Zhao Qinghan probably wasn’t foolish enough to expose her system on her own.
Even if she claimed someone else was responsible—someone with psychic attack abilities—the Bladed Hunters organization would still question how she managed to survive a psychic-type superhuman. If she refused to explain, the organization would grow suspicious of her.
In a highly secretive organization like this, personnel were under strict control.
No one was allowed to keep their own secrets.
Of course, part of the reason was also that Zhao Qinghan didn’t even know who she herself was.
Hehe.
What a fun world, where the female lead gets screwed over without even knowing who did it.
Hehehe.
Si could already see a pair of black-red demon horns sprouting from Ming Xiaowei’s head.
Still, despite this, Ming Xiaowei didn’t let the documents in her hands gather dust. She had her assistant draft a statement—after all, that so-called superhuman organization was clearly a "positive energy" group. As long as the online storm grew big enough, they’d have to be blind not to see what kind of snake Zhao Qinghan really was.
And yet…
"Oh dear, if I do this, the female lead won’t be disowned by her organization, but I’m worried she might go out and stir up trouble, harm society, and end up sent to a lab for dissection."
Si: "…"
The female lead probably wanted to curse someone—no, curse a dog.
Though the female lead wasn’t human, her host sure acted like one!
Just as Si thought this, Ming Xiaowei sneezed loudly.
Rubbing her pink little nose, her cheeks puffed up like steamed buns.
"Who’s bad-mouthing me? Who? Who?" Ming Xiaowei was already itching to bite someone.
Si stayed silent.
Say what you will about her, but her ability to detect when someone was insulting her was top-notch.
Ming Xiaowei suspected Zhao Qinghan was the one trash-talking her, so she drew two extra curse circles in her notebook, wishing for Zhao Qinghan to get into a car accident.
But this wish of hers was doomed to fail.
Because…
Zhao Qinghan was already inside the Bladed Hunters’ base, where there weren’t any cars to begin with.
The online drama escalated quickly. Zhao Qinghan’s die-hard fans no longer dared to defend her, and her prolonged silence left many supporters disillusioned.
Even Ji Cheng’s fan group was in an uproar—though the mood was jubilant, with everyone spamming red envelopes.
Ming Xiaowei’s fingers flew across the screen, snatching them up at lightning speed.
She wouldn’t bother picking up a stray coin on the street, but she’d fight tooth and nail for a single cent in the group chat.
Yet there was someone even faster than her.
Sometimes, a single envelope would appear, only to be instantly claimed by that person.
How could Ming Xiaowei tolerate this?
Then she saw the username—"OrangeNotCold." Oh. It was Ji Cheng. Never mind.
But wait—since when did hospitals have such fast internet?
Just as Ming Xiaowei wondered this, Ji Cheng sent a private red envelope in the group.
For her?
Ming Xiaowei clicked without thinking, only to see the amount displayed: 52.0.
What the—?
What was she trying to say with this number?
"Ahh, I’m so embarrassed! Does sister like me? She must have her eyes on me. She must be head over heels."
In an instant, Ming Xiaowei transformed into the most presumptuous girl alive, covering her face and spouting nonsense despite not even blushing.
Si watched in disbelief. Did this woman even remember she used to be a man?
"Act normal. You’re scaring me," Si admitted, genuinely unsettled.
Ming Xiaowei: "?"
"What’s there to be scared of? Besides, what guy doesn’t dream of being pinned down by an older sister?"
Ming Xiaowei could only conclude that Si’s perspective was too narrow.
She opened WeChat and sent Ji Cheng a transfer for 131.4.
Ji Cheng paused, then replied with a single question mark.
Then came Ming Xiaowei’s follow-up message:
Xiaowei: "Sister loves me."
Ji Cheng’s face burned so hot she could practically see steam rising. For some reason, all the suggestive lines from that novel she’d read came rushing back—
A girl in white thigh-highs kneeling, dark hair cascading over one shoulder, cat-like eyes glistening with unshed tears, gaze locked onto her.
"Sister… do you love me?"
No. This wasn’t okay.
Ji Cheng bit her lower lip and fanned her flushed ears.
Stupid Xiaowei. Why did she have to send something like that?
She replied with another question mark.
"You’re not gonna accept it?" Ming Xiaowei was now convinced this woman was hopelessly straight.
That was such an obvious flirt! How could Ji Cheng not react at all?
Ridiculous.
If it were her, her hands would’ve gone numb from… washing them already.
This Orange was just lame.
Ji Cheng’s fingers trembled as she finally accepted the transfer.
She wanted to ask what Xiaowei meant by sending it, but she held back.
She wasn’t the type to take initiative.
But this amount… Did Xiaowei have feelings for her too? Yet how could one even discern such things?
Through psychology?
…Not a bad idea.
Ji Cheng opened her phone and promptly ordered a stack of psychology books from the nearest bookstore.
Romance was a complex subject. It demanded thorough research.
Ming Xiaowei had no idea Ji Cheng was already approaching this academically.
So when she and Auntie Zhang went to pick Ji Cheng up from the hospital two days later, she was baffled to see a thick notebook in Ji Cheng’s hands.
"When did you take notes? Why’s it so thick?"
Ming Xiaowei reached to flip through it, but Ji Cheng snatched it back, clutching it protectively to her chest.
Ming Xiaowei: "?"
What could possibly be so top-secret?
"Just some notes from books I’ve been reading lately."
"Then where are the books?" Ming Xiaowei frowned.
"My roommate visited earlier, so I had her take them back to the dorm," Ji Cheng replied smoothly.
"Why not bring them to the villa along with the others?" Ming Xiaowei glanced at the bag in Auntie Zhang’s hand—filled with textbooks Ji Cheng had studied during her hospital stay. Her professor had been giving her daily lessons, a privilege few could claim.
But now that she was moving into Ming Xiaowei’s home, private tutoring wouldn’t be as convenient.
The pressure now fell squarely on Ming Xiaowei’s shoulders.
"No need. The notebook is enough."
The more Ji Cheng insisted, the more Ming Xiaowei’s curiosity burned.
What on earth was in there?
Could it be… spicy literature?
"Ugh! Only you would think of something so vulgar!" Si interjected, disgusted.
"Now that’s just insulting," Ming Xiaowei huffed. "Yuan Qiaoqiao reads that stuff too—right in front of me!"
Si: "?"
This… was news to her.
Even if Yuan Qiaoqiao had her own hidden thoughts, there was no way she’d entertain something so indecent.
Impossible.
Ming Xiaowei had to be lying.
"No way. Don’t feed me nonsense," Si snapped.
Ming Xiaowei: "???"
Hold on—why was Si getting defensive over Yuan Qiaoqiao?
"Why are you so worked up? I never said you read it," Ming Xiaowei retorted, utterly confused.
Si: "…"
"Regardless, she’s not that kind of person," Si stated flatly.
"Oh? So you know her? Well enough to vouch for her?"
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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…
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
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.”
transmigrates into the role of a villainous rich second-generation kid in an urban fantasy novel, and gets bound to a god-tier choice system. Right at the start, he catches the female lead stealing exam papers! This triggers the villain's choice options! [Choice 1: Pretend you didn't see anything] [Choice 2: Loudly call her out, drawing everyone's attention] [Choice 3: ...] And thus, a twisted villain is born. To avoid getting killed by the protagonist, he has no choice but to take down all the protagonists first. Jiang Che: Nobody understands being twisted better than me!
