Ming Xiaowei had no idea that her unintentional action would alter the emotional trajectory between the male lead, Xiao Moyun, and the female lead.
If Zhao Qinghan hadn’t had such terrible luck today, she wouldn’t have lost her temper and beaten someone up on the street in front of Xiao Moyun.
Her first impression was completely ruined.
So when Si woke Ming Xiaowei up and told her that Zhao Qinghan had been taken to the police station, Ming Xiaowei’s mind was still buzzing.
"Did she have an episode?"
"No, she beat up some obsessive fans so badly they ended up with multiple fractures. Those people are barely clinging to life in the hospital," Si explained helplessly.
Ming Xiaowei: "…"
Sure, obsessive fans are annoying, but beating them to the point of multiple fractures…
That’s just way too extreme.
Only the female lead could pull off something like this. A normal person wouldn’t even think of doing it.
Seems like that "emo notebook" really came in handy.
Ming Xiaowei glanced at the movie playing, which was nearly over, then left the theater. She hadn’t seen anything—just wasted fifty bucks on a place to nap.
When she took the elevator down to the first floor, the glaring sunlight left her completely dazed.
She had no idea what to do next.
In her old world, she could at least hang out with the main leads, but now she didn’t even know where they were.
The original owner of this body didn’t have many friends either.
Maybe… she should just move back into the girls’ dorm?
Then again, the original owner had applied to live off-campus precisely because she couldn’t stand living with those people.
"Si, why don’t you come out and grab some skewers with me?" Ming Xiaowei looked around and spotted a decent-looking skewer shop nearby.
Honestly, arguing with Zhao Qinghan’s fans online was way more fun.
Si: "…"
"No," she flat-out refused.
"What, are you too ugly to show your face?" Ming Xiaowei teased, stroking her chin.
Ten minutes later, Ming Xiaowei saw Si in person for the first time at a street corner.
A… scrawny little bean sprout.
Ming Xiaowei stared at the little girl in front of her, who looked no older than seven or eight. The girl had a single ponytail, wore a pink long-sleeve shirt with jeans, and radiated energy and cheerfulness. But Ming Xiaowei was deep in thought.
This… didn’t match Si’s voice at all.
"Did you use a voice changer before?" Ming Xiaowei asked, heartbroken.
"You’re the voice changer! Your whole family’s voice changers!" the little girl, Si, snapped back in a childish voice.
Damn it. If her soul weren’t incomplete, she could’ve altered her aura and taken on any form without Ming Xiaowei noticing. But as things stood, she could only manifest as a little girl.
Ming Xiaowei had never imagined Si would look like this.
How was this any different from raising a daughter?
Her dreams were shattered.
"I always thought you’d be a cool, elegant beauty. What a letdown," Ming Xiaowei sighed, knowing she’d never be able to look at Si the same way again.
Si didn’t hesitate. She pointed at a nearby alley and said, "Should I just leave, then?"
After a moment’s thought, Ming Xiaowei dragged Si into the skewer shop. With a little girl in tow, the staff treated them extra kindly—even mixing their dipping sauces for them.
"I really don’t get why people like this stuff," Si muttered, swinging her legs while sitting on the chair.
"You just kicked my stockings," Ming Xiaowei said flatly.
Si: "…"
She looked down and saw a black footprint smudged on the white stockings covering Ming Xiaowei’s knee.
Si understood.
"Want me to kick it again and turn them into black stockings? Maybe Ji Cheng would like that?"
Ming Xiaowei decided she was done talking to Si. No matter what form she took, her words were always just as infuriating. She distinctly remembered Si being gentle when they first met.
Had she… misremembered?
"Alright, just eat your food and shut up. We’ll head back soon," Ming Xiaowei said, piling a few skewers of vegetables onto Si’s plate before focusing on her own meal.
What Ming Xiaowei didn’t notice was the tender, affectionate look in Si’s eyes the moment she looked down.
This was the first time Si had interacted with Ming Xiaowei in her true form.
Even though…
Si glanced at her own chubby little arms.
The meal went smoothly. Before they parted ways, Ming Xiaowei bought Si a huge bag of Alpenliebe lollipops as a token of gratitude for keeping her, a lonely soul, company.
"Don’t eat too many, or you’ll get cavities. Oh, and at your age, you should sleep more—stop staying up later than a rooster and waking up earlier than one," Ming Xiaowei nagged like a mother hen.
Si rolled her eyes, hugged the bag of lollipops tightly, and disappeared into the alley in the blink of an eye.
Ming Xiaowei didn’t call Master Wang to pick her up. Instead, she took a taxi back to her villa.
Her phone notifications had dwindled—probably because she’d been ignoring most messages.
But when she checked Weibo, Ming Xiaowei realized Zhao Qinghan’s fans were too busy whitewashing her assault incident to bother attacking her.
Their justification was simple:
"If those creeps hadn’t harassed our queen, she would never have lashed out! Women are already suffering enough in this world—harassed in real life and cyberbullied online. Don’t you people realize this is a crime?"
"Exactly! Our queen is a badass, standing up for all women. Those kinds of people deserve to be beaten to a pulp!"
Ming Xiaowei replied to each comment under the post:
"Oh yeah, totally! Our queen loves biting people too. Those guys didn’t even lay a hand on her—was it because they thought she was ugly? How could this happen? I’m devastated! Why didn’t those beasts just bite her to death?"
Just as Ming Xiaowei hoped, a flood of furious fans swarmed her replies.
"Living under a bridge, spreading nonsense wherever you go."
"I hope you apply this same energy to your own life."
" you "
After being bombarded with insults, Ming Xiaowei felt oddly satisfied.
This was way more fun.
Just as she was gleefully replying to messages, she noticed a familiar name among the likes—
"OrangeNotCold."
Hah. This woman only cared about the online world.
But what Ming Xiaowei never expected was receiving a private message just minutes later.
The sender’s profile picture was an orange.
"Hey bestie! Are you a fan of Ji Cheng? We have a fan group—wanna join?"
It was a moderator from OrangeNotCold’s fan group.
Only because Ji Cheng had liked Ming Xiaowei’s post did the moderator even notice this "new fan."
Ming Xiaowei glanced at her two QQ accounts. One was her old fandom account, now useless—everyone knew it, and she got daily hate messages.
So she used her personal account instead.
This account barely had any contacts, just university group chats. Ming Xiaowei rarely used it, usually just leaving it logged in.
After verifying her identity with the moderator, she was added to OrangeNotCold’s fan group.
Holy crap!
Two thousand members—and this was just one of the groups.
No wonder Pinduoduo group buys got fulfilled so fast.
This site is about to undergo a major upgrade, adding more books and faster chapter updates.
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
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】
iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
