An Xiaowei had no idea she had caught the attention of a dangerous individual.
Because her current situation was rather awkward.
After leaving the hotpot restaurant, Ning Moqing hadn’t said a word the entire way back. Her eyes were cold and unreadable, as if lost in thought.
An Xiaowei trailed behind her, and by the time they reached the doorstep, her stomach no longer felt as bloated.
"Moqing-jie," An Xiaowei called out as soon as they entered, tilting her head in confusion at Ning Moqing, who was blocking the doorway.
"Don’t call me that," Ning Moqing murmured, her expression hidden beneath lowered lashes.
An Xiaowei: "..."
So she was being rejected now?
Got it. The love was gone. Time to leave.
Not that there had ever been any love to begin with.
Once Ning Moqing stepped inside, she grabbed a change of clothes and headed straight for the bathroom. The sound of running water soon echoed from behind the closed door. Only then did An Xiaowei realize—
Oh no. Trouble.
She pressed herself against the door, scratching at it with her fingers, legs twisted together in an odd stance.
"Ning Moqing! Ning Moqing!"
The person inside paused, the sound of water softening slightly before a patient voice responded.
"You don’t actually want to come in here with me, do you? Not happening."
An Xiaowei: "..."
"No, I need to use the toilet."
Ning Moqing: "..."
She glanced at the bath towel hanging nearby, silent for a long moment before drying herself off, wrapping the towel around her body, and throwing on an outer robe to open the door for An Xiaowei.
There was no helping it. To avoid the irritating sight of Xu Ya, Ning Moqing had specifically banished her to the master bedroom—which had its own bathroom—but that room was usually locked when unused.
"Come in," Ning Moqing said impassively.
An Xiaowei, having genuinely drunk too much earlier, rushed to the toilet. Her hands had just reached for her waistband when she noticed Ning Moqing standing motionless beside her.
"..."
"You… don’t actually want to watch me use the toilet, do you?" An Xiaowei lifted her gaze to stare at Ning Moqing.
Who knew this person could be so shameless?
She had truly misjudged Ning Moqing.
As long as she complained fast enough, she wasn’t the one at fault.
Ning Moqing took a slow breath, raked a hand through her still-dripping dark hair, then turned and walked out of the bathroom, closing the door behind her.
What sin had she committed in her past life to be saddled with this gremlin in this one?
An Xiaowei finished quickly. Ning Moqing, leaning against the door, heard the flush and pulled it open—
Only to immediately slam it shut again, her face burning.
An Xiaowei: !!!
Her skirt wasn’t even pulled up yet! This person—
An Xiaowei decided she absolutely could not stay at Ning Moqing’s place any longer.
Still, wearing a skirt felt weird. If not for the safety shorts underneath, she’d feel way too exposed.
By the time An Xiaowei finally emerged, fiddling with the hem of her skirt, Ning Moqing was already flipping through a magazine as if nothing had happened.
"I’m done. You can go back in now," An Xiaowei forced out.
Ning Moqing glanced up at her. An Xiaowei’s scalp prickled, and she immediately shielded her skirt before bolting into the guest room.
Ning Moqing: "..."
She had just looked.
With a sigh, Ning Moqing returned to her shower.
Meanwhile, Si observed An Xiaowei’s series of baffling actions and fell silent.
"What’s wrong with you?"
An Xiaowei’s cheeks flushed pink as she tugged at her skirt, her exaggerated shyness bordering on theatrical.
"I’m shy. I’m a pure-hearted maiden."
Si: "..."
"Yeah, I can tell," Si replied dryly.
Only after hearing Ning Moqing shut her bedroom door did An Xiaowei sneak back into the bathroom. Eyes squeezed shut and hands trembling, she rushed through her shower before scurrying back to her room like a thief.
"You didn’t shower. You just robbed a bank and came home."
"System, when are you going to die so I can attend your funeral?" An Xiaowei couldn’t take Si’s teasing anymore.
What kind of system was this?
So infuriating.
"Probably never. Give up on that dream. Be good. Anyway, Li Jiaojiao’s gotten into some trouble," Si’s voice softened, the word "good" laced with something almost tender.
"What kind?" An Xiaowei perked up.
"She slept with Yan Chen."
An Xiaowei: "..."
This topic was inappropriate. She didn’t want to hear it.
"Is that all?" An Xiaowei frowned, sensing there was more.
"Oh? What else did you want to hear?" Si sounded far too interested.
An Xiaowei hesitated. Should she wait before telling An Wan about this?
If only love-sickness could be surgically removed—then she wouldn’t even need to do missions!
Meanwhile, Li Jiaojiao had just woken up in a hotel room to find Yan Chen staring blankly at the bloodstain on the sheets.
Yan Chen only had one question: What the hell happened?
He distinctly remembered eating hotpot earlier. How had that led to… this?
Noticing his turmoil, Li Jiaojiao suppressed her own displeasure and forced a sweet, gentle smile.
"Yan Chen-ge, it’s okay. I know you didn’t mean for this to happen. Let’s just pretend it didn’t."
She quickly dressed and limped out of the room, leaving 38 yuan on the nightstand before leaving.
Biting her lip, she pulled out her phone and messaged her master, explaining the situation.
"Master, what should I do now?"
Li Jiaojiao was genuinely panicking. She hadn’t expected Yan Chen to be so wild after drinking.
"Idiot! What the hell were you thinking? You had a superstar right there, and you messed it up!" Yan Chen’s system was furious.
It had noticed something off recently and planned to investigate—only to return to this disaster.
"System…"
Being scolded by his system for the first time, Yan Chen felt humiliated.
It was just a bunch of data. Did he have no dignity?
"At least Li Jiaojiao’s a simp who won’t make a fuss. Keep this under wraps. I’ve tampered with An Wan’s side—her filming’s going smoothly, so she’ll wrap up early. Get ready."
"Your next mission is to go on a date with An Wan for a day. Reward: 100 million. Bonus if you manage to kiss her or something."
The system crackled with static, urgency in its electronic tone.
Little did it know, the moment it issued the mission, Si had already notified An Xiaowei.
"Oh? A date?"
An Xiaowei realized this system was truly insatiable.
Yan Chen had already cheated on An Wan—thanks to her meddling—and now he wanted to date her sister?
No way!
Still, with Li Jiaojiao’s success, the rest seemed easier.
An Xiaowei checked the mission progress.
80% complete.
Li Jiaojiao was really pulling her weight.
Then again, with An Wan away, Yan Chen’s chances of straying skyrocketed.
"If Yan Chen hides Li Jiaojiao’s existence, this date might actually happen," Si remarked.
ver to a world of cultivation and returned invincible. Modern medicine is child's play compared to elixirs; technological might crumbles before true cultivation. My name is Qin Ning, Earth's sole cultivator!
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
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."
world slacker. But a genius female disciple just had to get clingy, insisting that he take her as a disciple. Not only that, she was always making advances on him, thoroughly disrupting his peaceful slacker life...
