Ming Xiaowei finally understood—this world was determined to place a bright green hat on her head.
Absolutely not!
“Is it too late for me now?” Ming Xiaowei glanced down at her knees.
“Probably not. After all, Xiao Moyun seems to be treating Ji Cheng to a meal.”
Ming Xiaowei: ?
When she invites Ji Cheng to eat, she never even gets to order. But the moment some other dog offers to treat her, she just trots along obediently.
Fine. Be that way.
Their marital relationship was truly too fragile.
“Hah, then I’ll definitely stop them before they head to a hotel.” Ming Xiaowei yanked open the original owner’s cosmetics cabinet.
Just because she didn’t wear makeup, did they really think she couldn’t?
Si hesitated for a moment before speaking up. “Why do you need to put on makeup before going?”
“My height and gender are already disadvantages. If I’m not even prettier than him, that’s just unacceptable.”
Si: ??
“Aren’t you supposed to be a confident queen? How can you have an inferiority complex?” Si couldn’t comprehend it at all.
Ming Xiaowei scoffed. “This confidence system is so cringe.”
Si: ?
Whatever. No point arguing with her—she was probably still fuming.
Sigh. When would Xiaowei ever get jealous for her sake?
Si inexplicably felt a sour taste in her mouth, as if she’d bitten into two lemons at once.
It had been so long since Ming Xiaowei last wore makeup that she nearly poked her eyeball with the eyeliner. Thankfully, she stopped in time. The original owner had some artistic skill, so applying light makeup wasn’t a problem.
As for clothes—
After changing the bandage on her leg, Ming Xiaowei surveyed the walk-in closet and picked out the most expensive custom-fit outfit.
A semi-transparent cotton blouse, a versatile baseball-style jacket, and gray-black casual pants—the whole look made her appear lively and energetic.
She even tied her hair into a ponytail.
Most of the original owner’s clothes leaned toward soft, elegant styles. If she dressed like that to meet the male lead, people might mistake her for his girlfriend.
Once everything was ready and she learned the two were still at the restaurant, Ming Xiaowei made her way to the villa entrance and hailed a cab.
The restaurant was a secluded private kitchen with a tranquil, garden-style ambiance. Not long after stepping inside, Ming Xiaowei spotted Ji Cheng and Xiao Moyun sitting face-to-face through a glass window.
The moment Ji Cheng saw Ming Xiaowei, a flicker of surprise passed through her eyes.
What was she doing here?
Ignoring Ji Cheng, Ming Xiaowei took a seat at the adjacent booth. As soon as she picked up the menu, her face twisted in pain.
Damn!
Even the cheapest dish cost over a hundred. What kind of rip-off place was this?
She was paying a hefty price for her sister’s sake.
Gritting her teeth, Ming Xiaowei ordered two or three dishes—she hadn’t eaten breakfast anyway.
But what frustrated her most was the restaurant’s excellent soundproofing. Even though Ji Cheng and the male lead were right next to her, she couldn’t hear a thing.
Meanwhile, Xiao Moyun lowered his gaze to the booklet in his hands, then closed it gently.
“The grievances you’ve suffered from the Zhao Family—I can help you with that.”
“No need. Honestly… I don’t want anything to do with them.” Ji Cheng’s eyes remained indifferent.
“Regardless, my mother and your father were once acquainted. The title of ‘fiancée’ might be hard for you to accept, but feelings are unpredictable. I’m not just looking for a marriage partner to appease my family. Whatever you like or dislike, I’m willing to learn.”
Xiao Moyun’s voice was as gentle as a breeze.
“If I marry you… will the Zhao Family really pay for what they’ve done?” Ji Cheng straightened slightly, urgency in her tone.
She hated them—every last one, including her own mother.
Hearing this, Xiao Moyun smiled faintly. “I need an intelligent wife. If you fit the bill, then a small family like the Zhaos is nothing.”
Ji Cheng lowered her head, lost in thought.
This was a transaction. Xiao Moyun would cover her grandmother’s hospitalization and treatment fees, and in return, she would help him silence the meddlesome voices within his family.
And the Zhao Family? This deal was more than worth it.
“Alright, I agree—”
“Big bro, do you have any juice here? I’m not really into porridge.” At the counter, Ming Xiaowei puffed her cheeks, looking dejected.
Her interruption cut off Ji Cheng mid-sentence.
“What kind of fruit would you like? We can freshly squeeze it for you.” The owner, a mild-mannered young man, replied.
“Watermelon juice. Bring it over when it’s ready.” With that, Ming Xiaowei turned and flashed a radiant smile in Ji Cheng’s direction.
Xiao Moyun followed Ji Cheng’s gaze.
Before either could react, Ming Xiaowei marched over to their booth. Just as she was about to throw herself at Ji Cheng, her leg slammed into the coffee table.
Granny Li! That hurt like hell!
Suppressing the pain, Ming Xiaowei clung to Ji Cheng’s arm and nuzzled her soft cheek.
“Chengzi-jie, I missed you so much.”
Ji Cheng glanced at her, noting the tears threatening to spill.
Huh. Anyone watching would think she, Ji Cheng, had died.
Xiao Moyun studied Ming Xiaowei before turning to Ji Cheng in confusion. “Your… sister?”
Ji Cheng: …
“No. She’s my classmate.” Ji Cheng tried to push Ming Xiaowei away slightly.
Why was she so clingy? It was making her uncomfortable.
To prevent further nuzzling, Ji Cheng took out her glasses from her bag, put them on, and offered Xiao Moyun a faint smile.
“Sorry for the disturbance.”
“It’s fine. She does look familiar, though…” Xiao Moyun frowned, trying to recall where he’d seen Ming Xiaowei before. Then it hit him.
“President Ming’s daughter. There’s a photo of her in his office.” He suddenly chuckled. “Time flies. She’s grown so much.”
President Ming?
Ji Cheng’s eyes flickered.
“I wasn’t aware. She’s just a classmate to me.” Ji Cheng replied with a light smile.
Smile, smile, smile!
Always smiling for other dogs. Granny Li, she treated strays better than she treated her!
Ming Xiaowei was genuinely annoyed now.
Especially when the two of them were making eyes at each other right in front of her, as if she were invisible.
Ming Xiaowei decided to go all out—she plopped onto Ji Cheng’s lap and, under her stunned gaze, wrapped her arms around her slender neck, resting her head on her shoulder.
“I’m sleeping.”
She was determined to make their conversation impossible.
Ji Cheng: …
Xiao Moyun: …
Rumors said President Ming spoiled his little princess rotten. Today, he finally witnessed it firsthand.
Ji Cheng could only offer an apologetic smile.
“It seems we’ll have to cut our discussion short. President Xiao, you should go ahead. I won’t be able to see you out.”
Xiao Moyun was equally speechless. He nodded and stood. After all, he’d already gotten Ji Cheng’s contact info.
There was no rush.
No need to bicker with a little girl here.
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end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
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?
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
