"Are you saying you took this child from human traffickers?"
"Yes."
"Where are the traffickers now?"
"They got away."
"Were there any other witnesses?"
"There were many people at the service area, but... everyone's gone home by now."
"So there's no evidence to prove what you're saying is true?"
The officer set down his pen.
He looked at Ye Sanqi as if he were staring at a liar.
Or worse—an irresponsible father trying to abandon a baby girl.
After all, even in this day and age, cases of rural families discarding infant girls still happened.
"Listen, comrade, child trafficking cases are rampant. It's hard for us to believe you when you're holding a baby with no clear origin."
"I'm telling the truth!"
Ye Sanqi's face flushed with desperation.
"Here's what we'll do," the officer stood up.
"Leave the child with us. We'll send her to an orphanage. You can give a detailed statement, and then you're free to go."
Leave her?
Send her to an orphanage?
Ye Sanqi glanced down at the baby in his arms.
She was fast asleep.
Her tiny fingers clutched the fabric of his shirt.
He remembered what his coworkers had said—orphanages were overcrowded.
The caretakers were stretched too thin.
Children went hungry, left cold.
His heart twisted like a needle had pierced it.
He couldn’t leave her here.
Clutching the baby, he bolted from the police station as if fleeing.
Behind him, he could almost hear the officer’s scornful scoff.
……
Ye Sanqi was utterly hopeless now.
Reporting to the police had led nowhere.
His money was dwindling fast.
Formula, diapers, cheap motels—
Every expense chipped away at what little he had left.
Panic set in.
With the baby in his arms, he wandered aimlessly through the city streets.
Skyscrapers loomed, traffic roared past.
Nowhere felt like a place he belonged.
That afternoon, rain began to fall.
Autumn rain—cold enough to bite.
Ye Sanqi took shelter under the awning of a bank.
The baby in his arms grew feverish.
She was sick.
Feeling her burning forehead, Ye Sanqi’s heart raced with fear.
He rushed into the rain, sprinting to a small clinic.
The doctor gave her a fever reducer and prescribed some medicine.
The money in his pocket dwindled further—so little left that he could hardly face Zhang Cuilan when he returned.
The rain kept pouring.
Ye Sanqi sat on the clinic’s front steps, holding the now-sleeping baby, her fever subsided.
Drenched, shivering, and starving, he stared down at her.
For the first time, a thought crept into his mind.
Abandon her.
Leave her at the hospital entrance.
Or on the doorstep of some wealthy-looking home.
That way, she might live.
With him, she’d only starve.
The thought coiled around his heart like a venomous snake.
He stood up and walked, step by step, toward the city hospital ahead.
Its entrance blazed with light.
All he had to do was set her down.
Turn away.
And it would all be over.
His hands trembled.
He looked down at her one last time.
Just then, the baby stirred awake.
She didn’t cry.
Her dark, shining eyes—round as grapes—
Fixed on him, quiet and steady.
Then, her tiny mouth curled.
She smiled.
A toothless, pure grin.
Her little hand wriggled free from the swaddle.
Somehow, it found his rough, scarred finger—and grasped it.
Ye Sanqi froze.
A warmth spread from that touch, flooding his entire body.
All his hesitation, his pain, his despair—
Crumbled before that smile.
He bent down, brushing his stubbled cheek gently against hers.
"No more running," he whispered to himself.
"Let’s go home."
……
On the bus back to Anhe County,
Ye Sanqi sat by the window again.
He wrapped his coat around the swaddled baby.
Outside, harvested fields stretched endlessly.
A narrow stream wound through them,
Glittering under the sunlight.
So small, yet unwavering,
Flowing forward without rest.
Ye Sanqi gazed at it, lost in thought.
He wasn’t an educated man.
Hadn’t read many books in his life.
But in that moment, clarity struck him.
He leaned down and murmured to the baby,
"From now on, your name is Ruoxi, alright?"
"Ye Ruoxi."
He gave her his surname.
She was his daughter now.
……
Three days later,
Ye Sanqi finally returned to the urban village in Anhe County.
His home stood at the deepest end of an alley—
A crumbling two-story house.
The wooden door creaked as he pushed it open.
Zhang Cuilan was in the courtyard, scrubbing laundry.
She froze when she saw him.
Then her eyes locked onto the bundle in his arms.
"Ye Sanqi! You’ve got some nerve!"
Zhang Cuilan flung the wet clothes aside and sprang to her feet.
Her voice was shrill, piercing.
"Knocked up some woman out there and brought the bastard home?!"
"Shut your mouth!"
Ye Sanqi roared back.
He’d never raised his voice at her like this before.
"She’s my coworker’s kid! He ran off with some woman and left her behind! I took her in out of pity!"
It was the lie he’d rehearsed the entire journey.
"Your coworker’s kid?"
Zhang Cuilan sneered.
"You expect me to believe that? Since when do people just hand over babies for free?"
"I’m not lying!"
His face burned red.
"We’ve been married all these years without a child. Haven’t you always wanted one? Now we have—"
"I wanted my own flesh and blood! Not some stray you picked up! A worthless burden!"
Her words made Ye Sanqi’s face pale, then flush again.
Holding the baby, he stepped forward.
He lifted the swaddle toward Zhang Cuilan.
"Just look at her."
His voice softened, pleading.
"Look how sweet she is."
Ye Ruoxi, disturbed by the noise, blinked awake.
Her eyes met Zhang Cuilan’s furious glare.
She didn’t cry. Didn’t fuss.
Just watched, silent and calm.
Zhang Cuilan’s curses died in her throat.
She stared at the baby.
Those dark, grape-like eyes—so clear they mirrored her own reflection.
She remembered the doctor’s diagnosis years ago.
The whispers behind her back from neighbors.
The suffocating silence of this house.
Her resolve wavered.
"Fine. We’ll keep her."
After a long pause, Zhang Cuilan spoke again.
But her tone remained icy.
"I’ll feed her. Nothing more. Don’t expect anything else from me."
"If she gets sick, if she dies—don’t come crying to me."
"And every cent you earn goes to me. Not a penny less."
Ye Sanqi exhaled in relief.
He knew this was her final concession.
"Alright," he agreed.
"Whatever you say."
……
Jingzhou.
Li Xiujian ended a call.
A cold smirk tugged at his lips.
His men had reported everything—including how they’d pressured the man who rescued the baby girl to back off, leaving no loose ends.
"Clean up the trail," was all he said.
He didn’t care where the baby girl was sold.
Nor did he care who picked her up.
All he wanted was for her to vanish from every official record.
That way, twenty years later,
when he placed this piece back on the board,
it would have the greatest impact.
As for that nosy construction worker,
Li Xiujian didn’t even spare him a second thought.
Just an ant.
Incapable of stirring even a ripple.
Explosive Plot Song Gua crossed over into another world, bringing along a whole crew of his doppelgangers—all of them mischief-makers. This was a world where everyone could choose a class. Song Gua became a "Bondweaver," capable of borrowing power, while his doppelgangers took on a wide variety of classes, covering just about everything. The number of doppelgangers grew day by day, each one a talented individual with a charming way of speaking. Under Song Gua's brilliant leadership, they would "greet" each other daily and engage in friendly "sparring," pulling off one major scheme after another on Earth. Sometimes they were bandits—stealing bosses, plundering mines, snatching resources. Sometimes they were saviors—descending like divine warriors to face world bosses threatening to massacre cities. Sometimes they even went undercover, infiltrating various major factions to stir up trouble from within, keeping their enemies constantly on edge. To prevent their doppelganger abilities from being exposed, Song Gua made them wear masks with mahjong tile patterns and don Taoist robes in various colors. "Remember, in front of outsiders, call me 'The Dice.'" "Got it! Boss!" "Not 'Boss'—it's 'The Dice.' Think about the vibe, pay attention to the vibe." "Yes! Boss!" "For crying out loud..." From then on, whenever they appeared, they would have their own theme song playing: ~Hey~ paying respects at the mountain stronghold at night~ whose arm is draped over whose shoulder~ gather your courage and follow along...
ither go to a cultivation world where a single sword strike can defeat ten thousand enemies. Or they travel back to historical dynasties to alter history and wield imperial power. At the very least, they'd go back a few decades to get rich using their future knowledge and build a harem. Who the hell would transmigrate here!
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!"
] This is a dark fantasy-themed dating simulation game. The main gameplay involves containing various monster girls and investigating the truth of a world shrouded in mist alongside your companions. However, due to his love for the dark and bizarre atmosphere, Luo Wei ended up turning a dating game into a detective mystery game. Women? Women only slow down his quickdraw! To Luo Wei, the female leads in the game are more like tools to perfectly clear levels and squeeze out rewards. For Luo Wei, flirting with every girl he meets and then discarding them is standard procedure. Worried about characters losing affection points? No need. With his maxed-out charm stat, Luo Wei is practically a "human incubus." A little psychological manipulation and those points come right back. It's a bit scummy, but the paper cutout heroines in the game won't actually come at him with real cleavers. However... Luo Wei has transmigrated. He's accidentally entered the second playthrough of this game. His past actions have caused all the girls to transform into terrifying yanderes. Due to the game's setting, most of the heroines he once contained are "troubled girls." Obsessive, twisted, mentally unstable, all aggressive yanderes... The type who will kill you if they can't have you... Luo Wei wants to cry but has no tears left. "I really just want to survive..." In short, this is a story of battling wits and engaging in a love-hate relationship with yanderes.
