Ji Cheng’s mind was in a daze.
“Is there?” she murmured, lowering her gaze.
Ming Xiaowei: ?
How is this not obvious?
Ming Xiaowei rubbed her own face, genuinely stunned.
“I’m hungry. I’ll ask Auntie Zhang to cook. I still have classes in the afternoon.” Ming Xiaowei was still troubled by the side mission.
But logically speaking, after dropping that hint, Ming Tianxing should investigate the company’s internal issues, right?
Ming Tianxing had built a world top-100 corporation—he definitely had the means.
If a conglomerate that massive collapsed, any problems would surface under his scrutiny.
The most frustrating part was that she couldn’t even participate in this side mission.
“Oh, alright,” Ji Cheng said softly, her eyes downcast.
But despite her words, Ji Cheng still blocked Ming Xiaowei’s path.
“It’s still early, and… there’s something I haven’t said yet.” Ji Cheng’s voice was light and tender, like a tiny ant crawling over Xiaowei’s heart, tickling and teasing.
Maddening.
Enough to steal her soul.
“What is it?” Ming Xiaowei wanted to roll her eyes but held back the impulse.
“You…” Ji Cheng paused before continuing, “Do you like me?”
Truthfully, Ji Cheng already knew the answer.
But hearing it from Xiaowei’s lips would make it feel different.
“Of course I like you,” Ming Xiaowei said.
Loving a god was an innate ability she’d been born with.
Even if she didn’t understand why she kept finding traces of Ning Moqing in every world, her affection for this person was genuine.
Oh, right.
“Your leg isn’t healed yet—don’t get any ideas.” Ming Xiaowei pointed at Ji Cheng’s leg.
Ji Cheng lowered her head, lips curling into a smile.
“What are you implying? What exactly do you think I’m planning?” Ji Cheng lifted her gaze to meet Ming Xiaowei’s. “My Xiaowei, are you hiding some naughty thoughts?”
As she spoke, Ming Xiaowei felt Ji Cheng’s voice grow hazy.
She bit her lower lip lightly.
“No.”
“Then… will you call me ‘jie’?” Ji Cheng asked again.
The moment those words left her lips, Ming Xiaowei’s mind went blank. All she remembered was her shirt button being tugged loose, Ji Cheng pulling her down by the collar, exposing the delicate curve of her neck and the pale skin beneath. Even her clear, bright eyes glazed over with confusion.
Of course, Ji Cheng only kissed her—nothing more.
A young girl’s love was restrained and patient, tinged with shyness and joy. Ji Cheng wouldn’t truly take things too far.
The days that followed were peaceful and uneventful.
Zhao Qinghan’s misdeeds had gotten her Weibo account banned by the authorities, and now she was sent to a lab at the base for deliberately concealing her abilities.
Not for dissection, of course.
But experiments were enough.
After months of testing, the once-arrogant Zhao Qinghan finally snapped. She couldn’t see anyone, and in desperation, she revealed the System to her captors.
But how could they possibly find something like that?
“Zhao Qinghan, you really are incorrigible. We already know everything happening outside. Your only option now is to cooperate.” The woman in the beige suit smirked, oozing mockery.
Zhao Qinghan no longer had the energy to curse. She faintly recalled a beautiful dream—one where she was a dazzling superstar on stage, adored by countless fans, and loved by a handsome, doting man.
Why was reality so different?
Unable to reconcile the two, Zhao Qinghan lost her mind.
The torment of the lab became unbearable, the reagents pure agony. In the end, she begged them to remove the energy core from her skull.
A minor procedure—but to her, it was salvation.
After her release, Zhao Qinghan stayed with the Zhao family for a few days before Wang Ning realized her daughter had gone mad—stabbing herself repeatedly with a knife, utterly deranged.
And she was unnaturally strong.
Zhao Baishu initially wanted doctors to treat her at home, but the law still applied. Soon, officials came knocking again.
Yet interrogating a madwoman was futile.
After repeated evaluations, she was finally sent to a psychiatric hospital under medical parole.
Si told Ming Xiaowei the news while she and Ji Cheng were on break.
By then, Ji Cheng had already begun training under Ming Tianxing himself. He was pleased with her talent—she was diligent.
And with her psychology expertise, Ji Cheng detected the shady forces within Ming Tianxing’s corporation. This prompted a full internal audit, finally purging the company of its rot.
An unexpected victory.
And an indirect completion of the side mission.
What Ming Xiaowei didn’t expect was that even after getting together with Ji Cheng—sleeping beside her every night—Xiao Moyun still looked at her strangely.
So strangely that she wondered if he was possessed by that bastard Chi Mu.
But no, he wasn’t.
“What the hell is going on in this world?” Ming Xiaowei was utterly baffled.
“Maybe… Xiao Moyun and Ming Xiaowei were originally meant to be a pair,” Si explained.
“Hah?” Ming Xiaowei found that utterly ridiculous.
After all, she knew Zhao Qinghan was supposed to be Xiao Moyun’s match. Yet there were inconsistencies—like how Xiao Moyun hadn’t even glanced at Zhao Qinghan this time.
“Put simply, if Zhao Qinghan didn’t exist in this world, Ming Xiaowei would be the female lead. Aside from Zhao Qinghan, she has the second-highest destiny among women here.”
Ming Xiaowei only grew more confused.
Finally, Si clarified: every novel world was destined to have a male and female lead. If the original female lead failed too spectacularly, the Heavenly Dao would select a new one.
And the new female lead had to fit the archetype while having emotional ties to Xiao Moyun—largely chosen by the male lead himself.
What kind of bullshit was this?
But if the Ming family hadn’t collapsed, the original host’s identity did fit the female lead template.
“Xiaowei, what’s on your mind?” Ji Cheng suddenly wrapped her arms around her waist, gazing down.
Ming Xiaowei instinctively clutched her collar, toes curling together.
“Thinking about sleep,” she stammered, nearly biting her tongue.
“I bought something.” Ji Cheng pulled a small box from her pocket. Ming Xiaowei’s eyes locked onto it as Ji Cheng opened the lid, revealing a diamond ring.
The gem shimmered like a galaxy, its pure, starry brilliance making her heart skip.
Holy crap!
That must’ve cost a fortune.
What a waste—why buy her something like this?
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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."
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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.
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."
