Jiang Che spent the entire weekend in idleness.
"Ah, the house is still lacking some servants," Jiang Che sighed softly, once again recalling the villainous choices triggered by the system earlier.
One of the options was to help Wang Yanran's family overcome their difficulties.
The reward for choosing this option was a super butler team, which included top-tier chefs and gardeners. This was quite tempting for Jiang Che.
"Get up!" Jiang Che woke up Dong'er and Yu Wan'er.
Dong'er was fine, as she was already awake.
But Yu Wan'er, who was forcibly awakened, was in a foul mood, her hair sticking up in frustration!
She wasn't awake—not at all!
"I want to sleep—" she flailed like a cat scratching at the air.
Jiang Che, however, quite enjoyed seeing Yu Wan'er in such a lively state.
"You smelly loser, your head is always filled with nothing but dirty thoughts!!!"
But Young Master Jiang silenced her with just one sentence.
"I saved your mom!"
Poor Yu Wan'er was immediately left speechless. Ever since Jiang Che saved her mother, he had used this line to manipulate her countless times. It was even more terrifying than moral blackmail!
Amid the commotion, the other girls also woke up.
Some brushed their teeth, others ate breakfast.
Everyone was in a good mood, except for Yu Wan'er, who was sulking alone.
"Wan'er, don't be mad! Jiang Che didn't mean it!" Ye Mengyao took Yu Wan'er's hand and tried to comfort her little friend.
Yu Wan'er glanced at Ye Mengyao.
Her beloved Yaoyao-jie had already been brainwashed by that scoundrel Jiang Che.
In the past, Yaoyao-jie wasn't like this—she was such a proud girl!
But now... Miss Ye's pride seemed to have vanished, at least in front of Jiang Che... Ye Mengyao had willingly let go of all her pride.
"Yaoyao-jie, I'm not mad!"
Qin Qiaoqiao also came over, gently ruffling the little girl's hair. "You say you're not mad? We're all sisters now!"
Once again, Yu Wan'er became the center of attention!
......
At the Wang household.
Wang Yanran had been feeling quite troubled lately because her father was facing nearly a decade in prison.
"Dad, someone is definitely framing you. It must be Deputy Director Qi Lv! He's been targeting you openly and behind the scenes..."
Wang Yanran looked at Wang Laiyun, who had been dismissed and was under investigation, her nose tingling with sadness.
Beside her, Wang Yanran's mother, Yang Xiu, was also filled with worry.
"It's alright. Being in the political arena is like walking on thin ice. One misstep, and you could fall into an abyss!"
Wang Laiyun's face showed a hint of helplessness. He knew he was being wronged, but there was nothing he could do about it!
Yang Xiu's face was full of guilt. "Lao Wang, it's all my fault. If I hadn't accepted that painting, you wouldn't have been caught in this mess."
She was filled with regret. Being poorly educated, she had accepted the painting without realizing it was a trap.
"Wife, it's okay."
At this point, Wang Laiyun had no other options. Someone was determined to bring him down, and it wasn't just Qi Lv.
After all, a deputy director wouldn't have the guts to target him alone!
"Dad, I'll clear your name. There's still a chance."
Wang Yanran was filled with indignation. As Wang Laiyun's daughter, she knew her father's character well. He was an upright man.
He had risen from a poor family to become the Director of Public Security, never taking a single bribe!
Yet, such a clean figure was being framed... accused of corruption?
But Wang Yanran could only fret, completely powerless.
"Ranran, just stay in the traffic police unit. Being a traffic cop is tough, but the benefits are decent."
Wang Laiyun was already paving a way out for his daughter.
"No! Dad, I must investigate this. Someone is definitely framing you! I'll go after Qi Lv!"
Wang Laiyun grabbed his daughter's arm.
"Listen to me, Ranran!"
"Dad, I'll ask Uncle Jiang for help! You and Uncle Jiang are friends. He'll definitely help you."
Wang Laiyun could only shake his head with a bitter smile. "It's not necessary."
His relationship with the Jiang family wasn't that close.
"Ranran, Jiang Che is a good kid. You could try getting closer to him."
Wang Laiyun knew very well that his daughter was beautiful, but with her fiery temper, she would undoubtedly face trouble in the future without a strong backing. If she could latch onto the Jiang family... his wife and daughter would have a much better life.
"Dad!"
Wang Yanran was both embarrassed and indignant. What kind of time was this... and her father was still trying to set her up with Jiang Che?
Her parents didn't know Jiang Che's true nature, but she knew all too well!
Jiang Che was a total playboy.
He wasn't the innocent boy she remembered from her childhood.
Sometimes, she was even shocked by how much he had changed.
When they were kids, holding Jiang Che's hand would make his face turn red. How had he become like this?
"Dad, don't say anymore. I will definitely find a way to gather evidence to help you. You never took any bribes!"
Wang Yanran held her father's arm, her eyes growing more determined. She would definitely succeed!
Seeing his daughter like this, Wang Laiyun felt a pang of heartache.
He knew his daughter's personality too well. If he really ended up in prison... with her rebellious nature, without any backing, what would she do if she offended someone?

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.

d intelligence to keep the plot moving, and sometimes even the protagonists are forced into absurdly dumb decisions. Why does the A-list celebrity heroine in urban romance novels ditch the top-tier movie star and become a lovestruck fool for a pockmarked male lead? Why do the leads in historical tragedy novels keep dancing between love and death, only for the blind healer to end up suffering the most? And Gu Wei never expected that after finally landing a villain role to stir up trouble, she’d pick the wrong gender! No choice now—she’ll just have to crush the protagonists as a girl!

rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!

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.”