As for Wanwan, she hadn’t been seen lately—rumor had it she was off filming, probably with some kissing scenes involved. The thought of it made Yan Chen feel disgusted.
After all, she’d been held and kissed by someone else, while his childhood sweetheart remained pure and untouched.
One was well-behaved and sensible, the other a gentle superstar—he wanted both.
What to do?
For the first time, Yan Chen found himself suffering from indecision. But no matter what, his immediate priority was dealing with An Xiaowei.
Missing Grandpa An’s funeral and getting scolded by An Wan had brought him nothing but bad luck lately. Thankfully, Jiaojiao was by his side, or he wouldn’t have known how to cope.
She was just a little girl, after all. If push came to shove, he could always slip her something and be done with it—teach her a lesson about crossing him.
The thought of the massive reward—ten billion—made his blood race. He’d never seen that kind of money in his life.
He was itching to ruin An Xiaowei.
“A-Chen, why aren’t you eating? Want me to feed you? Never mind, do it yourself.” Li Jiaojiao’s playful smile only made Yan Chen’s heart itch more.
Meanwhile, Ning Moqing returned with a plate of sliced oranges just in time to see An Xiaowei scrolling through her phone.
Her eyes flicked over the screen—and she froze.
An Xiaowei was looking at photos of men’s abs.
Unaware of Ning Moqing’s thoughts, An Xiaowei was busy inspecting the goods—photos Lin Zixuan had sent her.
Lin Zixuan himself had no idea what possessed him to send them.
His future sister-in-law seemed a little too… open-minded.
After reviewing them with a straight face, An Xiaowei sent Lin Zixuan a dissatisfied complaint.
“This won’t do. The male leads in novels have forty-eight-pack abs.”
Lin Zixuan: ==
“You’re thinking of corn cobs.”
An Xiaowei pressed on: “What about… lower down?”
Lin Zixuan: ?
Lin Zixuan: “That’s not something I can send.”
He suspected An Xiaowei was making inappropriate jokes—and he had screenshots to prove it.
Not that An Xiaowei had any dirty thoughts. She was just worried Lin Zixuan might be lacking in certain areas. What if her sister wasn’t satisfied?
What if he had a weak constitution and needed pills just to function?
Right?
As An Wan’s sister, she was going above and beyond in her concern.
“Stop looking. Eat.”
Ning Moqing fished out some lamb slices from the hot pot and placed them in An Xiaowei’s dipping bowl.
Just as An Xiaowei was about to nag Lin Zixuan some more, Ning Moqing sent her a picture.
Huh?
She tapped it—only to see a pitiful little dog being scolded.
Caption: No horny~
An Xiaowei looked up at Ning Moqing. Though she said nothing, her expression spoke volumes.
The last time someone called her a dog was… well, the last time.
She felt personally insulted.
“You called me a dog.” An Xiaowei glared at Ning Moqing, seething. “Fine. I’ll go die. I don’t want to live anymore.”
Ning Moqing didn’t react, so An Xiaowei prepared to make another scene—only to have a slice of orange shoved into her mouth.
Huh!
It was surprisingly sweet.
She chewed thoughtfully.
“I’ve decided to commit suicide by eating oranges.” An Xiaowei declared with full confidence.
“No need. I’ll mix you some rat poison when we get back.” Ning Moqing didn’t even blink.
An Xiaowei: …
What a vicious woman.
Despite her mischievous streak, An Xiaowei knew when to behave—especially during meals. She also kept an eye on her “disciple,” noting how Li Jiaojiao expertly played Yan Chen, keeping him hooked without letting him take advantage.
But happiness often led to overeating.
When An Xiaowei stood up from the couch, her waist nearly gave out.
Her bloated belly looked like she was carrying a big, fat baby.
“I’m stuffed. Can’t even walk.” She rubbed her swollen stomach—only for Ning Moqing to reach over and do the same.
The soft flesh jiggled slightly.
“Looks like twins.” Ning Moqing’s eyes sparkled with amusement.
An Xiaowei: …
“Stop joking. Let’s go home.” She coughed lightly, suddenly finding her feet less sore.
It had been a while since she’d enjoyed a meal this much. Hot pot for two was just right—comfortable and satisfying.
As they stepped into the elevator, Ning Moqing barely had time to speak before An Xiaowei let out a scandalous moan.
Ah~
Ning Moqing’s heart lurched, as if clawed by a kitten.
The elevator fell into awkward silence. Ning Moqing turned to see An Xiaowei’s teary eyes.
“You stepped on my foot.” An Xiaowei pouted.
Was this revenge for making her pay for the meal? Attempted murder?
No—foot-icide.
Meanwhile, Xu Ya, who’d lost her prey to Ning Moqing, was fuming. She dragged the receptionist into a corner, her expression stormy.
“What’s got you so worked up?” The receptionist looped an arm around Xu Ya’s neck and kissed her.
The heated contact sent shivers down Xu Ya’s spine.
“Don’t touch me. You’re filthy.” Xu Ya pushed her away.
Unfazed, the woman adjusted her half-open collar.
“Want to try drugging her? You’re just playing around anyway. Bring her next time—I’ve got some new drinks.”
Xu Ya scoffed.
“No way. I’m not that bold. Ning Moqing guards her like a treasure. It’s been ages since I’ve found a girl I actually like.”
“Tch. Just find a guy then. You spent so much in Thailand—wouldn’t it be a waste not to enjoy yourself?” The receptionist leaned against the wall, smirking.
“Screw off.” Xu Ya’s face darkened.
“Who the hell spreads this crap? I was born a woman.” She was genuinely annoyed.
People loved making up rumors. She used fake names when partying, but that drug… now that piqued her interest.
Maybe she’d try it herself.
“Fine. Give me the stuff. I’ll test it out.”
The receptionist sauntered off, returning with a small box from a male colleague.
“Here. Don’t lose it. If someone else finds it, things could get messy.”
“Tch. Obviously.” Xu Ya eyed the drug, a sly smile curling her lips.
“Next time I see someone I dislike… they’re done for.”
“You’re terrible. I love it.” The receptionist flicked Xu Ya’s smooth cheek, laughing.
“Save your charms for men. They don’t work on me.” Xu Ya had no interest in her—they were just friends.
But Xiaowei, her little darling… now that was a temptation she couldn’t resist.
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…
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 world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.
