No matter who this person was, she had to find a way to repay the money.
But...
Could it be Little Wei?
Ji Cheng shook her head. Probably not. Though Little Wei’s family was well-off, she was still just a kid. How could she possibly come up with 700,000 or 800,000 yuan all at once?
Ji Cheng arrived at the hospital ward. In the center bed lay her grandmother, who had been under Doctor Li’s care. Ji Cheng hadn’t visited her in days.
When Grandma Ji saw Ji Cheng, tears welled up in her eyes.
"Child, you didn’t do anything foolish, did you?"
She was aware of the surgery expenses.
"Of course not. Besides, Doctor Li said it was a woman who gave the money. I’m not stupid—why would I do something reckless?" Ji Cheng quickly grasped Grandma Ji’s hand, her eyes softening with a helpless yet tender smile.
"Grandma, I’ll pay back every cent of that money. Just focus on recovering here. I’m studying economics at a top university—I’ll earn plenty in the future, buy a big house, and take care of you. Don’t worry."
She patted Grandma Ji’s hand reassuringly.
"Good, that’s my girl—strong and determined, just like a true Ji. And that useless father of yours… still no word from him?"
As soon as Grandma Ji spoke, a familiar figure appeared in her clouded vision.
Her unfilial son.
"You—" Grandma Ji froze when she noticed the woman standing beside him.
Ji Cheng instinctively turned to look.
Her father, whom she hadn’t been able to reach for so long, now stood there in a sharp suit, a young and beautiful woman at his side. In her arms slept a peacefully dozing baby.
"Xiao Cheng, Daddy’s back. Aren’t you happy?" Father Ji stepped forward, reaching to ruffle his daughter’s hair, but Ji Cheng dodged his touch.
"Who is she?" Ji Cheng’s eyes reddened as she stared at the woman beside him.
The scene felt all too familiar.
Just like when her mother had abandoned her—except back then, Zhao Qinghan had been older than her.
"This? Oh, this is your little brother. I told your aunt all about how well you’re doing in school, so she wouldn’t worry. That’s why she came to meet you." Father Ji grinned, his eyes crinkling with delight.
"Ha. Wishing you all the happiness." A scalding tear rolled down Ji Cheng’s cheek. Without waiting for Grandma Ji to speak, she bolted from the room.
How wonderful.
Some people got to marry their first love. Others, after heartbreak, could abandon their own mother’s well-being, run off with a pretty woman, and even have a child.
Everyone was happy. Everyone had their own family.
So from the very beginning, Ji Cheng was the one who didn’t belong.
Maybe there was no point in her even being alive.
The world around her blurred into noise and chaos. She couldn’t hear anything—just distant shouts and curses.
When the electric scooter slammed into her, her mind went blank.
What a shame. She never got to apologize to Little Wei.
The thought flickered and vanished.
Ming Xiaowei was jolted awake by Si’s frantic voice.
"Your Ji Cheng—she got hit by a car."
Ming Xiaowei shot upright in bed, disbelief written across her face.
"You’re joking. I was just talking nonsense earlier. She’s a grown-up—how could she not even watch for bikes while crossing the street?"
"It’s true. And after rereading the book last night, I finally found a clue. In the original story, Ji Cheng dies. That’s why the main couple’s marriage goes smoothly."
Ming Xiaowei’s chest tightened.
"How did she die?"
Si shook his head. "No details—just a passing mention. But she’s not at that point yet. This time, it was an electric scooter."
After all, Ji Cheng wasn’t a key character.
"Which hospital?" Ming Xiaowei demanded.
Si gave the name, and without another word—ignoring the pain in her leg—Ming Xiaowei dashed out of the villa. Luckily, she found a cab nearby and rushed to the hospital.
Watching her, Si couldn’t help but doubt whether her emotions had truly been dulled by the system.
In both worlds, she showed not a single trace of detachment.
And in this one, her concern for Ji Cheng was especially intense.
Why?
Si couldn’t figure it out.
When Ming Xiaowei arrived at the hospital, she spotted a man and woman with a baby waiting outside the operating room.
"Who are they?"
"Father Ji came back. Brought a woman—and as you can see, they even have a kid now," Si quickly explained.
Holy hell.
Ming Xiaowei couldn't even find the energy to mock this melodramatic plot. But then again, this was a novel world—such tropes were practically standard.
If only the damn author had given her Ji Cheng a decent family, they could’ve had kids of their own by now.
Trash writer. Go die in a ditch.
"That girl—she wouldn’t even listen to me, just ran off like that. So dangerous! Thank goodness it was just an electric scooter. Imagine if it’d been something worse!" Father Ji grumbled.
Didn’t he realize surgery costs money?
Before he could say more, a young girl limped over and dropped into a chair opposite them.
Ming Xiaowei’s leg was killing her.
The earlier collision with the coffee table had only made things worse.
She’d taken leave precisely because her leg couldn’t keep up with her usual whirlwind pace.
The woman studied Ming Xiaowei for a long moment before hesitantly approaching.
"You’re… Ji Cheng’s friend?"
"Yeah. Did you cover the surgery fees?" Ming Xiaowei asked through gritted teeth, fighting the pain.
"We did," the woman sighed.
Ming Xiaowei pressed her lips together, saying nothing. The woman didn’t seem malicious, but Ji Cheng had already been betrayed by her mother once. And even if Father Ji wanted to remarry, he should’ve at least given Ji Cheng a heads-up.
Ji Cheng wasn’t unreasonable—springing a new sibling on her like this was just cruel.
"By the way, I heard Ji Cheng does really well in school. Is that true?" The woman sat beside Ming Xiaowei, glancing fondly at her peacefully sleeping son in the stroller.
"Yeah. She’s class president. And she’s supporting her grandmother’s medical bills."
At that, Ming Xiaowei’s eyes stung. If Ji Cheng hadn’t been so exhausted, she wouldn’t have fallen asleep the moment she hit the bed.
Why did her Ji Cheng have to bear such a heavy burden?
Mention of Grandma Ji’s treatment made the woman shift uncomfortably.
"I… only found out about that recently. But Ji Cheng should be fine. Don’t worry."
Ming Xiaowei stayed silent. Soon, the surgery concluded.
The doctor emerged, delivering a lengthy update.
No major issues—just a fractured leg, mild concussion, and some minor injuries requiring stitches.
"Put her in a private room. I’ll cover the cost," Ming Xiaowei suddenly interjected.
Father Ji and the woman exchanged surprised glances but eventually agreed.
No way was Ming Xiaowei letting Ji Cheng suffer in a crowded ward.
What's more, she still had her staff—if it weren't for Ji Cheng's accident, she might have completely forgotten about it.
Zhao Qinghan was a celebrity, so the main storyline had been progressing slowly this time. But as soon as something happened to Ji Cheng, Zhao Qinghan's appearance quickly followed. After all, Father Ji didn’t want to shoulder the surgery fees alone, especially since Ji Cheng had originally been raised by Zhao Qinghan's mother.
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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?"
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?!
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.”
lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.
