Xu Mu's strength was formidable, so how could the assassin she had hired possibly be a match for him?
Clearly, Xu Mu had allowed himself to be captured on purpose.
It was highly likely that Xu Mu had already obtained the chat records from the assassin.
Dai Xingluo sighed deeply—this time, Li Zizai had really messed things up.
If it weren’t for him, Xu Mu wouldn’t be treating her this way.
"Brother, I want to eat that!"
Dai Xingluo suddenly clung to Xu Mu’s arm, pointing at a nearby stall.
What the hell?
Xu Mu was stunned. Her audacity was truly impressive.
He was starting to regret ever getting involved with Dai Xingluo.
"I don’t have money," Xu Mu said flatly.
"I want it! I want it~"
Dai Xingluo shook his arm, her tone and expression dripping with coquettishness.
Xu Mu narrowed his eyes slightly. He could sense something like an electric current pressing against his arm.
It seemed he had underestimated Dai Xingluo before.
But then again, it wasn’t entirely his fault—Dai Xingluo always wore loose hanfu.
Back in the woods outside the city, she had been dressed in a baggy black tracksuit.
Her figure had only been vaguely discernible then, but now it was clear she had quite the presence…
So what?
A yandere like her might one day, if displeased, casually offer him a poisoned drink with a sweet, "Darling, take your medicine."
"I don’t have money…"
As Xu Mu spoke, he suddenly noticed the stares of passersby, especially the men, who were practically seething with envy.
"Buy it for her!" snapped one man coldly.
The crowd around them seemed to glare in unison, making Xu Mu feel like he’d somehow become public enemy number one.
This woman had skills—she’d mastered the art of acting cute.
Combined with her looks, a few soft whimpers were enough to melt anyone’s resistance.
"Brother~"
Dai Xingluo continued shaking his arm, her voice sugary sweet.
"Fine, fine, I’ll buy it!"
Xu Mu sighed, trying to pull his arm free, but Dai Xingluo held on tight, leaving him no escape.
The two walked toward the stall, but just then, Dai Xingluo glanced back at Meng Wanyue, who was following them, and winked.
Meng Wanyue’s fists clenched instantly.
All her patience and composure as a trained assassin evaporated.
This damn woman!
Was she mocking her?
Meng Wanyue had never minded other women around Xu Mu. When Dai Xingluo first appeared, she’d even admired Xu Mu’s charm.
In her eyes, Ye Tong was a good woman, a perfect wife.
But this one? No.
Xu Mu bought two snacks, handing one to Dai Xingluo first.
"Thank you, brother~"
Dai Xingluo beamed.
But though she called him "brother," her gaze wasn’t on Xu Mu—it was fixed on Meng Wanyue.
Meng Wanyue’s eyes narrowed, a flicker of killing intent surfacing.
"Wanyue, this is for you."
Seizing the moment Dai Xingluo took the snack, Xu Mu broke free and walked over to Meng Wanyue.
"Thank you, Mr. Xu."
Meng Wanyue accepted it, the murderous glint in her eyes fading.
[Affection +5]
She locked eyes with Dai Xingluo again, her message clear: I got one too.
And I didn’t even have to ask—Xu Mu gave it to me willingly.
Dai Xingluo’s smile slowly faded. This woman wasn’t like Shen Wanning.
Xu Mu had seemed indifferent toward Shen Wanning, but he was attentive to Meng Wanyue.
Were they in a relationship?
"Brother! You should have some too!"
Dai Xingluo skipped over, looping her arm through Xu Mu’s again and holding the snack to his lips. "Open wide, ah~"
Xu Mu felt the weight of the crowd’s stares once more. A quick scan revealed many men grinding their teeth in frustration.
To them, this looked like a public display of affection.
Some even looked ready to burn the "heretics" at the stake.
Xu Mu wanted to refuse, but the snack was already pressed against his lips.
He took a small bite.
"Ah! Brother, we’re sharing the same one now. If your girlfriend finds out, she won’t get jealous, will she?"
Dai Xingluo shot a glance at Meng Wanyue. "I bet she’s not as considerate as me. I only know how to cherish you."
Damn!
The onlookers were baffled. This stunningly beautiful woman in traditional attire wasn’t even his girlfriend?
Did that mean the striking woman in uniform beside them was?
How unfair!
Meng Wanyue tightened her grip on her snack, the sweetness now lost on her.
Her personality would never allow her to act so theatrically.
Xu Mu was exasperated. He could tell Meng Wanyue’s mood had soured.
A woman like Dai Xingluo? Only Feng Yue could rival her.
"Wanyue, let’s go."
Xu Mu grabbed Meng Wanyue’s hand.
But Dai Xingluo clung to his other arm, trailing along like a persistent shadow.
To outsiders, it looked like Xu Mu was enjoying the company of two beauties at once.
Finally, under the collective envy of the crowd, Xu Mu led the two away.
They stopped near the park’s outer railing.
Xu Mu glared at Dai Xingluo. "Are you done yet?"
"It seems I’ve overstepped again," Dai Xingluo said, feigning innocence.
"Cut the act."
After speaking, Xu Mu turned to Meng Wanyue and said, "Wanyue, wait for me in the car."
"Understood, President Xu."
Meng Wanyue shot a cold glance at Dai Xingluo before walking away.
"She calls you 'President Xu'? She’s not your girlfriend, is she? At most, she’s a mistress."
Dai Xingluo waited until Meng Wanyue was out of earshot before smirking.
"Speak. Why are you following me?"
Xu Mu shoved his hands into his pockets and stared at Dai Xingluo.
"You’re such a bad man, brother. It’s only been a few days, and you’re already turning cold. Men are all fickle-hearted scoundrels."
As she spoke, Dai Xingluo took a bite of her food.
"Hmph! And you have the nerve to say that?"
Having already revealed his strength in front of Dai Xingluo, Xu Mu saw no point in hiding it. "You and I have no grudge between us. Why did you send assassins to kidnap me?"
"It wasn’t me—it was Li Zizai. He said you could identify an Earth-grade cultivation technique at a glance and wanted to test your power."
Dai Xingluo explained.
So, Xu Mu already knew the truth—that’s why he was treating her this way.
"Then last time, why did you attack that woman?"
Xu Mu pressed further.
"Because she dared to steal the man I had my eyes on. She deserved to die."
Dai Xingluo’s expression turned eerily calm as she spoke.
"I don’t recall ever being 'your man.'"
Xu Mu’s voice was icy. "Let me make this clear—I don’t like ruthless women like you. She was just injured, and I happened to pass by and helped her."
"Oh? Then why was her clothes in disarray?"
Dai Xingluo countered. "Could it be that you were tempted by her beauty?"
Xu Mu initially wanted to explain but then reconsidered—there was no need.
He decided to play along. If Dai Xingluo believed he was that kind of man, she might leave on her own.
"Exactly. I was after her body. To be honest, I already have a wife."
Xu Mu raised his fingers. "Five... no, six wives."
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)
d intelligence to keep the plot moving, and sometimes even the protagonists are forced into absurdly dumb decisions. Why does the A-list celebrity heroine in urban romance novels ditch the top-tier movie star and become a lovestruck fool for a pockmarked male lead? Why do the leads in historical tragedy novels keep dancing between love and death, only for the blind healer to end up suffering the most? And Gu Wei never expected that after finally landing a villain role to stir up trouble, she’d pick the wrong gender! No choice now—she’ll just have to crush the protagonists as a girl!
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
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?!
