(This section begins with the story of the male lead and the two female leads during those two years. Originally, I wanted to write about Mo Qingqing, but I feel like I need to think more about her character.)
"So, how did we end up meeting you in the first place?"
Luo Shiya gently traced her fingers across the face of Mo Xuan, who lay sleeping beside her. It had been almost half a year since they left the country, and their family had already adapted to life abroad.
For them, it seemed as though nothing had really changed—it was just a different environment.
The only difference was waking up every day, opening the door to the sight of the sea and the sound of seagulls calling.
Late at night, when everything was quiet, they could still hear the sound of the waves.
Luo Shiya slowly got up and looked out the window at the moonlight. She vaguely remembered that day—it seemed to be Luo Muqi's 12th birthday. The two sisters had been sent to the old mansion, and they knew something had happened in the Luo family. They also knew that their parents wouldn't have hidden them there unless it was absolutely necessary. They couldn't even go to school; instead, trusted tutors were hired to teach them at home.
On that day, her sister's birthday, Luo Sheng and Shen Qingyun, who had promised to find a way to come and celebrate with them, ultimately didn't show up.
"It's okay. I know Mom and Dad are busy. It can't be helped," Luo Muqi said with a smile as she looked at Uncle Zheng. But Luo Shiya knew her sister still cared deeply.
Being born into the Luo family was both a blessing and a curse for the sisters. They had endless wealth, a prestigious family background, and access to the best resources.
But it also meant they couldn't live like ordinary children.
Luo Shiya remembered one time when she was in middle school. She happened to see a girl around her age at school, who was surprised to see her mother picking her up after class.
"Mom, you're so busy with work. How do you have time to come get me?"
"No matter how busy I am, I'll always find a way if I miss my daughter."
Watching this scene, Luo Shiya couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness. Being a wealthy heiress, a princess of a powerful family—these glamorous titles felt cold and distant.
It was the same with her relationship with her parents. Luo Sheng and Shen Qingyun could give her and Luo Muqi anything they wanted, and it would always be the best.
But when it came to spending time with them, their parents were the most stingy.
Luo Sheng was always busy, and Shen Qingyun, despite her strained relationship with the Shen family, had her own businesses to manage in the Capital. On top of that, she was always preoccupied with Luo Sheng.
For Luo Shiya and Luo Muqi, even seeing their parents was often a challenge.
"Really? Your family is so rich. You can have anything you want. Why would you care about something like that?"
When Luo Shiya confided in her classmates about this, the responses were all eerily similar.
It was as if everyone thought she was being overly dramatic—complaining about something trivial when she already had everything.
"Isn't that just being spoiled?"
"Seriously, with the Luo family's status, she's still upset that her parents don't spend time with her?"
Other classmates, afraid of offending the Luo family, only dared to whisper behind her back. But as the saying goes, walls have ears. After hearing these remarks, Luo Shiya never shared her feelings with anyone again.
"Shiya and Muqi are so well-behaved. They matured early, unlike other children."
One time, while passing by the living room, Luo Shiya overheard Shen Qingyun chatting with some socialites. That casual remark left a bitter taste in Luo Shiya's heart.
Wasn't their maturity forced upon them by their parents, Luo Sheng and Shen Qingyun?
Luo Shiya couldn't remember how many times their parents had missed their birthdays. Unlike her, Luo Muqi used to cry, throw tantrums, and even destroy her gifts.
But gradually, Luo Muqi became just like Luo Shiya—less about being mature and more about resigning herself to the situation.
"You can't have both emotional connection and material wealth. As daughters of the Luo family, you need to understand this sooner rather than later."
This was something Shen Qingyun often told them. But to the sisters, it felt like their mother was simply prioritizing their father over them.
From a young age, the sisters knew one thing: their parents loved them, but they loved each other more.
Every time Luo Shiya thought about this, she couldn't help but laugh bitterly. After all, she didn't have the right to blame her mother now. Compared to her mother, she and her sister had done something even worse.
On Luo Muqi's birthday that day, she had put on a beautiful princess dress. Luo Shiya teased her, "It's not like we're going to a party with Mom and Dad. Why are you dressing up so much?"
"Come on, sis, it's my birthday!"
In truth, Luo Muqi knew their parents were supposed to come. Despite the sensitive timing, the fact that they still remembered her birthday made her incredibly happy.
But as usual, the only ones who ended up celebrating with them were Uncle Zheng and the servants.
When she saw the cake on the table—a cake Luo Sheng had specially sent, her favorite—Luo Muqi suddenly lost her appetite. She just looked at Luo Shiya and said, "Sis, since it's my birthday, can I go out for a walk?"
Luo Shiya didn't answer immediately. Instead, she glanced at Uncle Zheng, seeking his approval.
"You can go nearby, but you have to come back soon."
Uncle Zheng sighed helplessly. Having watched them grow up, he couldn't bear to disappoint Luo Muqi on her birthday.
Besides, it was just a short walk. What could possibly go wrong?
"You never ask to go out. What's going on today?"
As soon as they stepped outside, Luo Shiya held Luo Muqi's hand and asked softly. Luo Muqi shook her head and replied in a subdued voice, "I don't know. I just feel like going out..."
Luo Shiya smiled wryly. Luo Sheng had chosen this location precisely because it was secluded, with mostly elderly residents, making it quiet and peaceful.
Luo Muqi knew her parents' instructions: unless necessary, they weren't supposed to leave the house. But today, she just wanted to go out.
Ever since they moved here, their days had been filled with nothing but tutors and the unfamiliar scenery outside the window.
This suffocating feeling wasn't just hard for 12-year-old Luo Muqi—even Luo Shiya was starting to feel a strong sense of resistance.
But what could they do? The Luo family was in trouble, and as daughters of the family, they had to follow their parents' arrangements.
Sometimes, even when they knew it wasn't wrong and that it was unavoidable, the feeling was still unbearable. It was like a knot in their chests, impossible to untangle no matter what they did.
Luo Shiya held Luo Muqi's hand as they walked aimlessly, eventually stopping under a large tree. While Luo Shiya was lost in thought, Luo Muqi's attention was drawn elsewhere.
"Why is that person sitting there reading?"
Hearing Luo Muqi's words, Luo Shiya curiously looked up. There, sitting on a tree branch, was a boy with a novel resting on his bent legs. His right hand flipped the pages, while his left hand held a melon he was eating with great relish.
The boy had a handsome face, framed by a pair of oversized glasses. Sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting dappled shadows on him. His focus was entirely on the book, as if nothing else in the world mattered.
Luo Shiya and Luo Muqi stared at him, momentarily entranced. Sensing their gaze, the boy turned and looked down at them—a stunningly beautiful girl holding hands with a cute girl in a princess dress, both staring up at him curiously.
When their eyes met, the boy's face flushed red. Embarrassed, he quickly looked away.
"Mo Xuan, your grandma's calling you!" Aunt Zhang's voice rang out from a distance. "She wants you to buy some groceries and bring back some salt!"
"Okay, I got it!"
Mo Xuan responded, still holding the melon in his mouth. He closed the book, grabbed the branch, and nimbly climbed down from the tree, landing right in front of the sisters.
When their eyes met again, Mo Xuan was so flustered that the melon fell from his mouth and dropped to the ground.
Luo Shiya and Luo Muqi, who had been expressionless until then, couldn't help but giggle at the sight. Mo Xuan scratched his head awkwardly, gave a sheepish grin, and then ran off with his book...
Sitting by the window now, Luo Shiya looked at the still-sleeping Mo Xuan and couldn't help but chuckle.
Looking back, none of them—her, her sister, or him—could have imagined that their future would turn out like this...
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
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!
e school belle recognized by the whole school, a genius girl from the kendo club. She also has a hidden identity, the youngest legendary demon hunter. Chen Shuo just transmigrated and found himself turned into a weak, helpless little vampire. He was caught by Su Xiyen and taken home at the very beginning. Since then, Chen Shuo's life creed only had two items. "First, classmate Su Xiyen is always right." "Second, if classmate Su Xiyen is wrong, please refer back to item one." Many years later, Chen Shuo, who had turned back into a human, led a pair of twins to appear in front of all the vampires to share the secret of how he turned back into a human. "It's simple, I tricked a female demon hunter into becoming my wife!"
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.
