An Yi's series of flashy moves finally made Aunt Zhou see through him.
This silly boy was showing off his wealth!
"Oh my, impressive! So this is an air conditioner—no wonder it felt so cool the moment I stepped in."
Aunt Zhou took the 300 yuan and three loose coins, casually placing the braised beef she was carrying on the table.
An Yi waved his hand smugly. "It's nothing, just a Gree-brand air conditioner worth 2,599 yuan. Really no big deal."
"So rich, huh? How about paying back your debts first then?"
Aunt Zhou was equally delighted, asking with a beaming smile.
An Yi: "..."
Miscalculation.
Only now did it dawn on him—while the rent might have been settled, he still owed Aunt Zhou quite a bit of money.
"This braised meat isn’t much. I’d have brought more if I’d known. You two enjoy it."
Aunt Zhou cheerfully walked off with two stacks of red bills, counting them with her fingers as she went. Her steps were light, her entire demeanor glowing as if she’d shed ten years off her age.
Shen Muxuan stared longingly at the braised beef, swallowing hard before glancing at An Yi, who now looked like he’d aged ten years. "Aren’t you eating?"
An Yi gazed mournfully at his last remaining 10,000 yuan. "No appetite. You finish it. My heart hurts."
Shen Muxuan cheered and dug in with gusto.
An Yi looked at the remaining money and felt a renewed sense of crisis.
With just enough for the underground boxing ring’s entry fee, should he go back for another round?
"Hey, An Yi, I want to buy some new clothes."
Shen Muxuan blinked up at him with puppy-dog eyes.
She seemed to have figured out the trick—An Yi was soft-hearted. A little sweet-talking and acting cute would do the trick.
"Fine, but we’re short on cash, so just one outfit! Damn, where’d all the beef go? You barely left any!"
"You said you weren’t hungry!"
"That’s braised beef! I haven’t seen it in almost half a year! Also, turn off the AC. Electricity’s expensive."
......
The weather in July was as unpredictable as the padded size of a girl’s bra—changing at a moment’s notice.
After a heavy downpour, the sky turned a pristine blue, as clear as a freshly washed crystal vase.
On the bustling commercial street,
Qin Yao crouched down, gently stroking a mud-streaked kitten. Drenched by the rain, its fur was matted and dirty.
"You must be hungry. Here, try some chicken."
She carefully tore the meat into small pieces, cradling them in her palm as she fed the tiny creature.
"It’s filthy," Lin Chen remarked from beside her.
Qin Yao shot him a glare. "You’re the filthy one! Take off your jacket."
"Why my jacket?"
"Just do it, no questions!"
Under her insistent demand, Lin Chen reluctantly shed his coat.
Qin Yao carefully wrapped the frail kitten in it. "I know it’s uncomfortable, but bear with it for now. Stay in here for a bit."
Lin Chen: "..."
"That jacket’s expensive. I want reimbursement," Lin Chen said seriously.
"It’s just a coat. Approved."
Humming a tune, Qin Yao carried the kitten down the street, a picture of effortless grace.
Behind her, Lin Chen trailed with a stormy expression.
And behind him, the old butler watched with barely contained excitement.
"At last, at last!"
Uncle Fu, the family steward, nearly teared up seeing Qin Yao and Lin Chen walking side by side without immediate conflict.
This was a breakthrough—they could finally walk together without instantly bickering. Now, they at least waited two sentences before arguing.
Still, Uncle Fu was overjoyed.
The ice had been broken. The rest would follow naturally.
As the Qin family’s steward of over thirty years, Uncle Fu knew exactly why President Qin had assigned Lin Chen as Qin Yao’s personal bodyguard.
It was all intentional.
President Qin wanted Lin Chen as his son-in-law—impressed by his skills, but even more by the power behind him.
Lin Chen himself might not even realize just how formidable his hidden influence was.
At the thought, Uncle Fu sighed softly.
The adult world ran on interests.
Bringing Qin Yao and Lin Chen together was little more than a strategic alliance.
Though they currently couldn’t stand each other, President Qin was desperate for them to make it work.
Watching the pair walk ahead, Uncle Fu smiled.
He rather liked Lin Chen—sharp, decisive, and with the physical prowess of a trained soldier.
A bit cold and quiet, but otherwise flawless. In his eyes, Lin Chen was a good match for the young mistress.
Definitely better than that street punk they’d run into at the night market last time!
"Hey, stop. I want this."
Lin Chen halted, pointing at a designer outfit in a store window.
Qin Yao checked the price tag and nearly exploded. "Are you insane? That’s over 10,000 yuan! You could buy a hundred of your usual rags for that!"
Lin Chen countered coolly, "You said you’d reimburse me."
"That’s extortion! Highway robbery!"
As the two teetered on the edge of another spat, Uncle Fu hurried over to mediate. "No need for quarrels! It’s just a jacket. I’ll handle it."
"Uncle Fu, he’s just a bodyguard. Why do you treat him like some young master?" Qin Yao muttered under her breath.
Uncle Fu chuckled. "Mr. Lin is a highly valued guest—President Qin went to great lengths to hire him. You should be more accommodating, young lady."
Qin Yao rolled her eyes.
A hundred million! For this brute?
Uncle Fu’s mission was clear: play matchmaker.
Close proximity bred affection, after all.
Two attractive people spending enough time together were bound to develop feelings.
Honestly, standing side by side, they looked like a golden couple—almost like they were made for each other...
Suddenly, Uncle Fu’s cheerful expression froze.
He’d just noticed something. In terms of facial features, Lin Chen and Qin Yao bore an uncanny resemblance, especially around the eyes and nose. The more he looked, the more striking the similarity became...
A thought struck him. Twenty years ago, President Qin had traveled abroad...
"No, no. That’s ridiculous. What am I thinking?"
Uncle Fu broke into a cold sweat, unnerved by his own speculation.
It couldn’t be. President Qin wanted Lin Chen as his son-in-law. There was no way...
"Uncle Fu, you’re sweating so much. What’s wrong?" Qin Yao asked curiously.
Fanning himself with his loosened tie, Uncle Fu forced a laugh. "N-nothing! Just the heat. It’s so hot today, haha..."
The more he studied the two young faces, the more his panic grew. He needed to report this to President Qin.
Even if the idea seemed absurd, he had to be sure.
Lin Chen found the old man’s behavior odd.
Uncle Fu was clearly hiding something—but what?
"It is pretty hot," Qin Yao agreed, squinting at the blazing sun.
She handed the kitten, still wrapped in Lin Chen’s jacket, back to him. "Hold this. I’m going to buy cat food."
"I’m a bodyguard, not a nanny."
"Just take it, got it? Or do you not want that hundred-million salary anymore?"
Across the street...
A black business sedan idled quietly as the man in sunglasses inside picked up his walkie-talkie and slowly started the engine.
"Qin Yao is alone. Get ready on your end!"
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!
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?!
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
