A big celebrity calling him "husband"—just the thought of it was enough to send Yan Chen into euphoria. Countless people fantasized about the star right in front of them, but who would’ve guessed that Yan Chen was the real winner in life? The system really knew what it was doing.
If his online gaming partner hadn’t been a V10 player with such a pleasant voice, Yan Chen would never have agreed to meet in person. And when An Wan heard Yan Chen’s smooth, flirtatious tone, her heart raced like a rabbit’s. A rosy blush spread across her cheeks.
Was this inappropriate? But if she didn’t call him that, would Yan Chen get upset?
Might as well go for it.
"Husband~" Her voice was sweet and delicate, dripping with affection.
Yan Chen was thoroughly pleased—even aroused. As expected of a superstar, with her flawless figure and honeyed voice. Absolutely smitten.
Meanwhile, Ning Moqing’s face darkened like the bottom of a scorched pot.
An Wan, the celebrity her father and she had painstakingly promoted, the woman countless elites and A-list male stars couldn’t even glance at, was now in some dingy noodle shop calling a man in cheap jeans and a discount shirt "husband"?
Ning Moqing was so furious she nearly flipped the table.
"Your noodles," the waiter said, placing the bowls in front of them. The greasy vegetables and minced meat floating on top made Ning Moqing’s stomach churn.
"Adding some minced garlic makes it taste better," An Xiaowei remarked calmly.
Best to get used to it.
Know thy enemy—that was the key to victory. She needed to figure out what kind of person this male lead was before deciding how to deal with him.
Ning Moqing was about to storm off when An Xiaowei grabbed her hand. Her fingers were cool, slightly easing Ning Moqing’s rage.
"Don’t rush. Observe first," An Xiaowei typed on her phone, urging patience.
Grudgingly, Ning Moqing buried herself in her noodles. The oiliness of the food, combined with the nauseating sweetness between An Wan and Yan Chen, made her feel like she was drowning in grease.
As the couple finally stood to leave, An Xiaowei quickly pulled Ning Moqing outside. They hid in the car, watching the pair through the window.
Meanwhile, Yan Chen was busy scheming how to trick the celebrity into kissing him.
Beachfront villa… beachfront villa…
Just as he was lost in thought, his phone rang. An Wan perked up her ears as he answered.
"Chen, I’m so hungry today, and my stomach hurts. Can you bring me something to eat?"
A girl’s voice—soft and coquettish.
An Wan’s heart soured with jealousy, though it made sense. Someone as amazing as Yan Chen—handsome, skilled at gaming—was bound to attract attention.
Noticing her stare, Yan Chen instinctively explained, "That’s just my childhood friend."
Sure, the childhood friend came from money, but An Wan was a superstar. Yan Chen knew which one mattered more. Besides, that so-called friend had looked down on him before. Now that he was hot, she came crawling back.
Women. Hmph.
So there was another girl. An Wan bit her lip as Yan Chen hung up.
"Is she pretty?"
"Average," Yan Chen replied. He wasn’t naturally smooth—all his charming lines came straight from the system.
An Wan studied his thin lips. Surely no one had kissed them yet.
Now that he had her as his girlfriend, he shouldn’t be flirting around.
The jealousy burned. She needed to mark her territory.
Rising onto her toes, An Wan leaned in—
Yan Chen’s eyes widened.
Here it comes!
The beachfront villa was within reach, delivered by a star who couldn’t resist him.
He closed his eyes, waiting for the soft press of her lips—
But nothing came.
When he opened them again, a cold-faced girl was pulling An Wan away.
An Wan froze, mortified.
Had her little sister just seen everything?
"Big Sis Ning needs you. She’s in the car," An Xiaowei said, pointing to the vehicle where Ning Moqing’s head peeked out from the window.
Flustered, An Wan threw Yan Chen a quick goodbye, slapped on her mask, and hurried into the car.
Damn it! Why were Xiaowei and Ning Moqing here?
Yan Chen’s heart sank. The beachfront villa was gone. Worse, the system’s task had a time limit. If he didn’t complete it within three hours, he’d face an electric shock punishment.
Glaring at the little girl who ruined his plans, he forced a charming smile.
"Hi, I’m Yan Chen."
He extended his hand. An Wan’s sister seemed young and naive. With his charisma, she’d surely fall for him too.
Ever since the system chose him, it had always been this way. Girls on the street swooned at the sight of him. He loved the admiration—what man didn’t? But he was loyal. His heart belonged to An Wan.
"Mm. Got it," An Xiaowei said flatly.
Then she suddenly pulled out her phone. "Add me on WeChat?"
Holy—
Was An Wan’s little sister into him?
Yan Chen’s mind raced, but no—he could only love one person in this lifetime.
This cute girl would have to settle for calling him "brother-in-law."
Though if she wanted to act spoiled, he wouldn’t mind.
Snapping back to reality, he met An Xiaowei’s gaze—icy, penetrating, as if she could see right through him.
An Xiaowei had once been a man. She understood men like Yan Chen all too well.
Most were just losers, but Yan Chen? He had been chosen by the system.
Studying him, she suddenly noticed a golden halo glowing above his head.
The protagonist’s aura?
It was so bright it nearly blinded her.
"This is my WeChat. I’ve liked An Wan for a long time. If you ever need help with anything, just reach out. I’ll take care of it."
With the system backing him, Yan Chen’s tone carried an unshakable confidence.
If he’d known his online crush was a superstar, he would’ve borrowed money for a high-end restaurant.
But the system had only been with him for a few days. The money from his gaming streams wasn’t withdrawable yet.
"Sure," An Xiaowei replied with a hollow smile.
She knew she had just sabotaged Yan Chen’s mission.
But if he succeeded, the original An Xiaowei’s soul wouldn’t be satisfied.
A-Si had told her—the higher the task completion, the more soul-light An Xiaowei might provide.
So she had to crush this romance before it even began.
Without another word, An Xiaowei turned and got into Ning Moqing’s car, where An Wan was already arguing furiously.
"How am I being delusional? Ning Moqing, you know me! I don’t like those fake industry people with their plastic faces. Yan Chen is different—handsome, deep. I love him!"
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
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.
ither go to a cultivation world where a single sword strike can defeat ten thousand enemies. Or they travel back to historical dynasties to alter history and wield imperial power. At the very least, they'd go back a few decades to get rich using their future knowledge and build a harem. Who the hell would transmigrate here!
reezy rom-com) Good news: Jiang Liu is quite the ladies' man. Bad news: He’s lost his memory. Lying in a hospital bed, Jiang Liu listens to a parade of goddesses spouting "absurd claims," feeling like the world is one giant game of Werewolf. "Jiang Liu, I’m your first love." "Jiang Liu, you’re my boyfriend—she’s your ex." "Jiang Liu, we’re close friends who’ve shared a bed, remember?" "Jiang Liu, I want to have your baby." The now-lucid Jiang Liu is convinced this must be some elaborate scam... until someone drops the bombshell: "The day before you lost your memory, you confessed your feelings—and got into a relationship." Jiang Liu is utterly baffled. So... who the hell is his actual girlfriend?! ... Before recovering his memories, Jiang Liu must navigate this minefield of lies and sincerity, fighting to protect himself from these women’s schemes. But things spiral even further out of control as more people show up at his doorstep—each with increasingly unhinged antics. On the bright side, the memories he lost due to overwhelming trauma seem to be resurfacing. Great news, right? So why are they all panicking now?
