"What’s the point of buying this?" Ming Xiaowei frowned slightly.
"Every girl has one, so my Xiaowei should too." Ji Cheng’s eyes were warm like a spring breeze, making Ming Xiaowei’s heart skip a beat.
Who would even like something like this?
Just as Xiaowei was about to put it on, the diamond ring slipped into Ji Cheng’s hand.
"Let me do it." Ji Cheng gently took her hand and slid the ring onto her ring finger.
Ming Xiaowei looked down at the dazzling starry diamond now adorning her finger, shimmering even more brilliantly in the daylight.
If she wasn’t mistaken, a ring on the ring finger meant… an engagement?
Ji Cheng was really being reckless. Though Ming Xiaowei thought this, the corners of her lips still curled up slightly.
"It’s beautiful."
If it was a gift from Ji Cheng, she loved it.
"We don’t have a ceremony, we don’t have anything else, but a ring is the bare minimum."
That night, Ming Xiaowei would remember for a long time how they stood together on the overpass.
The city of Yue stretched before them, its lights twinkling in the night, the streets alive with noise and celebration. Red lanterns swayed gently on the ancient walls, radiant and dazzling, as if whispering the wind’s plea.
"Ji Cheng," she suddenly spoke.
"Hmm?" He turned to her, his gaze as tender as the crescent moon.
"We’ll be together forever, right? In this life, and the next."
"It’s just too bad… every time I find you first, you don’t love me yet."
When Ming Xiaowei woke again, she stood on the balcony watching the rain for a long time.
The fine threads of rain fell on her face, cold and unfeeling, devoid of any gentleness.
She fetched an umbrella from the villa, exchanged a brief greeting with Auntie Zhang, and when she looked up again, she saw a familiar figure in the distance waving at her.
Xiao Moyun.
Ming Xiaowei pressed her lips together.
She remembered what that older sister had told her before.
"You and Xiao Moyun share a bond from a past life. The rest… is up to you."
"And what about you? Are you really not going to tell that guy anything?" Ming Xiaowei didn’t fully understand love, but she could vaguely grasp that part of that older sister resided within Ji Cheng.
The one helping fulfill her wish was another man.
Though… he didn’t resemble him at all.
But at least once that man’s task was complete, she and Ji Cheng would have no further entanglement—though they’d still be friends. The whole romance thing was off the table.
Otherwise, she’d have no way to explain this to her father.
Liking girls? That was too much for Ming Xiaowei to handle.
"Why are you here to pick me up?" Ming Xiaowei looked up at Xiao Moyun.
"Now that you’re grown up, you don’t care about me anymore?" Xiao Moyun asked with a faint smile.
He had even carried her when she was little!
"Enough nonsense. Do I look like I need your car?"
Despite her words, Ming Xiaowei still got in. The past was destined to fade like smoke.
(End of Chapter)
"So Xiao Moyun really ends up with the original host?" Ming Xiaowei sighed.
Zhao Qinghan was probably furious.
But then again, Zhao Qinghan didn’t know Xiao Moyun was her past-life lover.
Just as Ming Xiaowei snapped out of her thoughts, a pale silver treasure chest appeared before her.
Before she could reach for it, a milky-white panel materialized in front of her, displaying a line of golden text:
"System upgrading in progress…"
"Ding! Upgrade complete!"
This update includes the following:
1. To enhance the host’s immersion and enrich the gaming experience, future worlds will no longer provide book plots—only the original host’s memories.
2. Expanded world settings—hosts will no longer be limited to standard male-female worlds. Occasionally, matriarchal, ABO, and other unique settings will appear.
3. Increased mission rewards—upon completing tasks, hosts may choose to take one item or ability from the original novel world.
4. To boost host motivation, side quests will no longer appear. However, main quests will no longer be as simple as just completing objectives. Improving the original host’s physical attributes, charm, and fulfilling their dreams will now directly affect mission completion rates, not just satisfaction-based soul-light rewards.
5. Career settings unlocked.
After reading through the lengthy update, Ming Xiaowei’s eyes ached.
"Si, what kind of nonsense is this?"
Si coughed awkwardly. "This was decided in the recent meeting. Oh, and I’ve got good news—I snatched Zhao Qinghan’s system."
As soon as he finished speaking, Ming Xiaowei spotted a three- or four-year-old girl sitting by her bed, hiding her face behind a book. Her large, watery eyes stared silently.
Ming Xiaowei: ?
"Wait, you brought this thing into my space? What’s the meaning of this?" She was utterly baffled.
Was she being forced into babysitting now?
"The host messed up. The system was flagged for slacking on missions. If I hadn’t stepped in, she would’ve been wiped." Si had no choice.
For now, the kid had to stick with them.
And it wasn’t all bad for Ming Xiaowei.
"Here’s the deal—every hundred years, hosts from different systems compete in a martial tournament. Except for non-combat systems, this event is co-hosted by our company and other organizations. The rewards are huge."
"So I can become human?" Ming Xiaowei’s excitement flared.
"Nope." Si doused her enthusiasm. "There are two brackets—Warrior and Sage—but the rewards are the same. Even if we don’t win first place, just making top ten guarantees at least ten portions of soul energy."
"What about first place?" Ming Xiaowei knew soul energy was valuable.
"Thirty portions."
Doing the math, that was enough for fifty or sixty worlds.
"Then we’re aiming for first!" She was already fired up.
"It’s not that simple." Si poured cold water on her again.
"Starting with this update, elimination rounds begin. From now on, two taskers will be matched in the same world. Your mission completion speed and efficiency will determine whether you advance to the finals."
"And as your system, I can still communicate with you in-world, but I can’t help you with missions like before—no hints, no guidance."
Though, as the host system, Si could still choose the worlds.
"Of course, this is just the prelims. The world after next will have three hosts, maxing out at four per world. There are three rounds—if you rank first in all of them, you might make it to the finals."
After hearing all this, Ming Xiaowei couldn’t help but feel tense.
Was this the high-stakes league? Her palms were sweating.
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