Though still of average short stature, Little Wei was a tender maiden nurtured by pristine mountains and clear waters—her delicate face so smooth it seemed one could pinch water from it, her lively eyes sparkling with mirth as she wore a soft goose-yellow dress.
She looked utterly charming.
"Miss, this gown suits you beautifully," the shopkeeper praised, having never before seen such an ethereal girl.
Yet despite this, Little Wei wasn’t fooled.
"Just this one. I won’t buy anything else."
The shopkeeper’s face fell, but he still accepted the loose silver from her hand.
This dress exhausted the money Mu Miao had given her, but Little Wei was thoroughly pleased.
Entering the tavern, a waiter hurried over, bowing obsequiously.
"Honored guest, would you prefer the main hall or a private room?"
"Third floor. That one." Little Wei pointed in a direction—she knew the male and female leads were there.
The soundproofing in these ancient private rooms was terrible, making it easy to eavesdrop on whatever the leads were up to.
The waiter’s smile bloomed like a flower as he eagerly led her upstairs.
"Honored guest, please order something. Our tavern is the finest in the capital. Do you prefer spicy or sweet flavors? I can recommend dishes accordingly."
Handing her something resembling a menu, Little Wei randomly picked a few items before finally being ushered into the private room.
The moment the waiter left, she heard a muffled, choked-back whimper.
Little Wei: "Ermmm…"
What the—?! This is supposed to be a proper novel!
Little Wei never expected this angsty romance pair to be so… adventurous.
She even caught Mo Yujun spouting some ridiculously edgy lines.
"This prince forbids you to look at that man. You belong to me."
"But… Eunuch Su is a eunuch!" Su Qingyun leaned weakly against the wall, biting her index finger, her eyes misty and her face flushed down to her jade-like neck.
This man was always so domineering, yet she loved him madly for it.
She bit her lower lip lightly as Mo Yujun, eyes burning red, forcibly turned her face toward him.
"Even a eunuch is unacceptable. This prince has already ordered the hand that touched you to be severed. Remember—every strand of your hair is mine. I’m driven mad with jealousy."
"Qingyun, I adore you."
The room was filled with their heated whispers, leaving Little Wei’s face numb from secondhand embarrassment.
"This novel is super popular," Si remarked.
Little Wei: "…Oh."
She wasn’t exactly thrilled.
Were the leads not afraid of being overheard? Or did they just… enjoy the thrill? This was way too much.
Su Qingyun’s voice lingered in her ears, but soon it quieted—only to resume minutes later.
Little Wei found it absurd but couldn’t quite articulate why.
After finishing her meal, she ordered desserts. The waiter, sharp-eyed, considered asking if she wanted to switch rooms but retreated upon seeing her sour expression.
Yet to Little Wei’s disbelief, even as night fell, the show wasn’t over.
"Just end me. I’m done," she lamented internally.
But she had a trick up her sleeve.
Little Wei bought a live, flapping rooster and hired someone skilled in qinggong to toss it into the leads’ room from the adjacent wall.
"AHHH—!"
A scream of terror.
Chaos ensued—clucking, crashing—before a livid Mo Yujun emerged, carrying a shaken Su Qingyun, and stormed out of the tavern.
Male leads in romance novels were undeniably handsome, and Mo Yujun was no exception—his cold, striking demeanor impossible to miss.
Little Wei wondered if this scare would leave him… functional.
Then again, probably.
He was the male lead, after all.
Su Qingyun, thoroughly frightened, sobbed tearfully in the carriage, pounding Mo Yujun’s chest with her dainty fists.
"You’re awful! I hate you! You’re the worst, wuuu…"
Meanwhile, the criers Little Wei had paid handsomely finally sprang into action.
"Old Feng, Old Feng! Have you heard? The Prime Minister’s family is to be executed tomorrow!"
"No way! The Prime Minister’s a good man! His son-in-law is Prince Qi—wasn’t the arrest just a formality?"
Su Qingyun, catching the word "Prime Minister," blinked through tear-glazed eyes.
"Yujun… what about my father?"
Mo Yujun grunted, pulling her close with a wicked smirk.
"Little Qingyun, you’re distracted. He’s my father-in-law—how could anything happen to him?"
"You’re terrible…!" Blushing furiously, she bit her lip and shot him a coquettish glance.
Instantly, the carriage’s atmosphere turned amorous again.
Little Wei, thinking she’d succeeded, smiled in satisfaction.
"She heard, right?"
Si hesitated.
"Think smaller. She heard… but not really."
Little Wei frowned as the carriage’s curtains fluttered wildly—despite the lack of wind. Realization struck.
No proper ancient noblewoman would wrestle with her husband like this, no matter how passionate.
"Ahem—'Husband, wuuu, I love you, nyaa~!'" Si suddenly mimicked in a singsong voice.
"You sound like a brothel madam," Little Wei deadpanned, exasperated.
This system was just adding fuel to the fire.
"Told you—this world’s plot isn’t that simple. This is the 'peak fluff' phase before the tragic backstory hits. Gotta hook readers, y’know?" Si explained, though even she found the plot ridiculous.
Little Wei nearly choked. So the rooster was wasted, the rumors ignored—all for nothing.
Fine. These two had officially earned her attention.
The carriage rattled past her.
"My prince, Qingyun adores you~"
Little Wei’s face darkened to charcoal. If not for the red lanterns lining the street, her complexion would’ve blended into the night.
"You okay? Maybe go buy spices first?"
This world had no curfew, and the capital thrived at night.
"Yeah. Need to return to the valley and plan properly."
Her expression was grim.
Just wait.
Granny Li’s beard—she’d never been so humiliated in her life.
She was seething.
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
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!
. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
