"You're really bad," Si said.
An Xiaowei snorted lightly—she was never a good girl to begin with.
Mission accomplished, An Xiaowei flopped onto the soft bed with satisfaction. She had to admit, a girl’s bed was truly cozy, bouncy and all—absolutely lovable.
Yawning, she snuggled under the covers contentedly.
But the next morning, An Xiaowei was stunned.
She never expected her bed would turn into a crime scene.
The bedsheets at home were all light-colored, and it was her first time dealing with "that time of the month." Aunt Flow had arrived with a vengeance, leaving a bloody mess when she lifted the covers. Okay, maybe not that dramatic, but it was definitely eye-catching.
What now?
Did she have to change the sheets every single day from now on?
"No need. Just get some period pads and lay them under you," Si said with a yawn, looking like she’d just woken up.
An Xiaowei was puzzled—since when did systems need sleep?
"And how do I wash this?" An Xiaowei had washed sheets before, but at most, they were just damp or slightly stained. That was easy. But this?
Just remove the first three words of that thought.
"Scrub it by hand."
An Xiaowei: "..."
Great.
Girl’s Diary: Today marks who-knows-how-many-days of being a girl. Second day of my period, and I never realized bedsheets would take such a hit. SOS.
An Xiaowei was officially in her feels.
Even while supervising Li Jiaojiao’s progress, she wore a bitter expression—her hands hurt from scrubbing. Back when she wasted her "future generations," it wasn’t even this troublesome.
Seriously, how did those mystery novels make murder scenes on beds seem plausible? Do they know how hard it is to wash bloodstains?
Ugh.
Yan Chen’s university wasn’t too far from An Wan’s place—otherwise, how would they hook up later? Oh wait, no, meet up at hotels.
So An Xiaowei rode her bike there, parked it at the school gate, and thanks to her protagonist GPS, finding Yan Chen was a breeze.
When she arrived, Li Jiaojiao was already there, standing beside Yan Chen with tears streaming down her face.
Under An Xiaowei’s expert breakup coaching, Li Jiaojiao’s performance was Oscar-worthy—pitiful, delicate, and utterly heart-wrenching. Even Yan Chen seemed moved.
"Um, Jiaojiao..."
"I know, I know you like someone else. I just... I envy her. But I love you so much. I can’t live without you."
An Xiaowei nearly choked hearing that.
Wasn’t this acting a bit too much?
Li Jiaojiao then hugged Yan Chen, tears falling like rain, her restraint making any man’s heart ache.
Plus, she was undeniably pretty.
After a long pause, Li Jiaojiao wiped her tears and pushed Yan Chen away.
"I’m sorry. I lost control. I won’t bother you again. I... I don’t like you anymore at all." She nearly shouted the last part, but her delivery was flawless.
Heartbroken—just as her mentor had taught her.
Without waiting for Yan Chen to respond, Li Jiaojiao turned and walked away, glancing back just once.
That one glance was pure agony—her eyes red-rimmed, her expression shattered.
For some reason, Yan Chen’s chest tightened. He still liked Li Jiaojiao.
But... that beachfront villa was too tempting.
As he shook his head, his friend nudged him.
"That online fling of yours? Doesn’t hold a candle to Li Jiaojiao. Look how much she loves you—even crying like that, she still brought you food. That’s real feelings."
Outside opinions always sway people.
Yan Chen’s heart skipped a beat. Picking up the dropped lunchbox, he found a note inside:
"New day, new happiness! Don’t be sad~ (＾▽＾)"
His expression darkened. An Xiaowei checked the mission progress—50% complete. Not bad. Even the blinding protagonist halo above Yan Chen’s head seemed less irritating now.
In a good mood, An Xiaowei—mask and glasses hiding her identity—borrowed a meal card and treated herself to breakfast.
Meanwhile, Li Jiaojiao nervously texted her mentor:
"Master, will this really work?"
She never knew her acting skills were this good. It was almost ridiculous.
"Absolutely. This year’s Oscar goes to you." An Xiaowei was impressed—Li Jiaojiao wasn’t as clueless as those novel heroines.
Though her guidance probably helped.
"Then, Master, should I avoid him now?"
No need. Just post a sad social media update, and let Yan Chen's friends do the rest.
An Xiaowei’s plan was flawless.
If Li Jiaojiao was truly teachable, An Xiaowei hoped she’d break free from the male lead’s charm—no more simp behavior.
But this couldn’t be rushed. If she said it outright, Li Jiaojiao might suspect her of liking Yan Chen.
Never underestimate a side character’s logic. It’s always wild.
The real headache was Lin Zixuan—he couldn’t just waltz onto a film set.
As An Xiaowei pondered her next move, a guy sat across from her. The moment she looked up, he blushed.
"Uh, junior, can I get your number?"
An Xiaowei: ???
Was she getting hit on?
She never thought a guy would ask for her contact. Then again, she’d barely left the house since transmigrating into this novel.
"I... I think you’re really pretty." His face turned redder.
"No way." An Xiaowei refused outright.
The guy froze. Cute looks, cute rejection—what was this sorcery?
"Come on, just as friends! I’m not a creep."
"Bull. Guys like you are quick to drop their pants." She rolled her eyes.
Dream on. She had enough self-love to spare.
The guy was speechless. He never expected such bluntness. Before he could reply, An Xiaowei grabbed her tray and left.
With her mask off, she finally understood—this body was dangerously attractive.
Pale, delicate, with dewy eyes that made guys want to see her cry.
The scariest part? Even girls were staring.
What the hell?
Had the world lost all shame?
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
