After being forcefully kissed, Little Wei finally got her hands on Zhao Qinghan's dirty secrets with satisfaction.
From elementary school to university, Ji Cheng had recorded everything—even trivial incidents like Zhao Qinghan stealing her deskmate's eraser.
"Actually, these were all collected by them, but they never found the right person to step forward," Ji Cheng said, a trace of melancholy flashing in her eyes.
They had been waiting for an opportunity, but with the Zhao Family's connections, even with this evidence, there was no guarantee it would ever trend.
"It's fine," Ming Xiaowei patted Ji Cheng's shoulder reassuringly.
However, the file also contained some dirt on the Zhao Family that involved Ji Cheng personally. Ming Xiaowei felt she needed to sort through it carefully—she didn’t want Ji Cheng’s identity exposed.
Ji Cheng still had to attend Yuecheng University, and even as a victim, she’d be gawked at like some rare exhibit.
No different from monkeys at a zoo.
"Host, Zhao Qinghan has been released from the police station," Si suddenly announced.
"Huh? That fast?" Little Wei was genuinely surprised.
"Yeah, she paid off those guys," Si replied, amused.
The female lead’s face was naturally twisted in disgust as her father groveled and transferred the money to settle the matter.
Four or five million—quite the bloody loss.
But an empire’s war general wouldn’t stand being locked up sipping tea every day.
"Oh ho? That’s actually great," Little Wei mused, stroking her chin.
Hmm, the female lead got out earlier than expected. Wonder if she’s seen the banquet invitation from her dear old dad yet.
"Funny thing is, after all that money, those guys still demanded compensation for ‘emotional damages,’" Si said, finally understanding what true greed looked like.
But pushing her this far? With the female lead’s capabilities, those guys were probably doomed.
"I suspect the female lead is about to make her move," Si observed, watching Zhao Qinghan’s dark expression on the screen.
As a war general from the apocalypse, human lives meant little to her—especially not these greedy lowlifes. If she let them walk all over her, this wouldn’t even qualify as a revenge story.
"Huh? Make her move? On those guys? That’s intense—ew!" Ming Xiaowei wrinkled her nose in distaste.
Si: "..."
"I meant killing. She has supernatural abilities."
A reborn war general from the apocalypse without cheat skills? What would even be the point of reincarnating then?
Might as well go home and farm.
"Kill them? Whatever, not my problem." Ming Xiaowei waved a hand dismissively.
Other people’s lives had nothing to do with her, and those guys were annoying anyway.
Si sweatdropped.
"I’m not telling you to interfere. I’m saying you should at least go and record it." Si’s eyes curved slyly.
What kind of villain doesn’t stir up trouble?
Little Wei finally understood.
Ah, so that’s the plan.
With evidence of Zhao Qinghan’s murders, controlling the female lead in the future would be a piece of cake.
But there was a tiny problem.
"Si, I feel like my cheat skills aren’t as OP as hers. She has supernatural abilities—boohoo, what if I can’t beat her?" Little Wei was genuinely distressed.
She was a certified first-class waste, the type who’d rather laze around and wait for her sister to push her forward.
Si barely held back a scolding.
"Think carefully. In apocalyptic worlds, your rewards aren’t just limited to items."
Si rubbed his face—utterly exasperated.
Ming Xiaowei froze for a moment at his words. Five seconds later, a faint silver needle materialized before her eyes.
It was…
Psychic attack.
Right. While space-based abilities could be taken away, psychic rewards were permanent—after all, the soul and mental power were intrinsically linked.
The next second, the needle dissolved into silver sparks. Ji Cheng, absorbed in her book, didn’t notice the momentary chill that had filled the hospital room.
"But there’s an issue—this needle thing is kinda exhausting," Ming Xiaowei groaned, rubbing her throbbing head.
"Obviously. Most people in this world are still ordinary. If you could summon storms at will, wouldn’t that be terrifying? Your psychic attacks will be stronger once you return to the void."
The laws of nature wouldn’t allow such a rampaging existence anyway.
"Ow." Ming Xiaowei rubbed her cheeks.
Looks like she’d be pulling an all-nighter.
"Big sis," Ming Xiaowei blurted out reflexively.
Ji Cheng stiffened at the address.
"Why are you calling me ‘big sis’? We’re around the same age," Ji Cheng said flatly, eyeing Ming Xiaowei’s petite frame.
Ming Xiaowei coughed awkwardly.
"Didn’t mean to," she muttered, fidgeting with her skirt, clearly uncomfortable.
And she was—for a very specific reason.
Because… Aunt Flo had arrived.
The moment she’d spoken, she’d felt it—the unmistakable surge.
Luckily, she’d checked the original owner’s cycle records. These days, she stuck to black outfits. At least stains wouldn’t show.
"Class monitor, I need to borrow something from you." Ming Xiaowei blushed as she glanced toward Ji Cheng's bedside drawer.
She knew Ji Cheng had it.
Auntie Zhang had been thoughtful before, making sure she had everything prepared.
"Okay." Ji Cheng took one look at Ming Xiaowei's expression and immediately understood. She turned, pulled open the drawer, and retrieved a recently opened pack.
She took out one piece.
Ahhh!
The embarrassment was overwhelming—borrowing something like this from another girl was beyond mortifying.
Ming Xiaowei's hands trembled slightly as she took it, the soft texture unmistakably high-quality.
"Thank you."
She hurried into the hospital room's bathroom. After tearing open the wrapper, Ming Xiaowei noticed two or three discarded ones already in the trash.
She and Ji Cheng used the same brand—even the same pack.
This was just…
Her face burned like a freshly ripened apple. Only after finishing up and changing did she finally smack her cheeks lightly and step out.
Calm down, calm down.
It’s just sharing from the same pack—no big deal.
Even though Ji Cheng had just touched it.
Ugh, this is killing me!
Ming Xiaowei felt this was even worse than direct contact, to the point where she couldn’t even walk naturally anymore.
"Little Wei, it’s not like it’s your first time. Why are you walking so awkwardly?" Ji Cheng couldn’t help but ask.
"I’m shy." Ming Xiaowei’s answer was predictably the same as always.
Ji Cheng: "..."
"There’s nothing to be shy about. Unless…" Ji Cheng’s gaze drifted downward, as if trying to see through Ming Xiaowei’s clothes.
"Did your skirt get stained?" she asked.
"No, look." Ming Xiaowei quickly walked over, turned her back, and rested a hand against the windowsill. With a light huff, she shook out her skirt to give Ji Cheng a clear view.
"See? It’s clean."
She was very sensitive about these things. Besides, this skirt was expensive—if it got ruined, forget Auntie Zhang, she’d beat herself up over it.
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uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
his freshman year, Su Bai accidentally bound the "Indulgence Tycoon System." 【Sleeping in? Reward: +$1,000】 【Spent $288 at a street barbecue stall? Cashback: +$2,880】 【Dropped $14,396 on in-game skins? Special reward unlocked: A brand-new Porsche Panamera!】 Luxury cars, penthouses, corporate shares, financial empires… College life was all about living freely and doing whatever he pleased! … When the adorably naive academic genius faced family medical bills and financial struggles, Su Bai waved his hand dismissively: "Your future is on me." "Wuwu~ Big Brother is so good to me! I’ll become a scientist to repay you!" When the genius girl got bullied by a shady professor? Su Bai casually dropped a billion-dollar investment, forcing the university to grovel and beg for her return. A company’s funding chain collapsing? Su Bai smirked—cash was the one thing he’d never run out of. Years later, when people traced the rise of the AI prodigy beauty, who was the man behind her success? Not just that—Su Bai also became the tsundere campus belle’s unattainable dream, the contrast senior’s daily necessity, and the beautiful counselor’s emotional anchor…
to panic—he has a system. As long as an investment target dies, he can claim a reward. And since he is immortal, the one thing he has plenty of is time. ... Countless years later. “Immortal Emperor of Longevity? I invested in him.” “Supreme Celestial Venerable? I invested in him.” “Undying Empress? I invested in her.” “...” “Heh. Once they’ve all died, even the Heavenly Dao will have to kneel and call me Dad.”
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
