An Wan chatted while picking out an understated outfit—a fresh, youthful dress paired with a denim jacket, looking effortlessly vibrant and lovely.
Seeing that Xiaowei didn’t press further, An Wan sighed in relief and spent another hour meticulously crafting a "no-makeup" makeup look.
She absolutely had to leave a good impression on the person she liked.
Just the thought of his voice made her legs feel weak.
How could anyone’s voice be so mesmerizing?
It was unbelievable!
An Wan practically floated out the door in a lovesick daze.
"She’s showing some late-stage symptoms. Maybe we should just skip the rescue and bury her already," An Xiaowei remarked, tossing the takeout into the trash as she spoke to Si.
"But she’s a good person—at least to her little sister, An Xiaowei."
After divorcing Yan Chen, An Wan even raised a child alone, deliberately staying out of her newlywed sister’s life to avoid burdening her.
Otherwise, An Xiaowei wouldn’t have been willing to expend her soul’s energy to help her sister.
"Alright, I get it." An Xiaowei had little experience with romance and didn’t fully understand it.
Though she had picked up stray dogs and cats before—probably similar, right?
She grabbed her keys and hurried out. The white fluorescent panel on her system-issued navigator displayed two red dots, tracking the locations of the male and female leads.
"Yan Chen has the wild system’s halo and protagonist aura, making it easy for him to charm An Wan."
"So how do we kill him?" An Xiaowei sat in the taxi, watching the moving dots on the screen, already sharpening her metaphorical blades for the male lead.
A mutual crush?
If An Wan knew the guy had a pockmarked face, she wouldn’t be so thrilled.
Si choked on his words.
"Have you ever seen a novel where the male lead dies right at the start? Besides, this is modern society—murder isn’t exactly encouraged. And if An Wan found out, it’d tear you two apart."
Clearly, that wasn’t the outcome the original An Xiaowei would’ve wanted.
"What about the system? Can you destroy it?"
With Yan Chen’s protagonist aura and the system’s appearance upgrades, An Xiaowei figured the real problem was that damn system.
"I can destroy it, but sorry—this is a beginner’s mission. If you complete it without my help, the newbie rewards will be incredibly generous."
Si wanted to assist, but his hands were tied.
If the wild system died, the mission would end instantly—and then what would the readers even read? (Just kidding.)
"Fine, got it." An Xiaowei didn’t bother arguing further.
Soon, they arrived at the restaurant where the leads were meeting—more of a noodle joint, really.
Yan Chen, still a college senior, hadn’t yet fully benefited from the wild system’s enhancements.
All he had was his face and voice.
He didn’t even know his online crush was An Wan, a currently trending celebrity.
The system had sent him here, promising a seaside villa in the suburbs if he could steal a kiss from her.
When Yan Chen spotted the stunning beauty in a white mask, his eyes gleamed with infatuation, lingering on An Wan’s legs.
So slender, so long.
Perfect legs—they’d look even better in black stockings…
His imagination was already galloping across the grasslands of Inner Mongolia.
Meanwhile, An Wan gazed at the man in a simple white shirt and jeans.
Just as she’d imagined—clean, handsome, with a face rivaling any male celebrity’s, eyes like a sky full of stars.
And he was staring at her legs.
So bold!
It was both annoying and embarrassingly thrilling.
Her heart raced as she approached, only for Yan Chen to grab her hand.
His warm fingers brushed her knuckles, teasingly tracing a slow circle.
An Wan felt like she might faint.
So handsome!
This man knew exactly how to flirt.
His palm was so warm, enveloping hers completely.
Despite her inner swooning, An Wan only blushed to the tips of her ears, keeping her composure intact.
She had to leave a perfect impression on the man she adored.
Watching from the sidelines, An Xiaowei raised an eyebrow at An Wan’s near-catwalk strut.
"She’s got a serious case of delusion."
It was just hand-holding—was it really that big a deal?
And this noodle shop? An Wan hadn’t set foot in places like this since her child-star days at age ten.
"Hopeless. Time to prep the funeral band—I’ll be at the kids’ table." An Xiaowei was tempted to just walk out.
An Wan had worked with countless celebrities—Yan Chen’s looks were, at best, above average.
She’d even filmed kiss scenes with male gods who looked like they’d stepped out of a 3D model, yet she’d never acted this lovesick before.
And this Yan Chen had been ogling her legs from the moment he saw her. The old An Wan would’ve slapped him already.
The male lead’s halo was terrifyingly overpowered.
"I think there’s still hope," Si said just as a Maserati pulled up beside An Xiaowei.
The window rolled down, revealing a woman in a soft green dress, her dark hair cascading over her shoulders. Her delicate features held a timeless beauty—radiant as spring peaches, serene as autumn chrysanthemums, with dimples that caught the light like sunlit ripples.
"Xiaowei? What are you doing here? Where’s An Wan?" Ning Moqing asked with a playful smile.
"Just grabbing a bite. I’m starving," An Xiaowei replied, recognizing her instantly thanks to the system’s prompt.
"What a coincidence! I just left my parents’ place and was craving food too. Want Italian, Chinese, or maybe Japanese?"
Ning Moqing parked and stepped out, only to see An Xiaowei dart into the noodle shop.
She moved fast, but Ning Moqing still caught a glimpse of her retreating figure.
Why run? They’d known each other for years.
Inside, Ning Moqing spotted An Xiaowei at the second-to-last table.
A young couple sat nearby—the guy was decent, but the girl’s back looked oddly familiar.
An Wan rarely wore today’s outfit, so Ning Moqing didn’t recognize her at first.
She slid into the seat opposite An Xiaowei, about to speak, when Xiaowei raised a finger to her lips.
Shh—
Before Ning Moqing could react, she heard a voice she knew all too well.
"Um, my identity’s a bit sensitive. You probably know me—just call me Xiao Wan," An Wan murmured, though Ning Moqing heard every word.
No wonder Xiaowei was here.
But a place like this? An Wan hadn’t visited a noodle joint in over a decade.
Across from her, Yan Chen chuckled, his voice dropping into a teasing purr.
"Why aren’t you calling me hubby anymore?"
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
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."
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!
