Wang Mei was stunned for a moment, then said offhandedly, "Did you see that? Do you recognize it? It's a Maserati Quattroporte! That's the kind of car a successful man should be driving. I heard the base model alone costs over 5 million RMB. Fully loaded, it's over 6 million RMB!"
"That's 10 times more expensive than Chen Shaohui's Mercedes Benz!"
As she spoke, her eyebrows were filled with envy, and she thought to herself: If our Chen Shaohui could buy such a luxury car, how great would that be? I, his mother-in-law, could walk around the community with my chin held high!
Just as she was thinking this, the Maserati Quattroporte pulled up in front of the group, and unexpectedly came to a stop. Could it be someone they knew?
"Mom!"
Before they could figure out what was happening, the passenger door opened and Su Muqiu got out, calling out "Auntie Liu" to Liu Hongxiu, then rushed over and scooped up Su Xiaomeng in her arms.
"Muqiu???"
Everyone stared wide-eyed, completely dumbfounded.
My god!
After lunch, hadn't Su Muqiu left the community in Chen Shaohui's black Mercedes Benz to go shopping with Sun Ziyi? How could she now be getting out of a brand new Maserati?
"Muqiu, what's going on here..."
Before Liu Hongxiu could ask, Wang Mei couldn't help but blurt out the first thought that popped into her mind: Could Su Muqiu have already dumped that rapist and hooked up with some other rich guy's son?
It couldn't have happened that quickly, could it?
Sun Ziyi had finally found herself a boyfriend with money, and I was just about to show off. I was just about to strut around the community.
How can I show off now if you do this?
"Mom!"
Just as Su Muqiu was about to explain, the rear door suddenly opened and Sun Ziyi climbed out of the car. However, she didn't look too happy.
"Ziyi? You too..."
Wang Mei's face showed surprise as she seemed to realize something. Her eyes lit up and she exclaimed joyfully, "Did Shaohui really trade up to a new car?"
Thank god, it's just a false alarm!
This is fantastic!
So it turns out my prayers have been answered, and I can finally show off arrogantly. I can finally strut around the community!
"Mom, no..."
Sun Ziyi's expression grew even more unpleasant. She shook her head, wanting to deny it, but Wang Mei had already been blinded by the pleasant surprise she had imagined, losing all reason and refusing to listen.
"Shaohui! Shaohui! My dear nephew!"
In her excitement, she was beaming from ear to ear and even calling him "dear nephew". As she yelled, she rushed over to the Maserati's driver side door, wanting to properly compliment her wonderful nephew.
And gloat at Su Muqiu's family at the same time!
Sun Ziyi's expression changed drastically. She tried to stop Wang Mei but was a step too late.
The door opened and Wang Mei's smile froze on her face. Her eyes widened in shock, her outstretched hand halted in midair. Dumbstruck, she gaped at Xiao Zhan sitting in the driver's seat.
"You...you...you..."
It took over 10 seconds for Wang Mei to recover from the shock. Staring at Xiao Zhan, she asked, "Who are you?"
Xiao Zhan smiled faintly. "Auntie, sorry about that. My surname is Xiao, my name is Zhan. I'm Muqiu's husband and Su family's son-in-law. I'm not your dear nephew."
Having said that, he got out of the car and went to open the trunk.
"Mom, look at you!"
Sun Ziyi was utterly embarrassed. She hurried over and glared reproachfully at Wang Mei. She had looked down on Xiao Zhan earlier and been slapped in the face by him. She had felt irritated the whole drive back. And now Wang Mei had to make things worse by running up and calling him "dear nephew". The Su family was right here! How humiliating!
However, Sun Ziyi secretly glanced at Xiao Zhan's back and thought to herself, it would be great if he really was our family's dear nephew and my husband.
"This bag is yours, Ziyi."
Xiao Zhan opened the trunk, took out two large sacks and handed one to Sun Ziyi.
Sun Ziyi reached out to take it.
"What's in there?"
Wang Mei's face was dark as night. She looked contemptuously at the sack and said with distaste, "Filthy thing. Whatever you're giving, my Ziyi doesn't want it. I don't want Shaohui to misunderstand later!"
Don't want it?
Xiao Zhan looked at Sun Ziyi.
Sun Ziyi quickly said, "Mom! This bag is full of brand new clothes, dozens of them. Each piece costs nearly 10,000 RMB. Together they're worth tens of thousands!"
"Ah?!"
Wang Mei was shocked. As soon as she heard it was very valuable, she immediately bent down and hugged the sack, instantly reversing her attitude. Beaming, she said, "Shaohui bought all these for you? He really is the perfect nephew I picked out, very generous when spending money on you!"
She said it loudly on purpose and looked provocatively at Liu Hongxiu.
Meanwhile, Liu Hongxiu's face was ashen.
"My wife, this bag is yours."
Xiao Zhan carried the other sack over to Su Muqiu and stroked Su Xiaomeng's cheek. "Xiaomeng, there are some children's clothes in here, very pretty. Let's go home and change you into new clothes, okay?"
"Okay, okay! Thank you, uncle!"
Su Xiaomeng opened her arms to Xiao Zhan. "My teacher said when someone gives you a gift, you should also give them a gift back. That's called reciprocity. But I don't have anything nice to give you, so can I give you a hug instead? Is that okay?"
"Of course, that's perfect."
Xiao Zhan picked up Su Xiaomeng and hugged her. His chiseled face somehow softened into a gentle, tender expression. "For uncle, Xiaomeng's loving hug is the best gift in the world."
Su Xiaomeng said proudly, "Then from now on, no matter what you give me, I'll give you a hug back."
Xiao Zhan's heart melted.
He glanced at Su Muqiu by his side. To have such a wife and daughter, what more could a husband ask for?
On the contrary, Su Muqiu blushed prettily. Seeing this touching scene, she didn't know whether to feel happy or worried.
While Liu Hongxiu felt her heart sink to the bottom.
If this kept up, it would be dangerous.
"Hug my ass!"
Just at this tender moment, a grating voice suddenly yelled from behind them. Wang Mei had been overjoyed to receive clothes worth tens of thousands for free. But seeing Xiao Zhan take away the other sack to get all lovey-dovey with Su Muqiu and her daughter, she became unhappy.
In her eyes, these new clothes were bought by her dear nephew Chen Shaohui with real money. Very expensive. On what grounds could they silently take away a whole sack?
Tens of thousands of RMB, and they just took it like it was nothing?
How dare they!
Not only did they take it, they even started flaunting their love in front of her.
Shameless!
Of course she couldn't tolerate this.
So she strode over, reaching out to grab the sack from Xiao Zhan's hand, and humphed, "I don't care what Shaohui promised you, whether he gave you these clothes or not. I don't allow it!"
"You're not getting a single piece of these clothes!"
Her unreasonable behavior was like a shrew's.
"Mom!"
Sun Ziyi's face turned green. She hadn't hurried to explain the truth to Wang Mei because with so many people around, she was afraid Wang Mei would lose face when she found out.
But now it seemed that with Wang Mei's presumptuous attitude, it would be even more humiliating if she didn't speak up!
Left with no choice, she steeled herself and rushed over, pulling Wang Mei back forcefully. She yelled loudly, "Mom! Stop making trouble! These clothes weren't bought by Shaohui. Xiao Zhan bought them for Muqiu. Muqiu can't wear them all herself so she gave me a sack..."
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."
't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
