The next day.
A black Hongqi sedan glided smoothly into the Lu family estate.
The wrought iron gates of the estate slowly closed behind it.
As if separating two entirely different worlds.
Ji Wushuang sat in the back seat, her gaze sweeping across the view outside the window.
Meticulously trimmed lawns stretched as far as the eye could see.
In the distance, elegant pavilions and towers stood in picturesque disorder.
Every tree, every stone here exuded an understated yet unmistakable air of luxury—
a stark contrast to the sweat-and-earth scented training grounds she was accustomed to.
The car came to a stop before the main residence.
Lin Yuan opened the door for her.
"Ms. Ji, this way."
Lu Chenyuan himself stood waiting at the entrance.
"Ms. Ji, welcome."
He extended his hand.
"Mr. Lu."
Ji Wushuang gave his hand a brief, firm shake.
"Please, come in."
Lu Chenyuan led her into the living room.
There, a girl sat somewhat awkwardly on the sofa.
The girl wore a white sundress, her long hair cascading over her shoulders.
Her skin was milk-pale, her eyes large and luminous.
She was beautiful.
Beautiful in the way of the most exquisite doll displayed in a shop window.
When she noticed Ji Wushuang, she visibly stiffened.
Their gazes met midair.
The girl's eyes held surprise, curiosity—
and a trace of barely perceptible resistance.
Ji Wushuang's expression remained impassive.
She looked at the girl as one might regard a valuable, fragile artifact in need of protection.
This was Lu Qianqian.
Her mission objective.
A delicate, beautiful, breakable porcelain doll.
Ji Wushuang filed away the first impression.
Meanwhile, Lu Qianqian found herself startled.
The female bodyguard her elder brother had hired—
was neither the muscle-bound "killing machine" of action movies,
nor some expressionless ice queen.
Instead, she was... perfectly ordinary.
Even attractive, really.
Yet Ji Wushuang's beauty differed entirely from the polished glamour of Beijing's elite young women.
For the first time, Lu Qianqian understood what people meant by "heroic bearing."
A line of poetry drifted unbidden through her mind:
Speak not of women as unworthy heroes—
Each night the sword cries out upon the wall!
Still, the quiet competence and unapproachable aura radiating from Ji Wushuang made casual interaction impossible.
"Qianqian, come here."
Lu Chenyuan beckoned.
The girl moved to her brother's side.
After introductions, Lu Chenyuan instructed his sister to treat Ji Wushuang with the same respect accorded to himself—
and to follow her instructions without question henceforth.
This last demand kindled a spark of rebellion in Lu Qianqian.
Following the brief meeting, Uncle Yu escorted Ji Wushuang to her quarters.
The room adjoined Lu Qianqian's.
Compact but immaculate, its window overlooked the estate's main gate—
providing a commanding view of the front courtyard.
An intentionally chosen position, equally suited for rest and surveillance.
Ji Wushuang approved.
Setting down her pack, she began methodically inspecting the space.
Under the bed. Inside the wardrobe. Across the ceiling. Through the vents.
Every corner received her meticulous attention.
Only after confirming the absence of listening devices or hidden cameras did she relax.
Professional habits died hard.
"Ms. Ji."
Uncle Yu's voice came from the doorway.
"Miss Qianqian wishes to speak with you privately."
Ji Wushuang nodded.
"Understood."
She approached Lu Qianqian's door.
It stood slightly ajar.
Rather than entering immediately, she paused outside—
listening.
Only one set of breaths within.
Steady, but slightly quickened.
Heart rate approximately fifteen percent above baseline.
The occupant was either nervous or agitated.
She rapped lightly.
"Come in."
The scent of cloying sweetness enveloped her upon entry.
The enormous bedroom resembled a princess's castle—
all pastel pinks and creams.
A crystal chandelier. Plush wool carpets. Stuffed animals piled like a plush avalanche.
One entire wall had been converted into a walk-in closet, bursting with designer garments whose labels she couldn't begin to name.
Lu Qianqian sat at her vanity.
She didn't turn.
Only watched through the mirror as Ji Wushuang entered.
"You're Ms. Ji, correct?"
Her tone carried deliberate haughtiness.
"I am."
"How much is my brother paying you annually?"
"Contractually confidential."
Lu Qianqian sniffed.
"Whatever it is, I'll double it."
"You don't actually need to follow me around."
"Just tell my brother each day that I'm safe."
"Where I go, what I do—none of your concern."
"Well?"
She studied Ji Wushuang's reflection, expecting to see greed or hesitation.
The lack of either disappointed her.
Ji Wushuang's face revealed nothing.
"Miss Lu, my assignment is your protection."
"Other arrangements should be discussed with your brother."
Even as she spoke, Ji Wushuang felt the first twinge of regret.
Compared to this assignment, further training courses suddenly seemed far more appealing.
Lu Qianqian's face darkened.
She turned around and faced Ji Wushuang squarely.
"Do you know who I am?"
"You are Lu Qianqian, my employer—Mr. Lu Chenyuan's younger sister."
"And do you know that in the Lu family, no one dares to speak to me like this except my elder brother?"
"Now they do," Ji Wushuang replied, her tone still calm.
"You—!"
Lu Qianqian was left speechless.
She felt as though she had thrown a full-force punch, only for it to land on a pile of cotton—powerless and frustrating.
"I'm thirsty."
She switched tactics, issuing a command instead.
"I want a hand-brewed Blue Mountain coffee, no sugar, no milk. The water temperature must be 88 degrees Celsius, with no more than a 1-degree margin of error."
"Apologies, Miss Lu."
Ji Wushuang said,
"From now until departure, to optimize your physical condition, all your meals will be arranged by me."
"Coffee, soda, milk tea, snacks—anything high in sugar or calories will no longer be permitted."
Lu Qianqian froze.
She could hardly believe her ears.
This woman was actually trying to control what she ate?
"Who gave you the right?" she shrieked.
"This authority was granted to me by Mr. Lu."
Ji Wushuang's voice remained completely even.
"On all matters related to security, I have the highest decision-making power."
"Your physical condition directly affects your chances of survival in extreme environments."
"Therefore, this also falls under security."
Lu Qianqian trembled with rage.
She pointed at the door.
"Get out!"
"Now! Get out of my room!"
"Very well."
Ji Wushuang nodded and turned to leave.
At the doorway, she paused.
"Miss Lu, dinner will be served at seven."
"The kitchen will prepare boiled chicken breast and steamed broccoli."
"Please be punctual."
With that, she closed the door behind her.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
From inside the room came the muffled sounds of Lu Qianqian's furious, futile pounding of her pillows against the bed.
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!"
o a martial world and obtained a system that allowed him to draw one entry per year. Unfortunately, all he drew were useless white-tier entries. The probability for high-quality entries was extremely low, with the highest-tier mythic entry having a mere 0.001% chance! To increase the probability, he had to improve his martial realm, but he lacked the innate talent for cultivation. At the age of eighteen, Chen Yi fell into the hands of a gang and was forced into hard labor. Just as his life seemed destined for a bleak end, on his 18th entry draw, he actually pulled a mythic entry—Simulator! In the simulation, he could also draw one entry every year that passed, and upon ending the simulation, he would inherit all entries and his martial realm! In his first simulation, Chen Yi struggled desperately just to survive, knowing that living one more year meant one more entry draw! Finally, with hair turned white, he drew the entry he had longed for—Low-Grade Innate Talent! "Hahaha! Don't bully the old and poor! Time to cultivate and inherit my cultivation base!" ... From then on, Chen Yi continuously simulated and drew entries, his martial realm soaring higher and higher! Epic, legendary, and even mythic entries were gathered into his collection one after another! "What demon race or devil race? What dark turmoil? I don't know anything about that. They just charged at me screaming 'How can you possibly ascend to immortality?!' and got stuck to my fists, unable to be shaken off. Blind spots, speed bumps... go talk to my simulator. We're all struggling to survive out here. I'm trying so hard, so how are they still alive?"
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...
or! A blessing for those who struggle with love, a guidebook for dating novices. Quickly match with your dream goddess! Complete walkthroughs earn rewards, and perfect walkthroughs unlock limited achievements!】 Shen Yi, an ordinary office worker, accidentally downloads a mini-game called Dating Simulator. The mini-game is simple: randomly search for dating targets, simulate dates, and receive rewards upon successful confession. Rewards include but are not limited to money, attributes, and skills. The higher the evaluation, the better the rewards, with perfect ratings unlocking mysterious achievements. Shen Yi plans to use this mysterious mini-game to continuously pursue targets and improve himself, making his life better and better. ...... However, after several successful walkthroughs, Shen Yi suddenly notices something strange - the targets he previously simulated dating seem to be searching for him in real life?
