like me blush!"
Shirley giggled before shooting Boss Nie a playful glare. "Look at them! You’ve never spoiled me like that, not even once. So unromantic!"
Boss Nie chuckled. "Haha, want me to feed you too?"
"Copying them? Can’t you come up with something original?"
Shirley rolled her eyes.
Boss Nie smirked. "Fine, tonight we’ll try something new then."
"You’re terrible!"
Shirley seemed to catch his meaning immediately, her beautiful face flushing crimson.
An Yi stole a glance.
No wonder the system rated her a 9.
That seductive charm, those wavy locks, those long legs—just a glance was enough to make a man feel invincible.
But alas, An Yi’s heart was as steady as a rock. Unshakable.
Nie Qinglan watched Shirley and her father flirting, her discomfort growing.
This woman is trouble!
She had warned her father countless times, but he wouldn’t listen. He was utterly bewitched, convinced this coquettish fox was some flawless angel!
Back then, Nie Qinglan had even dressed like a delinquent just to get his attention.
But to her dismay, her father was too far gone—too busy doting on her to care. He even let Nie Qinglan run wild without a word.
The thought made her chest tighten with frustration.
One day, I’ll make him see her for what she really is!
"Here, open up."
An Yi held out a peeled shrimp, his voice gentle.
Nie Qinglan looked at him, and some of her gloom faded.
At least she had him now. Sure, he was a flirt, unreliable, a liar, rough around the edges, and generally infuriating—but…
Wait, how did I even fall for this guy?!
An Yi glanced between Nie Qinglan and Shirley, sighing inwardly.
Even the rich have their struggles, huh.
Just then, Nie Qinglan picked up a sea cucumber.
After a moment’s thought, she took a bite herself before offering the other half to An Yi.
"Here, An Yi, say ‘ah~’."
An Yi: "..."
Boss Nie was a master of drinking games, and his toasts were relentless.
An Yi, young and reckless, treated bottles of hundred-thousand-dollar wine like soda, chugging them one after another—though his face suggested it tasted worse than medicine.
Shirley, uncorking another bottle, winced in secondhand pain.
What a waste, feeding this to a donkey!
Glasses clinked, laughter flowed—host and guest, both thoroughly entertained.
By the end, a thoroughly drunk An Yi was being half-carried by Nie Qinglan to his room.
"An Yi, you can sleep in Qinglan’s room tonight. Boss is open-minded, don’t worry~"
Shirley winked suggestively.
Nie Qinglan’s face burned.
As much as she hated Shirley, she had to admit—this move was perfect.
Tonight? With him?
Her blush spread all the way to her ears.
Well… it’s about time.
What kind of CEO of Yilan Corp stayed a virgin anyway?
An Yi’s expression shifted. He shook his head firmly.
"No, no, that’s not proper."
"Why not? Boss doesn’t mind," Shirley teased.
"Absolutely not. I’m a traditional man. If I love someone, it’s for life. I promised to take care of Qinglan—I won’t disrespect her like this."
His voice was resolute, almost moving himself.
"An Yi..."
Nie Qinglan’s eyes shimmered.
"Alright, get some rest."
He ruffled her hair tenderly.
Nie Qinglan nodded. "Then… goodnight."
As she walked away, Shirley smiled. "What a good man. We weren’t wrong about you."
"Wait, Shirley—where’s my dog?"
An Yi called after her.
Shirley blinked. "In the backyard. Why?"
An Yi frowned. "No good. He’s spoiled—can’t sleep without me."
Shirley tilted her head. "Really? The guards said he passed out after a pile of steaks. They carried him to the yard and he didn’t even stir."
Ahem.
"Well, I can’t sleep without him. You know how it is—dogs are the best sleep aids."
An Yi’s excuse was flimsy at best.
"...You need a dog to sleep?"
What kind of fetish is this?!
Bewildered but obliging, Shirley had Hongtian brought over.
The dog yawned, shooting An Yi a bleary-eyed glare.
This bastard, interrupting my beauty sleep again.
"See? He’s lethargic without me," An Yi insisted.
Hongtian trudged over, nuzzling An Yi’s leg with exaggerated affection—Fine, play along, you idiot.
"O...kay then. Goodnight."
Shirley forced a smile before leaving.
"Night!"
An Yi practically dragged the sluggish Hongtian into the room by the leash.
BANG.
The door shut.
Outside, black-suited bodyguards stood at attention, vigilant.
"An Yi’s in the room?"
Boss Nie’s voice crackled through their earpieces.
Shirley whispered, "Just went in."
"Keep watching."
The line went dead.
Inside, An Yi swayed drunkenly—but his eyes were sharp, scanning every corner.
Five guards outside—two Dark Force practitioners, three Bright Force. One pinhole camera in the room, hidden near the wardrobe. No bugs.
That last part surprised him. Then again, what was there to eavesdrop on? A man and his dog?
He tossed a spirit core. Hongtian caught it mid-air, swallowing it whole.
A red glow flashed—the already muscular dog grew bulkier, his features turning fiercer.
"Few more of those, and I might regain mind-reading. Helpful for you too," Hongtian tempted.
"Dream on. We’ve got work to do."
An Yi flopped onto the bed, blocking the camera’s view as faint light gathered in his palm.
Skill: Forgery!
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."
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!"
esick Sect? Well, at least it's considered a respectable orthodox sect. Wait a minute— What kind of vibe are you all giving off? Shouldn’t this be a love-struck, romance-obsessed sect? Why does everyone here sound more like demonic cultivators? "Master, today he’s getting married. This disciple wishes to descend the mountain and crash the wedding, then toy with him to death right in front of his wife..." "Elder, I only got into your sect through connections, so why won’t you teach me anything?" "Because I also became an elder through connections." Thankfully, Su Ji was just an outer sect labor disciple. Surely, nothing too crazy would— "Junior Brother, you’ve broken through to Qi Refining. Once you sever your useless spiritual root, you can officially become an outer sect disciple." "The Great Dao is merciless. Don’t let a worthless spiritual root waste your essence and spirit, hindering your cultivation." Is this really the Lovesick Sect? ... Three years later, Su Ji sat in the seat of the Lovesick Sect’s sect master, sighing with emotion. His rise to this position all started when his junior sister adamantly insisted on preserving his "spiritual root." "Mmm... Senior Brother, what’s our relationship now?" "Stop talking. Keep going." "By the way, that newly promoted top-tier sect—didn’t they come to buy our Love Beans?" "One top-grade spirit stone per Love Bean—is that really so expensive?" "I suspect they’ve eaten too many Love Beans." "Now they’re lovesick." Well, this really is the Lovesick Sect after all.
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."
