When Ming Xiaowei stepped out of the bathroom, she saw a plate of peeled oranges on the small round table, meticulously prepared by Auntie Zhang—even the white pith had been carefully removed with tweezers by the housekeeper.
Ming Xiaowei stuffed an orange into a glass, crushed it with a muddler, then added Sprite and sugar, stirring it all together with a spoon.
Phew—
Tasted pretty damn good.
After finishing her drink, she glanced at her phone again. The trending topic on Weibo hadn’t been taken down; in fact, it seemed to be gaining even more traction. Ming Xiaowei couldn’t tell if it was genuine popularity or just backlash—but hey, even negative attention was still attention.
Maybe… the male lead liked the dark side of fame?
Unlike her, who preferred things pink.
Ugh!
What the hell was she thinking?
Shaking off the nonsense in her head, Ming Xiaowei rubbed her belly and flopped onto the bed like a lazy fish.
"My bed is so big, sooo comfortable!"
She sighed in satisfaction.
"Si, you wouldn’t understand."
Si: ?
Whatever. She’d get to sleep in a bed like this someday too.
"You look like an idiot right now," Si remarked bluntly.
Ming Xiaowei: ?
Never mind. No point talking to a system with zero appreciation for romance. They just couldn’t communicate.
With a kick of her legs, Ming Xiaowei dozed off.
Meanwhile, in her dorm room, Ji Cheng opened her phone and skimmed through her recent private messages. She ignored the flood of 99+ hate messages from antis, scrolling until she spotted one with just a single message.
Huh?
The username was "Freshly Squeezed Orange Juice"—probably a fan.
She tapped to read it.
Ji Cheng: …
Something about the tone felt familiar, but she couldn’t place it.
"Ji Cheng, I’m turning off the lights. Go to bed soon," her roommate called, snapping her out of her thoughts.
"Oh, sure."
"By the way, what’s going on between you and that Ming Xiaowei? Didn’t she used to hate you?" her roommate couldn’t help but ask.
Ji Cheng lowered her eyes.
"No idea."
Who knew what that weirdo was thinking?
The dorm lights flicked off, leaving only the dim glow of Ji Cheng’s desk lamp. She took one last look at Ming Xiaowei’s QQ profile, closed her book, and finally climbed into bed.
The next morning, Ming Xiaowei checked her phone.
Thank goodness it was Saturday.
This time, the male and female leads had such special statuses that she couldn’t even get close to them—her only option was stirring the pot online.
But yesterday’s trending topic was gone, replaced by a new one: "Zhao Qinghan Rumored to Be Involved with So-and-So."
The fans were tearing each other apart over the gossip.
"My brother this, my sister that."
You’d think someone had murdered their parents.
What to do on this rare day off?
Ming Xiaowei logged into QQ, only to find she’d been kicked out of multiple groups, including Zhao Qinghan’s official fan group.
Ming Xiaowei: ?
Plenty of people were cursing her out too—asking if she was insane for demanding a refund after donating money. "If you can’t afford it, don’t pretend to be rich," they sneered.
Ming Xiaowei: …
The internet was truly a wild place.
"Ugh, did Zhao Qinghan tattle to her fans?" Ming Xiaowei muttered suspiciously.
"Probably. She definitely told the admins," Si confirmed after a quick check.
Her platform ID matched her group nickname, so the admins instantly recognized her as the runaway top donor.
Kick her out!
No way this was a real fan.
How dare she take back the 300,000 she donated to our queen?
Don’t you know how hard she works?
"I’m being cyberbullied. I’m so sad," Ming Xiaowei whined, flopping facedown onto her pillow in fake sobs.
Si: …
"Your acting is worse than a D-list celebrity’s." It wasn’t even sarcasm—just facts.
Honestly, Si couldn’t see any trace of sadness in Ming Xiaowei. If anything, she looked borderline thrilled.
Her whole vibe screamed:
Come on, insult me~ Go ahead~
She had nothing better to do anyway. Might as well get roasted for fun.
Seeing that Si wasn’t playing along, Ming Xiaowei huffed and opened the chat windows of her haters.
These people were so lame compared to a certain orange.
Ming Xiaowei had nothing profound to say.
She simply sent each of them the same message:
"Did you know I use an iPhone 13 Pro Max with 1TB storage?"
Zhao Qinghan’s fans: ??
This bitch is insane.
The insults poured in even harder. Ming Xiaowei left her screen on, listening to the notification chimes as she headed to the bathroom to wash up.
Hehe.
Little did they know she lived in a mansion.
How embarrassing.
She didn’t mean to flex.
Ming Xiaowei couldn’t help but laugh. Her money, her rules. Besides, had these fans even donated to Zhao Qinghan themselves?
At most, they tossed in some free virtual gifts or bought a couple of posters—yet here they were, acting all high and mighty online.
Broke people looking down on the rich? Hilarious. And calling her out for having "a few stinky coins"? Please. If they had 300,000, would they really donate it all to Zhao Qinghan?
Tch. They probably would. Most of her fans were grade-schoolers who had no concept of how expensive life was.
For their queen, they’d even steal from their parents.
Just as Ming Xiaowei finished brushing her teeth, her phone rang, startling her.
Holy crap!
No way they’d already doxxed her number?
So scary, wahhh~
She rushed out—only to see her dad’s name on the caller ID.
Ming Xiaowei quickly answered, greeted by a refined voice: "Sweetheart, I heard you donated to a celebrity and then asked for it back? Are you short on cash? I haven’t seen you lately—did you spend the million I gave you last time? Should I send another 300,000? Will that be enough?"
Ming Xiaowei: ?
With 300,000, could she become the internet’s princess?
She’d be the ultimate online royalty—a delusional queen who’d outshine all those brain-dead stans.
"Dad, I’m not into celebrities. I’d rather spend that 300,000 on dog food for the neighbor’s dog," Ming Xiaowei scoffed.
At least the dog would keep her feet warm.
What did Zhao Qinghan do?
The original owner’s heartbreak wasn’t about the money—it was the mockery and disdain in Zhao Qinghan and her son’s eyes. And those fans? If they looked down on her cash, fine. She’d take it all back.
It’s just 300,000. For their queen, that’s pocket change, right?
"There’s nothing wrong with liking celebrities," her dad said warmly. "If you’re interested, I’m hosting a banquet soon—plenty of socialites and elites will be there. If you have a favorite star, just say the word. I’ll send an invitation. Seeing them in person beats online fandom."
Wow.
The original owner’s dad was too good.
She had to go.
She wondered if Zhao Qinghan’s proud head would bow when she learned who Ming Xiaowei really was.
Then again, given the female lead’s "Empire’s General" persona, she’d probably just sneer—"Kneel before me, peasants."
Ming Xiaowei smirked.
Luckily, the female lead hadn’t latched onto the male lead’s coattails yet.
There was still time.
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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!"
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.
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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】
