"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?
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?!
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
