Screech!
A Lamborghini Veneno cut through the curtain of rain and pulled over to the curb, its headlights flicking on.
An Yi killed the engine and looked at Wang Yuan sitting outside. He didn't honk; he just waited quietly.
Above Wang Yuan's head, a number appeared.
2!
In the three years since obtaining the System, this was An Yi's first time seeing such a low number. He hadn't realized Destiny Points could drop this low.
The rain grew heavier, blurring the world into a hazy gray.
"Do you want a ride?" An Yi asked indifferently.
Wang Yuan raised his head in a daze, looking at the vaguely familiar Lamborghini Veneno, and forced a smile uglier than crying. "Boss..."
Four minutes later.
The rocking luxury Porsche by the roadside finally went still.
"Damn, that felt good!"
Young Master Qiu patted Ye Sisi's slender leg, grinning with satisfaction.
Ye Sisi was speechless.
What the hell! Four minutes! If I'd known, I might as well have let that loser Wang Yuan have it cheap.
Forget it, she'd finish the job herself later.
"Young Master Qiu, you're amazing," Ye Sisi said hypocritically after putting on her clothes and kissing Young Master Qiu on the cheek.
Young Master Qiu boasted loudly, "Hahaha, of course! Who doesn't know I'm the Jiangbei Little Silver Gun!"
Ye Sisi's lips curled into a smile.
This guy didn't seem too bright. If she hooked him properly and played up her innocent act, she might actually marry into a wealthy family.
Coming from a common background, Ye Sisi endlessly envied Qin Yao.
She had worked so hard to get into Donghai University just to find a good future husband.
Ye Sisi blinked playfully and said in a cutesy voice, "Young Master Qiu, since we've done this, does that mean I can be your girlfriend..."
"Well..."
Young Master Qiu hesitated.
Being friends with benefits was fine, but a girlfriend? That wasn't really appropriate.
He had money, but he wasn't necessarily going to dump it on a girl like this.
Just then, in the curtain of rain, an extremely flashy Lamborghini flashed past like a bolt of lightning.
The aura of wealth and opulence stunned both Young Master Qiu and Ye Sisi.
A Lamborghini Veneno!
You couldn't find two of these in the entire country of Great Xia!
Bluntly speaking, just stripping two parts off that car would be worth more than this Porsche!
With just a glance, Ye Sisi saw the person in the Lamborghini's passenger seat.
It looked like... Wang Yuan!
"Holy crap, that looked like Vice President Wang from the An Corporation!" Young Master Qiu shouted excitedly.
Ye Sisi asked in a daze, "You mean the An Corporation?"
Nowadays, looking across the globe, who didn't know of the An Corporation's existence?
It was no longer just a domestic cosmetics giant.
After the Shura Gate occupied the Paradise Organization, it took over all its affiliated industries. After a year of development, the An Corporation had become a business empire!
It even looked poised to dominate the world!
Young Master Qiu said, "Vice President Wang Yuan! He's usually pretty low-key, not appearing as often as Lan Ruoxi or Ding Renfeng, but don't underestimate him. He's known as the Brain of the An Corporation!"
Speaking of this, Young Master Qiu sighed.
When one person achieves the Dao, their chickens and dogs ascend to heaven.
If he had known An Yi was so awesome, he should have knelt down and called him 'Daddy' the moment he first saw him.
Ye Sisi stood frozen as if struck by lightning, muttering to herself, "Wang Yuan... he... he's actually the Vice President of the An Corporation!"
"You... you know Vice President Wang?"
Young Master Qiu was flushed with excitement. "Can you pull some strings? If you can get me a meeting with Vice President Wang, I'll make you my girlfriend right now!"
Cooperating with the An Corporation was something countless companies dreamed of!
Ye Sisi's body trembled.
Endless regret filled her chest.
What had she missed out on?!
Clang!
Ye Sisi opened the car door and chased madly after the Lamborghini, shouting loudly, "Wang Yuan! Wait! Wang Yuan..."
But by then, the Lamborghini had long since sped away.
"Ah Yuan, a woman seemed to be calling you just now," An Yi said, looking at the tiny black dot in the rearview mirror.
Wang Yuan's eyes revealed indifference as he spoke slowly, "I don't know her."
An Yi didn't say anything more.
It was reality; he couldn't blame the girl.
Chasing fame and profit was human nature.
Wang Yuan revealed a relieved smile. "Boss, I've thought it through. I'll just work honestly from now on and stop messing around with all that nonsense."
"Yuan-zi, there will be someone worth dedicating your whole life to," An Yi comforted him.
Wang Yuan looked at the rain outside the window, his smile bitter. "I thought I had met her..."
...
"Your hair is wet. Let me dry it for you."
Lan Ruoxi took a towel and carefully dried An Yi's hair.
"It's nothing, just caught a little rain coming into the building," An Yi chuckled.
Lan Ruoxi glared at him playfully. "That won't do. You'll catch a cold."
An Yi grinned. "I don't even know what a cold is."
He possessed the Undying Martial Body.
He could regenerate even if his leg was broken!
Hearing this, Lan Ruoxi timidly pulled her hands back, her eyes dimming slightly.
An Yi was becoming more and more powerful; she was always afraid that one day she would become useless to him.
"Cough, do you have any cold medicine? I think it might be necessary to take some after all," An Yi coughed lightly and said.
Lan Ruoxi quickly stood up. "I... I'll go make you a cup of Ganmaoling."
Just then, An Yi's large hand grabbed her arm and pulled her into his embrace.
Lan Ruoxi's delicate body trembled slightly, and then the corners of her mouth curled up into a sweet smile.
"I don't need medicine. Just let me kiss you," An Yi grinned, showing a mischievous smile.
Lan Ruoxi looked around cautiously. "This is the office, won't it be..."
"It's late at night, there's no one..."
Before An Yi could finish his sentence, he saw a long-haired young man carrying a carton of Wangzai Milk and smoking a cigar wander past outside.
An Yi: "..."
"Let's go to my office," Lan Ruoxi squeezed An Yi's hand and whispered with her head lowered.
This was the general work area.
The An Corporation still had some customer service staff and the like at night, so it wouldn't be good to be seen by employees.
They arrived at Lan Ruoxi's office.
An Yi was surprised. "Are you planning to live here?"
This so-called office had a workspace outside, but inside there was a bedroom and a bathroom. It was clearly more than just a place to work.
Lan Ruoxi blushed and said, "I was afraid commuting every day would be a hassle, so I'm staying here temporarily..."
An Yi raised his eyebrows slightly. "No way, this is too simple."
In terms of net worth, Lan Ruoxi possessed tens of billions, yet this living space could truly be called austere.
"It's fine. I'm just living here while working temporarily, there's no need to be extravagant," Lan Ruoxi chuckled.
An Yi said helplessly, "Why be so frugal? You don't even know how to spend money. I really don't know what you're earning all this money for."
Lan Ruoxi smiled, then handed over a black bank card shimmering with gold edges.
She bit her lower lip lightly and said softly, "An Yi, I know you've always needed money. This is what I've saved from working."
"I..."
An Yi looked at the bank card, a lump in his throat, unable to say a single word.
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
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.
