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: "…"
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】
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!
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."
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
