"Indeed."
After all, she was just a little one who had recently taken human form.
Taking that hit for Zhao Qinghan would probably require a long period of dormancy.
"What a shame, the female lead wasn’t hurt." Ming Xiaowei couldn’t help feeling a bit resentful.
In the end, was she doomed to become just another keyboard warrior?
Ming Xiaowei drifted off into a hazy sleep.
Meanwhile, Ji Cheng took out her rarely used phone—a recent purchase. Though money was tight, a decently priced phone had become a necessity.
She opened WeChat, then abruptly turned off the screen. The sound of rain pattering outside brought her an unusual sense of peace.
She wanted to send a message to Xiaowei.
But at this hour, she was probably already asleep.
Annoying.
Ji Cheng’s usually cool and composed eyes flickered with frustration and confusion.
Even if she were to send a message, what could she say in the dead of night?
"Good morning," "Good night," or "Drink more hot water"?
Oh, right—Xiaowei should drink more hot water. She was on her period, after all.
Tangled in a mess of emotions, Ji Cheng ended up sending nothing and fell into a deep sleep.
The next day, Ming Xiaowei was jolted awake by a call from her dear father.
"You took leave?" Ming Tianxing cut straight to the point.
Still groggy, Ming Xiaowei clutched her aching lower back, her face twisted in discomfort. "Yeah, I’m dead."
"What nonsense are you spouting at your age? Are you feeling unwell? Auntie Zhang told me you came to the capital—why didn’t you let me know?" His tone carried a hint of reproach.
Ming Xiaowei held her side, eyelids drooping. It took her a long moment to process his words.
"Dad, I’m exhausted. I need to sleep."
"Don’t hang up yet. Where are you? I’ll send my assistant to pick you up." The moment Ming Tianxing finished speaking, Ming Xiaowei’s phone slipped from her hand onto the bed.
After a long silence, all he heard was his daughter’s steady breathing.
His daughter might be mischievous, but she had never slacked in her studies. For her to suddenly slack off like this—
It made no sense.
Could it be because of that celebrity, Zhao Qinghan?
He had posted about it earlier, but he never expected Zhao Qinghan to pull such a stunt.
Ming Tianxing had even asked his assistant to dig up information on Zhao Qinghan—mediocre background, not even top-tier looks in the entertainment industry, nothing particularly impressive.
Baffling.
Unless… one of the fans Zhao Qinghan had attacked was his daughter’s boyfriend?
Ming Tianxing’s imagination ran wild. How else could he explain his daughter’s sudden hatred for Zhao Qinghan and her trip here just for this?
If that were the case…
Why hadn’t Zhao Qinghan beaten that little brat to death?!
Ming Tianxing had his assistant track his daughter’s IP address—sure enough, she was near Zhao Qinghan’s residence. He immediately dispatched a female assistant to fetch her.
No matter what, dating was something she had to report to him.
Ming Xiaowei was eventually dragged out of bed. The assistant, seeing her dazed state, swiftly changed her into fresh clothes, packed her things, checked her out of the hotel, and escorted her to the car.
When Ming Xiaowei finally faced Ming Tianxing, her long black hair draped over her shoulders, a single strand sticking up—she looked utterly clueless.
Don’t ask. She was still half-asleep.
But Ming Tianxing wasn’t having any of it.
"Are you dating someone?" He scowled, putting on his most intimidating expression.
"Huh? How’d you know?" Ming Xiaowei blinked in confusion.
Wait—she hadn’t even been confessed to yet. That didn’t count as dating. Not even close.
"Who’s the little punk? Are you blind? A freshman in college, already swept off her feet—where does that leave your old man’s dignity?" Ming Tianxing roared, knowing full well his office was soundproof.
Ming Xiaowei wiped the spit from her face, completely numb.
"Think bigger, Dad. I like girls." She couldn’t care less about his ability to process this.
He’d find out sooner or later anyway.
Ming Tianxing: ???
For a solid second, his brain short-circuited.
"You like Zhao Qinghan?"
Things were only getting weirder.
"What? Dad, even a dog would shake its head at that." Ming Xiaowei had no idea how he’d jumped to that conclusion.
Sure, she did have feelings for Zhao Qinghan—but only in the sense of wanting to send her to a mental institution.
That last attack should’ve at least turned Zhao Qinghan into an idiot, but she’d underestimated her. Zhao Qinghan had summoned a puppet—the Loli System.
Not only had she failed to land a hit on the main body, she hadn’t even scratched her.
Ugh. Just thinking about it made her kidneys ache.
Staying up late was murder.
Ming Xiaowei refused to admit it was because she was getting older. She was still just a little girl, thank you very much.
"Then who is it?" Ming Tianxing’s face darkened. Having spent years abroad, he was no stranger to such matters—but he never expected it to involve his own daughter.
"Well… I haven’t won her over yet." Ming Xiaowei answered honestly.
The look Ming Tianxing gave her was nothing short of disdain.
As if to say, This daughter of mine is just pathetic!
Ming Xiaowei: "..."
"There’s plenty of time. No need to rush."
Ming Tianxing let out a slow "Oh," interlacing his fingers under his chin as he studied his daughter.
"What’s she like?" Curiosity finally got the better of him.
"The perfect child—beautiful, well-mannered, won awards left and right since she was little." Ming Xiaowei counted off on her fingers.
She wasn’t wrong.
Ji Cheng was that model child. If not for her less-than-ideal upbringing, she might not have grown into such a solitary person.
Ming Tianxing mulled it over. Those descriptors did fit the "perfect child" archetype.
No wonder his usually unruly daughter had been acting more composed lately, according to Sisters-in-law Zhang.
It probably had something to do with that girl.
"I’d like to meet her sometime." Ming Tianxing couldn’t help but be intrigued.
"Dad, no rush on that. Do you have any ultra-secure Weibo accounts? I need to leak something." Ming Xiaowei pulled up footage from a hidden camera on her phone.
After a quick edit, she flashed it in front of Ming Tianxing.
"This one."
Ming Tianxing saw nothing.
But he agreed anyway.
"Sure, I’ll have someone send you one."
Anonymous leaks—he understood that much.
"Should it trend?" Ming Tianxing asked, puzzled.
"Obviously. But we’ll need to build hype first." Ming Xiaowei dug up the files Ji Cheng had previously shared. She hadn’t brought her laptop, but her father had one here.
It would do.
"Is this about Zhao Qinghan? Why do you hate her so much?" Ming Tianxing had never seen his daughter hold a grudge like this.
"Of course. She bullied my sister. I can’t stand seeing her hurt."
Ming Tianxing fell silent, side-eyeing his suddenly tea-scented daughter. He said nothing.
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ose... to cooperate with the protagonist! Shen Yuan: I have a system! Protagonist: What? System: Holy crap, you're just spilling it out like that? Shen Yuan: Let's team up, we'll split the system rewards! Protagonist: Fifty-fifty split? Shen Yuan: No way! Protagonist: What!? I'm the one getting beaten up, and I don't get half? Shen Yuan: Forty-sixty split, I get forty, you get sixty! Protagonist: Deal! Big brother, come on, hit me! As long as it doesn't kill me, beat me like you mean it! Shen Yuan: Don't worry... I will definitely protect all of you! No one but me can lay a finger on you! Guard our Heaven's Chosen Ones! I'm the only one allowed to bully them!
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.”
