Which man doesn’t enjoy a little cheating on the side?
An Xiaowei could understand it all, but she was firmly on the side of the An sisters, which meant she was destined to clash with Yan Chen in this lifetime.
Oh wait—no, just in this world.
"Huh? Master, are you serious?" Li Jiaojiao was utterly baffled.
"Men are possessive. If you don’t shove the green hat right onto his head, he won’t panic," An Xiaowei’s explanation was brutally effective.
Li Jiaojiao fell silent.
Of course, she wanted to be with Yan Chen—after all, she was a traditional woman. The fact that Yan Chen refused to take responsibility was enough to make her want to grab a knife and slash him.
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Beast!
Yan Chen was nothing but a beast!
"Fine, Master, I’ll listen to you. Where should I go?" Though she had no idea how her master knew Yan Chen’s whereabouts, the mere thought that Yan Chen didn’t truly care about her made Li Jiaojiao’s heart ache.
But if she was going out, this face of hers definitely wouldn’t do.
Still, she steeled herself and stepped out. Yan Chen was waiting for her in the restroom.
So what if he was a big celebrity? He used to have her wrapped around his finger—wouldn’t that always be the case?
The two had picked a romantic movie. An Xiaowei sneaked into a seat behind her sister and saw Li Jiaojiao sitting next to Yan Chen with her fake boyfriend in tow.
"Fine, you doubt me? I’ll die just to prove you wrong."
Who gave Li Jiaojiao the audacity?
An Xiaowei slipped on her sunglasses, her two big curly pigtails draped over her shoulders, her crimson lips curling into a mischievous smirk.
Whose side she was on—wasn’t that obvious?
As for Li Jiaojiao, well, since she knew how to please him, Yan Chen figured keeping her as an underground lover wouldn’t be so bad.
Sure, he was her boyfriend—but only a fake one.
E-girl aesthetic, pink-themed.
"Here, this candy’s amazing. Try it." Li Jiaojiao held out the candy, pressing it to the guy’s lips.
An Xiaowei was quite pleased with her outfit—a black hoodie and fuzzy pants—as she stepped out of the house.
"Anyway, it’s not like you like me."
Yan Chen turned his head away.
An Xiaowei: "…"
Did Yan Chen see her as nothing more than a disposable toy?
An Xiaowei asked An Wan where they were going, since the two had already booked movie tickets.
One glance at the details, and she was stunned.
How dare he treat her like this?
The uncontrollable fury nearly burned away Yan Chen’s rationality—he even forgot about An Wan for a moment.
At that thought, Yan Chen took a deep breath, stood up, and turned to gently ruffle An Wan’s hair.
"So? My makeup skills are pretty good now, right?"
An Wan nodded obediently.
She couldn’t quite figure out what Yan Chen was thinking.
Luckily, even though she hadn’t learned much from Xu Ya, identifying cosmetics was now a piece of cake.
Humming a tune, An Xiaowei plopped a pair of cat-ear Bluetooth headphones onto her head.
To keep an eye on the main couple, she deliberately chose a seat slightly further back.
When Li Jiaojiao received the message, she froze. Before she could reply, two words appeared on her screen:
"Go ahead."
Still in the women’s restroom, where no one else was around, Li Jiaojiao cautiously pulled open the stall door—only to be yanked inside by Yan Chen before she could react.
By now, Li Jiaojiao was fully immersed in her role, tears dripping dramatically.
For Li Jiaojiao, finding a guy to play her fake boyfriend was no big deal. After all, being the male lead’s devoted follower in a male-centric novel still made her a high-quality simp.
"Not bad," Si muttered, unsure how else to respond to An Xiaowei’s antics.
An Xiaowei tidied up, even digging out the original An Xiaowei’s makeup stash to ensure An Wan wouldn’t recognize her.
Though Yan Chen sat beside An Wan, his gaze kept drifting toward Li Jiaojiao.
And Li Jiaojiao, ever the quick learner, had chosen the seat right next to him.
My man’s so domineering—I love it.
Yan Chen’s expression softened, but the moment they left the theater, his face darkened. He quickly sent Li Jiaojiao a text.
Si didn’t say another word, but An Xiaowei could swear she was laughing.
What’s so funny?
Does my face look like a joke to you?
An Xiaowei studied her reflection—delicate, pretty. Definitely not funny-looking.
This was about close-range provocation. Her disciple was devious, but An Xiaowei loved it.
Li Jiaojiao swiftly picked a guy from her contacts to play her fake boyfriend.
Now, he’d made up his mind—he wanted both.
An Xiaowei couldn’t care less. She was her family’s little treasure, and this kind of treatment was unacceptable.
"I didn’t say anything earlier."
Yan Chen’s male ego and jealousy were fueling his rage.
"Can you even do makeup?" Si blurted out, puzzled.
"Jiaojiao, I really do like you. Who said I didn’t? I love you, Jiaojiao. Let’s be together." Yan Chen gripped her hand, his voice low and tender.
An Wan was too busy with her date to type, so she just sent a screenshot—complete with location details.
The original An Xiaowei’s makeup collection could fill entire cabinets.
She’d ordered it all just days ago.
"Nope," Si quickly said.
"You’ve got some nerve, trying to cuckold me? Don’t forget whose woman you are."
Li Jiaojiao clutched her phone, uneasy.
Once An Xiaowei finished her makeup, Si took one look at her heavily painted face and couldn’t help but ask, "Who even are you?"
An Xiaowei glanced at her phone and sent the location to Li Jiaojiao.
Hopping onto her beloved foldable bike, An Xiaowei hummed as she rode to the roadside, locked it up, and hailed a cab to the cinema.
Right now, all he wanted was to drag Li Jiaojiao home and punish her thoroughly.
He’d only made the same mistake any man would—so Yan Chen felt zero guilt.
After everything that had happened…
"Wanwan, I’ll step out for a bit."
Si: "…Em."
"Need me to hook you up with some rat poison?"
She wasn’t stupid. Yan Chen’s sweet talk thrilled her, but something about it felt off.
"Huh? What’s that supposed to mean? Doubting me?" An Xiaowei couldn’t handle this version of Si.
Like this, not even a dog would recognize her.
Li Jiaojiao played her role with convincing intimacy.
The girl who’d been soft and tender in his arms just days ago was now cozying up to another guy.
If An Wan were here, she’d probably be blushing and heart racing.
"I don’t believe it. I don’t! Then what was that girl just now? I don’t buy it."
But Li Jiaojiao was too lost in her act to overthink it. She lowered her eyes, feigning sadness.
It was as if… he’d said the same things to others before.
Sure, she was a simp—but even simps had dignity. She didn’t want to be a backup; she wanted to be Simp No. 1.
"Her? Just a fling. You’re different. With her, it’s nothing. She’s nowhere near as sweet as you."
"Jiaojiao, I want… you."
Yan Chen inhaled her delicate fragrance, recalling that unforgettable night, and lost control.
ts me of treason?" "Correct. The host must return to the capital and gradually build up influence." "Wait—I have half a million soldiers, and you want me to go back to the capital to 'build influence'?" "Host, you are currently the Northern Garrison General, loyal to the Great Xia Dynasty." "Of course I am loyal to Great Xia! Absolutely loyal!" "But you keep referring to yourself as 'We'..." "Never mind the details! Summon all the regional commanders and military officers! We suspect treacherous officials are manipulating the court! They shall march with Us to the capital and purge the corrupt!" "......"
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.
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
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."
