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The top-tier female celebrity in the tomato-wind entertainment industry has three signature skills:
Bare-handed brick-breaking, bare-handed durian-splitting, and bare-handed coconut-cracking.
As a post-apocalyptic female general, Zhao Qinghan naturally refuses to lag behind.
After being reborn as a rising variety show newcomer, she stunned the audience by showcasing her talent of chest-crushing boulders—since she had no other skills to display. Bound to a wildcard system, she skyrocketed to fame as a top-tier star.
During her first collaboration with A-list celebrities on a show, she openly clashed with the host for their insincerity. During the live broadcast, she boldly admitted she couldn’t dance and wore an unapologetic attitude. When netizens mocked her fashion sense, she doubled down by flaunting those very color combinations on screen, retorting, "I’ll do me—what’s it to you? Look at yourselves first."
With the system’s cheat-like support, her unapologetically blunt persona won over hordes of fans. She even married the award-winning heartthrob actor, leaving everyone green with envy.
Meanwhile, Ming Xiaowei—Zhao Qinghan’s number one fan—hailed from a family of immense wealth. She once splurged hundreds of millions showering Zhao Qinghan with gifts. But after marriage, her father’s company collapsed, plunging the family into poverty. When Ming Xiaowei sought Zhao Qinghan’s help, hoping to reclaim some of her donations, she was met with scorn from Zhao Qinghan’s son, who mocked her shabby appearance. Even Zhao Qinghan herself couldn’t hide a flicker of disdain at her destitute state.
Not a single cent was returned. Trapped by the struggles of daily life, Ming Xiaowei finally realized the futility of idol worship. Rewatching clips of Zhao Qinghan’s speeches at home, she saw her for what she truly was—a tactless, foul-mouthed lunatic with zero IQ or EQ.
Countless fans still showered Zhao Qinghan with money, some even severing ties with their families or threatening suicide if denied funds for their obsession. Consumed by regret and hatred, Ming Xiaowei died with one final wish: to send Zhao Qinghan to a mental asylum.
(Author’s Note: This story does not reference any real-life novels or celebrities. It solely reflects the author’s personal values. While it’s a wish-fulfillment story, I also hope to convey some much-needed life lessons. Thanks for reading.)
Moon City
The autumn rain drizzled endlessly, painting layers of mist on pristine glass windows as sheer white curtains swayed gracefully.
When Ming Xiaowei woke up, her hand instinctively groped for something beside her.
A thick, high-quality blanket.
Her long lashes fluttered as she glanced at the nightstand—a wireless charger held the latest Fruit Brand 13 Pro Max, fully charged with a whopping 1TB storage.
Si was right. This host was loaded.
Donating hundreds of millions to a celebrity? That money could’ve lasted her several lifetimes.
The moment she unlocked her phone, 999+ notifications nearly gave her a heart attack.
"What the—why so many messages?"
Most were group chats, with names like "Zhao Qinghan’s Harem," alongside countless DMs.
"Rich sis, you got to video call Han Baobao during her livestream yesterday! So jealous TT"
Her heart skipped a beat. Slipping into bunny slippers, she grabbed her iPad and checked the platform—only 300,000 yuan spent so far.
The numbers made her eyes burn red.
No, literally—she had red-eye disease.
Damn it! All that money wasted on Zhao Qinghan? She could’ve taken it herself—she was definitely prettier anyway.
But now, this fortune was hers.
Time for a minor refund.
Not a month later—nope. The original owner was still underage, one month shy of adulthood.
But she couldn’t do it alone. Ming Xiaowei stepped out of her room. The entire third floor of the villa was her domain, with only Auntie Zhang, the live-in housekeeper, tending to her.
"Auntie Zhang!"
Leaning over the third-floor railing, she waved with a radiant smile.
"Yes, Miss? Craving something?"
"Nah, help me file a minor refund claim."
Auntie Zhang: "…"
A… minor refund?
Did the young miss top up a game again?
Without question, Auntie Zhang called the platform’s customer service. The agent cheerfully insisted a parent had to authorize the refund—after all, 300,000 yuan meant splitting half with the streamer and the platform.
Auntie Zhang wasn’t having it.
"Sure. But first, look up the account’s real-name verification. See who it’s registered under. Then decide if you really need President Ming to call you."
The agent did. Her scalp tingled—it was the heiress of DT Group, a Fortune Global 500 company. The agent immediately escalated the issue.
Within minutes, Auntie Zhang hung up.
"All set, Miss. The refund should process in a few hours." She handed the phone back.
"Thanks, Auntie Zhang! Oh, I’ve got class this afternoon. Gotta get ready. Take care of yourself at home, okay?" Ming Xiaowei patted her shoulder.
Auntie Zhang froze. The young miss, though kind, never initiated physical contact.
Had… something changed?
Back in her room, Ming Xiaowei eyed the posters, photo books, and even autographed collector’s editions.
She gathered them all, snapped photos, and posted in the fan group:
"PRICEY COLLECTION—OUT OF SPACE! MUST SELL ASAP!"
The group exploded.
"OMG Wei-chan! You even have sis’s autograph?! So lucky TT"
"This’ll cost thousands, right? Sold! When can you ship? I’ll pick up locally!"
"Me! Me!"
Ming Xiaowei added them all, jotting down addresses on a notepad before tearing off the sheet and sticking it to the items.
Holy cow—just these sales netted her tens of thousands.
Of course, the original Ming Xiaowei had splurged on these collectibles, paying hefty sums for rare signed merch from other fans.
Ah, the recklessness of youth.
Ming Xiaowei sighed. No worries—she’d undo the damage.
The real her hated idol worship. What was the point? That money could’ve bought a dozen Fruit 13 Pro Maxes with 1TB storage.
She’d rather buy one and toss it than waste it like this.
After scribbling addresses and phone numbers, her arm ached. Stuffing everything into the elevator from the third floor nearly crushed her.
"Miss, what’s all this?" Auntie Zhang eyed the pile, baffled.
"Ahem, Auntie Zhang, help me mail these out. Oh, and snap pics of the tracking codes. I sold them—enough for a ton of hotpot feasts!"
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to panic—he has a system. As long as an investment target dies, he can claim a reward. And since he is immortal, the one thing he has plenty of is time. ... Countless years later. “Immortal Emperor of Longevity? I invested in him.” “Supreme Celestial Venerable? I invested in him.” “Undying Empress? I invested in her.” “...” “Heh. Once they’ve all died, even the Heavenly Dao will have to kneel and call me Dad.”
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
his freshman year, Su Bai accidentally bound the "Indulgence Tycoon System." 【Sleeping in? Reward: +$1,000】 【Spent $288 at a street barbecue stall? Cashback: +$2,880】 【Dropped $14,396 on in-game skins? Special reward unlocked: A brand-new Porsche Panamera!】 Luxury cars, penthouses, corporate shares, financial empires… College life was all about living freely and doing whatever he pleased! … When the adorably naive academic genius faced family medical bills and financial struggles, Su Bai waved his hand dismissively: "Your future is on me." "Wuwu~ Big Brother is so good to me! I’ll become a scientist to repay you!" When the genius girl got bullied by a shady professor? Su Bai casually dropped a billion-dollar investment, forcing the university to grovel and beg for her return. A company’s funding chain collapsing? Su Bai smirked—cash was the one thing he’d never run out of. Years later, when people traced the rise of the AI prodigy beauty, who was the man behind her success? Not just that—Su Bai also became the tsundere campus belle’s unattainable dream, the contrast senior’s daily necessity, and the beautiful counselor’s emotional anchor…
