An Wan wasn’t wearing headphones, so An Xiaowei heard a gentle male voice coming from the other end.
"It’s okay, baby. Just be more careful next time. Stick with me, and I’ll carry you to victory."
An Xiaowei: (；OдO)
She was shocked to realize she no longer had goosebumps—because they had already fallen off in disgust.
Good grief, could these two be any more nauseatingly cheesy?
An Xiaowei actually felt like she was experiencing morning sickness.
Meanwhile, An Wan, who had been lost in the sweet voice of her "hubby," finally snapped back to reality when An Xiaowei walked up to her.
She hastily muted her microphone and looked up at her little sister with her beautiful eyes.
"Uh, Xiaowei, I ordered takeout earlier. The food’s in the—uh, not the bathroom—the kitchen. It’s still warm." An Wan was internally panicking.
She nearly bit her tongue in the process.
She and Xiaowei had relied on each other since childhood—their mother passed away early, and their father ran off with the family’s money. An Wan had been the one paying for Xiaowei’s tuition all these years.
Fortunately, she had been scouted as a child star and had since risen to become a top-tier celebrity, so supporting Xiaowei wasn’t difficult.
After all, Xiaowei was an easygoing girl—except for one small issue.
She absolutely despised men, thanks to the trauma left by their father.
If Xiaowei found out she was in an online relationship with someone whose face she’d never even seen, her impression of An Wan would probably plummet.
Just as An Wan was fidgeting nervously, Xiaowei suddenly asked, "You’re married? Is it a man or a woman? Where do they live? How many houses and cars do they own? Not that any of that matters—I think you’d be better off keeping five sugar babies instead."
An Wan was still processing the barrage of questions when the last sentence made her burst out laughing.
"Xiaowei, stop joking. I just… kinda like him. A little."
As she spoke, An Wan clutched her skirt, her fair cheeks flushing pink. That shy expression said it all.
Anyone could tell what was going on.
An Xiaowei: (；一_一)
"If I’d had the skills to make a superstar simp for me through online dating back then, I wouldn’t have spent five years hauling bricks at a construction site," An Xiaowei muttered to her system, A Si.
A Si fell silent for a moment.
"Do you really like superstars?"
"Nope," An Xiaowei shook her head.
But why was the system asking?
She grabbed the reheated takeout from the kitchen, sat on the couch, and started eating while side-eyeing An Wan.
An Wan didn’t dare unmute her mic now. With a pained expression, she typed to her in-game partner, Yan Chen (ID: 【Zhuohua】): "My little sister’s here, so I can’t talk right now."
【Zhuohua】: Then at least put your headphones on.
【Zhuohua】: Hey, Yaoyao, I heard you’re also in Bifang City. Want to meet up? I’m in Lanling District.
An Wan’s heart skipped a beat at the mention of Lanling District.
She lived there too.
Silently putting on her headphones, she was immediately struck by a deep, velvety voice that sent shivers down her spine.
"I want to see you."
Those words hit her right in the feels.
An Wan could already imagine what a refined, gentle man he must be.
This was downright lethal.
Criminal, honestly.
How could her "hubby’s" voice be so irresistible? Her heart was pounding so hard it felt like the poor deer inside might just keel over.
That deer was carrying burdens no deer should ever bear.
【Taoyao】: Okay, send me the address. I’m free this afternoon.
Her hands trembled uncontrollably as she typed.
After three years of online dating, she was finally about to meet him in person.
Meanwhile, An Xiaowei watched her sister’s flushed face and shaky hands, raising an eyebrow.
Was she… having a seizure?
"She’s meeting the male lead this afternoon. To stop their relationship from progressing, you have to ruin this date," A Si instructed.
"Are you sure my interference won’t just make An Wan think I’m being unreasonable and push them closer together?"
An Xiaowei had never been in a relationship, but she’d consumed enough drama to know the tropes.
Obstacles only fueled the protagonists’ passion.
Even though this was supposed to be a fluffy romance novel (at least in the early stages), it couldn’t escape this universal law.
Adults were stubborn—the more you told them not to do something, the more they’d do it.
Back when An Xiaowei was working at an electronics factory, they’d asked her to work overtime. She refused and tried to leave—only to get fired on the spot.
Shaking off that painful memory, A Si asked, "Then what’s your plan?"
"I’m gonna smoke, drink, get a perm, and start dating—right in front of An Wan."
A Si: "…"
"You’re breaking character. That’s not acceptable. An Wan would get suspicious."
An Xiaowei was supposed to be a quiet, well-behaved girl—just a little socially awkward.
"Fine, if you say so. I’ll just tag along and see what happens."
If all else failed, she could always dig up dirt on the male lead. It wasn’t like he was a saint anyway.
As An Xiaowei plotted, An Wan, having just finished her game, didn’t even bother explaining her online romance to her sister.
She rushed into her walk-in closet.
First impressions mattered—she had to look perfect for the man she liked.
"Xiaowei, what kind of style do you think I should go for? Elegant? Sophisticated? Or maybe something more alluring?" For the first time, An Wan found getting dressed overwhelming.
With her classical beauty, she could pull off any look.
Given how refined her "hubby’s" voice was, he’d probably prefer someone graceful.
Maybe a qipao?
But that didn’t seem very date-appropriate.
As An Wan agonized, An Xiaowei walked over. "You’re meeting your online boyfriend?"
She honestly thought her sister had lost it.
She was a superstar—her face was plastered all over the city. And now she wanted to meet some rando from the internet?
Ridiculous.
Wouldn’t it be easier for the male lead to just turn on the TV? The currently airing top-rated drama starred An Wan.
At least that version was in high definition.
"No, no! Sister Ning just called. I have a meeting with a scriptwriter today to discuss a project. Gotta look professional, you know?"
An Wan delivered the lie flawlessly. As an actress, her skills were unmatched among her peers—except when it came to fooling her little sister.
"Sure. When’s Sister Ning picking you up?"
An Xiaowei knew Ning Moqing well—An Wan’s agent, the daughter of the producer who had launched An Wan’s career. Her competence was undeniable.
If not for the male lead’s interference, Ning Moqing would’ve guided An Wan to even greater stardom.
Hearing Xiaowei’s question, a bead of sweat rolled down An Wan’s temple.
Her sister was way too sharp.
"She’ll be here soon. You should rest—you just finished your internship, right? And you still have your thesis to write. Focus on that so you can land a good job after graduation."
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.”
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
