"You already knew I was joking, yet you still deliberately teased me," Little Wei muttered under her breath.
That was just how it was.
"I didn’t," Ji Cheng replied.
"I’m not that kind of humorous person."
Little Wei found the line oddly familiar—wasn’t that her own original line?
Whatever. Since Ji Cheng was her wife, there was no need to dwell on it.
"How about buying some ice cream before we leave?" Little Wei had a craving.
Unlike before, after becoming a deity, she no longer had to worry about things like periods. Now she could devour ice cream to her heart’s content.
"If you like it, then let’s buy some," Ji Cheng wasn’t particularly opposed to the idea.
"Let’s get a lot." Little Wei wasn’t someone easily satisfied.
Ji Cheng: "..."
"As long as you’re happy."
Ji Cheng didn’t know what else to say. She just felt that if things continued like this, Little Wei would soon become the only pig deity among all the livestock that had ascended to godhood.
Little Wei sneezed violently, rubbing her nose as she glared at Ji Cheng.
"Feels like someone’s bad-mouthing me. It must be Chi Mu. Next time he comes looking for us, you have to help me beat him up."
Ji Cheng agreed instantly. "Sure."
Even though she was the one secretly cursing Little Wei in her heart, beating up Chi Mu was a no-lose situation.
Worth executing.
"Oh, and that Gu Yu—he acts like my dad picked him up off the street. Usually so serious, but when it comes to roasting me, he never misses. We should teach him a lesson when we get the chance."
"Sure," Ji Cheng agreed again.
But she would never actually lay a hand on Gu Yu. At most, she’d scold him verbally.
After all, no one would seriously argue with a brat like Little Wei.
Not even a little loli.
Ji Cheng took Little Wei to a hotpot place near the company. The place was lively at night, with a great atmosphere. Ji Cheng booked a private room, finally giving their ears some peace.
Little Wei piled her plate high with ingredients, forcing Ji Cheng—who had originally planned to grab some herself—to stay seated.
If she took any more, they’d never finish it all.
They’d end up having to waddle out, and while Ji Cheng had grown up poor, she wasn’t about to let a meal reduce her to that state.
But the ingredients at Void Realm restaurants were all top-tier, cultivated in pocket dimensions with the densest spiritual energy. Most were supplied by Leap Void Corporation, each vegetable crisp and fresh.
"I think the best decision I ever made was meeting Ye Jin," Little Wei said, popping a cherry tomato into her mouth, her eyes crinkling with delight.
Ji Cheng smiled at her.
"Mhm."
Little Wei immediately realized her mistake.
"Wait, no—the best decision was meeting you." She mentally facepalmed.
Ugh, why did she keep saying such things? She sounded like some lovesick fool.
Ji Cheng: "?"
"I didn’t say I minded. I’m not that petty," Ji Cheng murmured, her eyes fixed on the boiling pot, unfazed.
If she were the jealous type, Little Wei would’ve driven her to an early grave decades ago.
"Oh, really?" Little Wei propped her chin on her hand, studying Ji Cheng across the table.
She didn’t buy it.
If this were just the usual Ji Cheng, maybe.
But "A-Si" had a memory like an elephant when it came to grudges.
So, Little Wei snatched Ji Cheng’s favorite tripe right off her chopsticks.
"I want this."
Ji Cheng felt Little Wei was testing her patience, but she handed it over anyway.
"Give me all of it, okay?" Little Wei pushed her luck.
Ji Cheng: "..."
She could see it now—Little Wei was deliberately provoking her.
"No," Ji Cheng refused flatly. "Don’t be greedy. I want some too."
Little Wei was about to plug her ears and chant "la la la" when Ji Cheng suddenly slid into her side of the booth, cornering her.
"You want to hog all the food and ruin my mood?"
Ji Cheng chuckled softly, her smile not reaching her eyes, sending a chill down Little Wei’s spine.
Whimper. Big sis is scary.
Before Ji Cheng could say another word, Little Wei leaned up and pecked her on the lips.
Ji Cheng froze.
Her brows furrowed as she instinctively pulled back.
"What was that for?"
Little Wei kept teasing and flirting with her, and Ji Cheng was losing her composure.
She really wanted to teach this reckless little brat a lesson.
Too bad they were in public.
But a small punishment was doable.
Ji Cheng pinched her thigh, and Little Wei’s leg went numb.
Nooo.
Fine, fine, she’d behave!
"Don’t resort to violence. That’s no fun," Little Wei whined.
That was just mean.
Ji Cheng: "..."
"If I don’t, will you ever listen to me?" Ji Cheng almost laughed.
This brat wouldn’t obey unless disciplined.
Little Wei pouted, sulking.
Whatever. She’d just eat quietly.
"Here, take it all." She meekly slid the tripe back to Ji Cheng’s plate.
But Ji Cheng stood up, took the plate, and set it in front of herself—right next to Little Wei.
Little Wei’s instincts screamed danger.
She had a bad feeling about this.
"I’ll eat here," Ji Cheng said, sitting down beside her.
Little Wei: "..."
She regretted everything. She never should’ve teased Ji Cheng. She was sorry, okay?!
"Could you, uh, maybe sit back over there? Please?" Little Wei was on the verge of tears.
Having Ji Cheng this close was way too much pressure.
"Hmm, I don’t think so," Ji Cheng said airily.
Little Wei: ?
Since when did Ji Cheng sound so smug?
Ugh, she wanted to punch something.
"Come on, if you move, we won’t be so cramped," Little Wei wheedled, her voice sugary sweet.
"Don’t bother whispering sweet nothings. It won’t work," Ji Cheng said, eyes downcast. If not for the fact she was eating, Little Wei would’ve thought she’d entered monk-like meditation.
Little Wei: ???
Fine. Whatever.
Wait—who was whispering sweet nothings?!
They weren’t even in bed! That phrasing made it sound so sketchy.
"I’ll just eat," Little Wei gave up arguing.
She might as well get a job with all this wasted effort.
Ji Cheng watched Little Wei’s frustrated pouting and couldn’t help but smile.
This girl was too adorable.
The meal ended awkwardly. Once they got home—Gu Shengsheng was staying at Gu Yu’s place since it was closer to the city center for school—only the two of them remained.
Little Wei tensed, but before she could react, Ji Cheng’s arms circled her waist.
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.
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?"
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.”
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."
