Yan Dongxu didn't know why Uncle De had such a solemn expression on his face when looking for him.
The two went out to the balcony. Uncle De handed him a black bank card.
"This is all I have left. Take it. Someone will send you the password after I die."
"After my son died, my wife was devastated and soon passed away. I don't have any other relatives either."
"I got into this business of no return thinking that having money would allow my family to live a good life."
"I didn't expect that in the end, all I had left was money. Life really likes to toy with people."
Yan Dongxu stared at the bank card, not knowing what to say for a moment.
This was the money Uncle De had desperately earned his whole life. He really couldn't handle the weight of it.
"I can't accept this money. I will take good care of Xinran. You should keep this money for your retirement," Yan Dongxu said earnestly.
"Hahaha, I quite like you, kid. You love money but aren't greedy. With 30 billion yuan in front of you, you still don't want it. You've got character," Uncle De said admiringly.
"Since that's the case, I'll arrange for the money to be donated after I die," Uncle De said appreciatively.
"Wait!" Yan Dongxu quickly grabbed Uncle De's hand as he was about to take back the card, and asked, "How much did you say was in here?"
"30 billion. What's wrong?"
Whoosh!
Yan Dongxu directly snatched the bank card and stuffed it in his pants pocket.
"Um, I think it's better to leave some money just in case. After all, Xinran loves money, she'll definitely be very happy with this," Yan Dongxu said.
Uncle De's eyelid twitched. He had just praised Yan Dongxu for not being greedy, yet as soon as the kid found out how much was in the card, he immediately slapped his face.
Those familiar with Yan Dongxu knew that he had been susceptible to flattery since he was a child.
Uncle De not only took Yan Xinran as a disciple, but also as a granddaughter. So he wanted to leave the money to her.
But suddenly Uncle De felt like this Yan Dongxu kid was unreliable. He felt a little unhappy giving away these 30 billion now.
After receiving the money, Yan Dongxu was very happy. His mood was sunny and he even started whistling.
Now when he looked at his sister, he found her even more pleasing to the eye.
Xu Lu told him the music producer had already contacted them and they could go to the recording studio anytime.
Since Yan Dongxu had nothing to do now, he took Xu Lu and drove to the studio.
The producers had been waiting there for a while. They were very enthusiastic, but didn't have high hopes for Yan Dongxu's musical level.
They had seen many internet celebrities like him who released songs after gaining some fame.
Hearing that Yan Dongxu had written the songs himself made them even more pessimistic.
"Let's get started. This is a song I dreamed. I'll hum the melody for you," Yan Dongxu said.
The producers who were initially dismissive were stunned after listening.
What was this? It was simply a masterpiece.
They were confident that after producing this song, it would crush the songs of current internet celebrities and let the current music scene know what real music is.
They worked late into the night, with a tired looking Yan Dongxu pointing out areas that needed improvement.
The producers seemed injected with chicken blood, drinking coffee to stay alert.
As the song improved, the observing Xu Lu was very shocked.
"I didn't expect you to be so talented," she said.
"There's a lot about me you don't expect. I'm not an ordinary person," Yan Dongxu said smugly.
"Alright, let's leave the rest to them. Shall we go back first?" Xu Lu suggested.
It wasn't possible to complete a song in a day or two, especially with such perfectionism.
"Okay, let's go back first," Yan Dongxu agreed.
After saying goodbye to the producers, Yan Dongxu returned home.
As soon as he entered, he heard the crying voice of Yan Xinran.
The little girl was crying her eyes out, looking very pitiful.
After asking around, Yan Dongxu finally understood that Uncle De was teaching Yan Xinran about traditional culture.
He had the young Xinran who hadn't even gone to kindergarten recite ancient poems and classical Chinese, frying the little girl's "CPU".
She didn't even recognize the characters, but had to repeat after Uncle De sentence by sentence as he recited. After a few repetitions, she had to recite it from memory.
If she couldn't remember, Uncle De would take away Xinran's popsicles and cakes, leaving the child completely devastated.
"Uncle De, isn't this a bit too advanced for what you're teaching her?"
"I thought you were training her physically. How did you move on to cultural imparting?" Yan Dongxu pleaded for his sister.
"What do you know? There's a saying, learn morals before martial arts. I must first set her thinking right," Uncle De said.
"There is much essence in traditional culture that is worth learning. It will benefit her to be immersed in it from a young age."
"Even if she doesn't understand now, it will be an epiphany when she grows up," Uncle De insisted.
Yan Dongxu couldn't do anything to help his sister.
Dinner was casual, with the two great beauties Zhao Qingqing and Xu Lu cooking, sending the maid who usually cooked home.
After the hearty meal, Yan Dongxu returned to his room to practice breathing exercises.
Life seemed to be returning to normal.
That night, he didn't enter into enlightenment. After practicing for a few hours, he took a shower and went to bed.
In the morning, Yan Dongxu, who was still sleeping, felt a trace of warmth on his face.
He jerked awake to find a strange woman lying next to him kissing his face.
He pushed her away forcibly, wondering what was going on!
Someone who played with falcons had been pecked in the eye today.
The woman looked innocent, with long, shiny black hair. Her figure was perfect.
The only thing he couldn't get used to was the small cat tattoo on her right upper arm, which somewhat ruined her overall beauty and temperament.
"What? After all those gifts I sent you, I can't even collect a little interest?" the woman said with a wicked smile.
"Hm?"
Yan Dongxu was startled for a moment, realizing the beauty in front of him was probably a fan who had sent him many gifts.
"You are..." He suddenly thought of someone, but wasn't sure.
"I'm your sister! I often send you gifts. Don't you remember?" The woman leaned in again with a wicked smile.
"My sister? Often sends gifts? Could you be Sister Kitty?" Yan Dongxu said in astonishment.
"Hmph, guess you figured it out," she said.
"You're so good looking!"
"What? Did you imagine I wasn't good looking?"
"No..."
Before Yan Dongxu could finish speaking, Sister Kitty assaulted him again aggressively.
This was his first time encountering someone so proactive. He was a little overwhelmed at first.
But he was experienced. He quickly turned from defense to offense.
Soon, he had Sister Kitty under control.
"I was wrong, okay?" Sister Kitty pleaded for mercy.
"Now you admit you're wrong? Let's see if you dare provoke me again," Yan Dongxu said, using his spatial ability to seal off the entire room so no sound could escape.
Sister Kitty play fought with him, but was no match at all.
"Help!"
"Help!"
"Rest assured, no one can save you! Do you admit you were wrong?"
"I do! I do! Bullying a little girl like that, humph!"
"Alright, I won't bully you. Bullying others is fine right? Though it seems you've had some martial arts training, you bruised my arm. " Yan Dongxu lit a cigarette and leaned against the headboard to ask.
"I practiced some jiu-jitsu, and only used a little bit on you. I was going easy on you!" Miaomiao Sister pouted.
"You look so delicate, why did you get a tattoo, and of a cat's head no less? Half the face is normal and half is a cat skull, so scary," Yan Dongxu asked while smoking.
"This was my cat that I raised growing up. It accompanied me for over ten years before passing away two years ago. I got this tattoo in memorial," Sister Kitty said gently.
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
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.
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.
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.
