Si didn’t speak again.
An Xiaowei was dropped off at the villa district by Ning Moqing. As soon as she got out of the car, she saw An Wan stretching in a silk nightgown, her eyes crinkling into a smile at the sight of the two.
“I feel like Xiaowei’s gained some weight. Seems like you’ve been taking good care of her, Ning.”
Ning Moqing silently scoffed. Yeah, real good care—right into bed.
But she’d never dare let An Wan know that. She handed over the suitcase.
“Alright, it’s late. Rest up for a few days—you’ll be busy again soon.”
“Got it, Ning. Oh, by the way, I think I’ve improved a lot this time. I might even have a shot at an award.” An Wan was clearly in high spirits—acting had made her happy.
Wasn’t this way more fun than dating?
For a split second, An Xiaowei felt a pang of sympathy for An Wan, remembering how badly Yan Chen would screw her over later.
“That’s great. Little Li mentioned your performance was outstanding this time. I’ll try to get you more film roles next—it’ll help sharpen your skills.” Ning Moqing exchanged a few more pleasantries with An Wan, then glanced at the sheepish An Xiaowei before finally getting back in the car.
An Wan looked at Xiaowei, her eyes curving with warmth.
“Come on, I ordered groceries for hotpot. I haven’t had it in ages—been stuck in the mountains eating grass.” An Wan was thoroughly sick of the harsh rural life.
This time, they’d filmed in a remote village, even more backward than she’d imagined.
The signal was practically nonexistent.
“I can tell. You’ve lost weight.” An Xiaowei gave An Wan a once-over.
“I’m down to 88 pounds now. Oh, how’s Ning been treating you these days?” An Wan slung an arm over her little sister’s shoulder, missing her after so long apart.
“She’s been good.” An Xiaowei didn’t dare mention what had just happened.
At the last moment, she’d forced Ning Moqing to sleep with her.
Such boldness was something she’d never even considered before.
“Glad to hear it. Oh, I’ve got plans tomorrow, so stay home. Let me know what you want to eat—I’ll bring it back for you.”
“We’re not turning this place into a farm, you know.” An Xiaowei’s deadpan remark made An Wan burst out laughing.
“Xiaowei, I know you’re not a fan of me and Yan Chen, but he’s really a great guy. You’ll see that eventually.” An Wan placed both hands on Xiaowei’s shoulders, her eyes tinged with helplessness.
Why couldn’t Xiaowei just accept Yan Chen?
An Xiaowei: “…”
Yeah, real great—great at cheating on you.
Without the system, Yan Chen wouldn’t have had a chance with Li Jiaojiao, let alone the audacity to two-time like this.
“Fine, I get it. I approve of your relationship. Take me with you tomorrow, and I’ll even call him ‘brother-in-law.’” An Xiaowei flashed a sweet, innocent smile.
For some reason, An Wan shivered. There was something mischievous lurking behind that smile.
But Xiaowei wouldn’t have any ill intentions, right?
She was just a simple kid.
“Good, that’s a relief.”
Meanwhile, Yan Chen, scrolling through An Wan’s social media, cracked a faint grin.
“The villa—no, I mean, my wife’s back. System.” He’d been waiting for An Wan forever.
He was beyond excited.
Yan Chen studied his reflection. With An Wan gone, his looks had taken a nosedive—even the freckles he used to hide had resurfaced.
“System, what do I do? What if she notices during our date?”
He was terrified.
“Hah! Look at what you’ve been up to lately. Want to fix it? Fine, I’ll give you one last chance. Fail this mission, and you’re back to your original face.” The system snorted coldly.
To it, Yan Chen was just a tool for harvesting protagonist aura.
And where did that aura come from?
If the host was male, it had to be extracted from women blessed with luck, wealth, and beauty.
Turn them into lovestruck fools, and seducing them was child’s play.
Useless to others, but to the system, it was premium fuel.
Watching his freckles vanish, Yan Chen beamed.
“Thank you, System. You’re the best.”
“Remember that. Now do your job.” The system replied icily.
The next day, An Wan stepped out of the villa in a pink chiffon dress and immediately spotted Yan Chen waiting on his bicycle.
The moment he saw her, he flashed a suave smile.
“Wanwan, you’re finally back. I missed you so much.”
He pulled her into an embrace, relishing the soft warmth in his arms, his heart itching with desire.
I wonder how a superstar feels compared to Li Jiaojiao.
Clueless about his filthy thoughts, An Wan shyly pushed him away and gestured to An Xiaowei behind her.
“Xiaowei, come here. Say hello.”
An Xiaowei curled her lips slightly, mischief bubbling up.
“So, sis, should I call you ‘Second Sister’ now? Since you’re the second wife and all.”
Her innocent words froze An Wan’s expression.
What did that mean?
Second wife?!
Yan Chen’s smile nearly slipped.
“System, System—I forgot about this brat! What do I do?!” He could’ve strangled An Xiaowei right then.
He and An Wan were true love. This damn little sister always showed up at the worst times to ruin his mood.
“What second wife? Xiaowei, what are you talking about?” An Wan blinked, confused.
Her heart churned with suspicion. Seeing An Wan’s darkening expression, Yan Chen scrambled for an excuse.
“Xiaowei’s just joking. Last time, I took my little sister out and ran into her. I should’ve explained it properly.”
His explanation placated An Wan.
“Oh… okay. Let’s go, then.” She sighed in relief. With my looks, why would Yan Chen even glance at another girl?
Some girl must’ve been chasing him, that’s all.
“I’ll pass. I need to hit the library for research—got a paper to write.” An Xiaowei waved them off.
A bicycle? An Wan’s probably never ridden anything this shabby in her life.
“This is my first time on a bike!” An Wan wrapped her arms around Yan Chen’s waist, radiating bliss.
An Xiaowei: “…”
Love really makes people stupid. She’s forgotten her own car is practically bedazzled.
At least An Wan had the sense to wear a mask to hide her identity.
Standing alone, An Xiaowei pulled out her phone.
“Time to get to work. You might need to find a guy to catch a movie with today.”
Yan Chen was petty. If he was cheating on An Wan, then he deserved a taste of his own medicine.
An Xiaowei had only agreed to fulfill Li Jiaojiao’s wishes—not let Yan Chen have his way indefinitely.
But given his track record of post-marriage affairs, this was just par for the course.
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?"
iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.
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.”
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
