Just as An Xiaowei was still debating whether to rent a car, Ning Moqing's vehicle pulled up outside the villa gate.
"Xiaowei, I came back to grab something for Little Wan." Ning Moqing unlocked the door with her fingerprint and stepped inside, pausing when she saw Xiaowei fiddling with a bicycle.
"Are you heading out? Need a ride? I'm going to Peaceful Village—is that on your way?" Ning Moqing said as she walked in.
This time, she had sent her assistant, Little Li, to accompany her for filming. The weather at the set was terrible, so she had come to mail some clothes to An Wan.
An Xiaowei glanced at Ning Moqing’s Maserati.
This agent was ridiculously wealthy. And coincidentally, she was also heading to Peaceful Village.
What an ominous-sounding village name.
She quickly agreed.
"Sure."
With such a nice car, it’d be a shame not to stuff a bicycle in the trunk.
Luckily, this one was foldable.
By the time Ning Moqing came back out, An Xiaowei had already folded the bike.
"Do you really need to bring a bicycle everywhere? And why a Bluetooth speaker?" Ning Moqing was utterly baffled.
And what was with the helmet?
"You wouldn’t understand," An Xiaowei said, shoving a hundred-yuan bill into Ning Moqing’s hand.
Ning Moqing: "…"
Was she being hired as a chauffeur now?
Since when had her worth dropped to a hundred yuan?
An Xiaowei studied Ning Moqing’s unreadable expression and hesitated—had she overpaid?
So she took back the hundred and replaced it with some loose change, neatly handing Ning Moqing exactly 3.88 yuan.
Ning Moqing: (''-'')ノ)`-'')
Damn it, Xiaowei was definitely being cheeky on purpose.
"Fine, keep your pennies. Get your stuff and hop in. Where are you going? I’ll drop you off first." Ning Moqing was torn between amusement and exasperation.
"I’m also going to Peaceful Village. Just leave me at the village entrance."
Ning Moqing paused. Peaceful Village wasn’t developed yet—the entrance was quite far from the actual village.
Why stop there?
But she didn’t press further. The entire drive was filled with Xiaowei’s music playlist.
Which consisted entirely of Buddhist chants.
By the time they arrived, Ning Moqing felt like she was about to ascend to the heavens.
There was something off about Xiaowei, but she couldn’t quite put her finger on it.
At the entrance, Ning Moqing helped unload the bike and noticed Xiaowei still scrolling through her playlist.
"Call me if you need anything. I’m meeting a friend in Peaceful Village and mailing a package," Ning Moqing said before driving off, though not without some lingering concern.
Not long after, An Xiaowei spotted a car stalled on the road. A white-haired but energetic old man jumped out and kicked the multi-million-yuan vehicle.
Useless piece of junk.
He pulled out his phone and grabbed some shopping bags from the trunk. Before he could take two steps, a petite, delicate-looking girl pushing a bicycle approached him.
"Grandpa, need a ride?" An Xiaowei patted the rear seat.
"My biking skills are rock-solid. No worries."
Grandpa An eyed the tiny bike, then the girl who barely reached 1.6 meters.
This thing looked like it could topple any second.
"No, thanks, I—" Before he could finish, Yan Chen’s car rolled up beside them.
This was his latest reward from completing a mission. With his system, even taking a dump in the bathroom could earn him prizes.
So Yan Chen was as smug as ever.
He rolled down the window and glanced at the old man. That stalled car was expensive—this grandpa had to be loaded.
He definitely had a stunning granddaughter or niece who’d be hopelessly obsessed with him, just like in the novels.
But no. Yan Chen would make it clear—he only had eyes for An Wan.
A devoted man was far more attractive.
With that in mind, Yan Chen smiled warmly. "Uncle, car trouble? I’m heading into the village—need a lift?"
Grandpa An studied the car.
Not bad. Tempting.
But before he could lift a leg, An Xiaowei suddenly latched onto his arm, wailing dramatically, "Grandpa! Grandpa! Don’t you remember me? I’m An Yuhe from the Big Ming Lake!"
Grandpa An: "…"
Yan Chen: "…"
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What kind of lunatic is this host? Is there still hope for her?
Yan Chen hadn’t noticed the girl earlier, but now he recognized her—An Wan’s little sister. So her name was An Yuhe?
What a tacky name. Yet, inexplicably, he loved it.
So charming.
"Yuhe, little sister, your sister’s away filming. Why didn’t you tell me you were coming here? I could’ve driven you," Yan Chen said, tapping the steering wheel with a hint of pride.
An Xiaowei: ?
"I have a ride too. Come on, Grandpa! You promised—one day, you’d ride in my vehicle, whether it’s a kiddie car or a Rolls-Royce. You said you’d never judge!"
An Xiaowei was fully committed to the act, leaving Grandpa An deeply uncomfortable.
He’d never even been to Big Ming Lake.
Had the city hospital’s security failed? How did this clearly unwell girl escape?
He wanted to accept Yan Chen’s offer, but guilt gnawed at him.
This girl was probably neglected, driven to madness.
If his second granddaughter hadn’t gone missing, she’d be about this girl’s age now.
With a sigh, Grandpa An relented. "Alright, little girl. You’re sure you can handle this?"
"Absolutely! Trust me."
An Xiaowei took the bike for a quick spin to demonstrate. Convinced, Grandpa An reluctantly climbed on.
Yan Chen was floored. What kind of underhanded trick was this?
And why was the old man playing along?
As Grandpa An settled in, An Xiaowei turned and winked at Yan Chen.
"Happy early Head Seventh~"
Then she hit play on her music.
"Fold a paper crane, tie a red ribbon, wishing good folks luck every day~"
"Work hard for a sweet life, stay healthy in spring, toil a lifetime for smiles and cheer~"
The cheerful tune faded into the distance.
Yan Chen clutched his chest.
No, no—ambulance, ambulance!
It felt like An Xiaowei had just ripped away his first human cheat code.
The sheer agony of it overwhelmed him, and he passed out.
Some time later, a knock on the window startled him awake.
"Sir, are you—" Yan Chen sat up, only for a slip of paper to be tossed inside.
"Parking ticket. Who said you could stop here?"
Yan Chen: "…"
his freshman year, Su Bai accidentally bound the "Indulgence Tycoon System." 【Sleeping in? Reward: +$1,000】 【Spent $288 at a street barbecue stall? Cashback: +$2,880】 【Dropped $14,396 on in-game skins? Special reward unlocked: A brand-new Porsche Panamera!】 Luxury cars, penthouses, corporate shares, financial empires… College life was all about living freely and doing whatever he pleased! … When the adorably naive academic genius faced family medical bills and financial struggles, Su Bai waved his hand dismissively: "Your future is on me." "Wuwu~ Big Brother is so good to me! I’ll become a scientist to repay you!" When the genius girl got bullied by a shady professor? Su Bai casually dropped a billion-dollar investment, forcing the university to grovel and beg for her return. A company’s funding chain collapsing? Su Bai smirked—cash was the one thing he’d never run out of. Years later, when people traced the rise of the AI prodigy beauty, who was the man behind her success? Not just that—Su Bai also became the tsundere campus belle’s unattainable dream, the contrast senior’s daily necessity, and the beautiful counselor’s emotional anchor…
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
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."
to panic—he has a system. As long as an investment target dies, he can claim a reward. And since he is immortal, the one thing he has plenty of is time. ... Countless years later. “Immortal Emperor of Longevity? I invested in him.” “Supreme Celestial Venerable? I invested in him.” “Undying Empress? I invested in her.” “...” “Heh. Once they’ve all died, even the Heavenly Dao will have to kneel and call me Dad.”
