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.
ap a wealthy young lady? Or else I'll be eliminated by the system? Ye Feng, who awakened the Kidnapper System, originally wanted to live a peaceful life but never imagined he would become a kidnapper of young women. However, after some time, he discovered that all the girls the system ordered him to kidnap were far from ordinary. "Big brother Ye Feng~ You've kidnapped my heart, and now you're not allowed to leave me ever again~" "Ye Feng~ You kidnapped me back then, now it's my turn to capture you♡" "Little Feng, you're mine! You can only be mine!" "Ye Feng, none of them deserve you. Only I love you the most♡" ... This is madness, they've all gone mad! Wait, what? Why are all the girls I kidnapped yanderes?!
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
