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  • Transformed into a Female Villain, But Captured by My Beautiful Girl Disciples v2c11

    Chapter 11: A Splendid New Chapter

    “System, isn’t this a bit much?”

    Gong Yiling’s lips twitched.

    Why could Yan Chuyue become her disciple? Why?

    Although she wasn’t unhappy with this outcome, it was more than just a lucky break. It was like a beautiful maiden falling from the sky.

    “Did you really tell Shangguan Lingyue that?”

    Gong Yiling asked, slightly exasperated.

    “Yes,” Yan Chuyue chuckled, hands on her hips. “We’ve exchanged secrets. My medical skills for your not-so-immortal identity. Not bad, right?”

    “It feels terrible to have someone holding something over you.”

    Although Miss Gong said this…

    She wasn’t actually worried.

    After all, although the system’s master-disciple system didn’t have any binding restrictions, it wouldn’t let a disciple turn against her—

    “Notification: New quest received: [What You Think You Think Isn’t What You Think]”

    “Quest: [What You Think You Think Isn’t What You Think]

    Quest Level: Don’t Try to Second-Guess the System

    Quest Objective: Help your disciple Yan Chuyue destroy two of the following: the Five Demonic Abysses, the Four Heavenly Kingdoms, or two of the top five sects of the Hundred Paths Mountain (0/2)

    Quest Description: Isn’t manipulating the protagonist’s path a fun thing to do?

    Quest Reward: None.

    Penalty for Failure: If not completed within one year, the host will be turned into a little girl until the quest is completed.

    Quest Hint: This quest is extremely difficult. If you don’t want to become a little girl, it’s recommended to start with the Five Demonic Abysses. After all, the host can act as an undercover agent.”

    Turning against her—tsk.

    Have you seen those old men on the subway glued to their phones?

    If Gong Yiling had a phone with the quest details on it…

    That would be her.

    She finally understood.

    This pie from the system was filled with shit.

    —

    “Immortal Master?”

    When Miss Gong finally snapped back to reality, Yan Chuyue had been fanning her for a while.

    “Huh?”

    “I still don’t know your name. Or just give me a title.” Yan Chuyue, assuming she was still pondering the matter, didn’t think much of her earlier daze.

    “How about…”

    Gong Yiling, terrible at naming things, froze.

    Ah…

    A name.

    Guan Yilin was already pushing her limits. A different name… wait!

    Yan Chuyue, having transmigrated from a parallel world, wouldn’t know the name Gong Youyuan.

    “My name is Lü Youyuan. You can call me Daoist Immortal Youyuan.”

    “Huh???”

    Yan Chuyue was stunned.

    “Lü what?”

    “Lü Youyuan.” Seeing her reaction, Gong Yiling’s heart skipped a beat.

    Could it be that in her sister’s original setting, this woman actually knew about Gong Youyuan?

    So she added, “Do you know me?”

    Yan Chuyue didn’t know whether to say—*Just add a roof radical to your name, and it’s me!*

    But in this world, her name was Yan Chuyue. She couldn’t tell her she had transmigrated from another world… wouldn’t she be considered insane?

    But she was curious. Was this her real name? Was this world playing a joke on her? Or was it just a coincidence?

    “No…” Yan Chuyue forced a smile and waved her hand. “I just have a friend named Youyuan, but with a different surname.”

    Miss Gong wanted to say—*What a coincidence, I also know someone named Youyuan, but not with this surname.*

    As for who this “Youyuan” was…

    Only the two of them knew.

    As they smiled at each other, each with their own thoughts, Shangguan Lingyue emerged from the kitchen, followed closely by Shangguan Ziyuan.

    Or rather, Lu Xinyao.

    Their appearance together puzzled Gong Yiling, but Shangguan Lingyue greeted them first, “Ah, Immortal Master and Chuyue, you’re both awake.”

    “Yes.”

    “Oh, right, your disciple is quite interesting.” Shangguan Lingyue reached out to pat Lu Xinyao’s head, but the little black fox dodged her skillfully.

    Unfazed, Shangguan Lingyue continued, “I was going to show off my Yan Army’s specialty, the special military ration pancakes, but this little girl came running as soon as she smelled them.”

    “Immortal Master, is your disciple a demon? She looks like a puppy.”

    “Pfft—”

    This prophetic statement almost made Gong Yiling laugh out loud.

    “You’re the puppy! Your whole family are puppies!” Lu Xinyao retorted instinctively, then lowered her head shyly. “I… I didn’t mean it.”

    “Hey, this child is like two different people.”

    Stop, stop, stop! Please stop with the prophecies!

    Gong Yiling quickly stepped forward and led Lu Xinyao away. “She’s just like this, General. Please don’t mind her.”

    “Of course not.” Shangguan Lingyue sighed. “Seeing her reminds me of Little Five. She was just like this when she was young, always loved my military ration pancakes. It’s just…”

    Seeing the general’s wistful expression, Gong Yiling and Lu Xinyao were speechless. But Yan Chuyue, observing from the side, noticed something.

    The author’s mind started working, and she quickly figured it out.

    Only if this girl who resembled the Fifth Princess was actually the Fifth Princess would this make sense.

    However, she didn’t reveal her guess, simply noting it down, hoping to use it to exchange for more information about this Lü Youyuan.

    Yes.

    Yan Chuyue was very interested in her.

    In every aspect.

    Very interested.

    —

    After breakfast, Gong Yiling took Yan Chuyue to the palace, along with Lu Xinyao.

    After all, this girl was destined to be the Empress. As her “Big Sister,” she had to help her regain her royal demeanor.

    And this time, her task was to heal the Grand Elder.

    However, the moment the three stepped into the palace…

    A strong wind kicked up dust, and the clouds above raced across the sky, obscuring the sun.

    The winds of change were blowing.

    A burly man in black.

    A pale young man with a fan.

    A noble prince in luxurious robes.

    And the Emperor, holding the crown.

    Those gathered under this same sky were about to face unforeseen events.

     

  • After Failing to Find Immortality 212

    Chapter 212: After the Storm

    “Is she alright?”

    Lin Tianlu felt a pang of concern and carefully picked up Yun Yue.

    But after observing her closely, he realized…

    She was simply sleeping soundly.

    Her breathing was slow and even, almost a gentle snore, and she was murmuring softly in her sleep, her voice sweet and alluring.

    “Am I… surprisingly good at this?”

    Lin Tianlu murmured, a strange expression on his face.

    But then he noticed a faint mark on Yun Yue’s forehead.

    It looked like a crescent moon, interwoven with intricate runes, its aura mysterious.

    “Something’s different… her aura is more stable and refined. Not only have her injuries healed, but her cultivation has even improved.”

    Lin Tianlu looked at the ear pick in his hand and chuckled helplessly.

    What a strange coincidence.

    He didn’t dwell on it, carrying Yun Yue back to her room so she could rest.

    …

    A heavy downpour had swept through the valley during the night, making the air colder.

    But by morning, the sun was shining again, casting a warm glow over the courtyard.

    Lin Tianlu woke up early and stretched, enjoying the fresh air and the feeling of rejuvenation.

    But then he noticed a familiar figure sitting quietly in the pavilion.

    The Ninth Elder sat gracefully, her legs crossed, a warm smile on her face. “Tianlu, did you sleep well?”

    “Very well, thank you.”

    Lin Tianlu smiled and bowed slightly. “You’re up early as always, Martial Aunt.”

    “At my age, I don’t need much sleep. An hour or two is enough.”

    The Ninth Elder smiled and beckoned him over. “Come here, Tianlu.”

    “What is it, Martial Aunt?”

    She pushed a steaming bowl of porridge towards him. “Try this.”

    Lin Tianlu walked over to the pavilion and looked at the porridge, his eyes widening in surprise. “Martial Aunt, you made this so early…?”

    “It’s not breakfast. It’s a nourishing tonic I prepared last night.”

    The Ninth Elder rested her chin on her hand, a playful smile on her lips. “You’ve been working hard these past few nights, battling Ruoyu in bed. You need to replenish your energy. And unlike Ruoyu’s sweet tonic, mine is more potent, guaranteed to invigorate you.”

    “…”

    Lin Tianlu chuckled awkwardly.

    Like master, like disciple. They even had similar ways of showing their concern.

    But since it was a gift from an elder, he couldn’t refuse. He picked up the bowl and finished the porridge slowly.

    “—Hmm?”

    His eyes lit up.

    This taste…

    “Ruoyu told me that she made you a sweet tonic, focusing on a smooth and delicate flavor. So I decided to make a savory meat porridge, rich and flavorful. Do you like it?”

    “It’s delicious!”

    The porridge was perfect, thick and creamy, yet not mushy, its flavors blending seamlessly.

    Lin Tianlu savored the lingering taste and couldn’t help but praise, “Your cooking skills are truly exceptional, Martial Aunt, rivaling even Ruoyu’s.”

    The Ninth Elder beamed with joy, her voice soft. “If you like it, I’ll bring you more when I visit Changling County.”

    “Hmm?”

    Lin Tianlu was startled.

    Changling County?

    “Martial Aunt, aren’t you forbidden from leaving the Lunar Valley?”

    “The Valley Master and the elders made an exception for me.”

    The Ninth Elder couldn’t contain her smile. “I can visit you in Changling whenever I have time.”

    Lin Tianlu said seriously, “Congratulations on regaining your freedom, Martial Aunt. You can finally relax and enjoy the outside world, and spend more time with Ruoyu.”

    “I’m not a naive young girl anymore, yearning for adventure.”

    She chuckled and shook her head. “I’m not just leaving the valley to take care of Ruoyu, but also you, Tianlu. They say having an elder in the family is like having a treasure. I can help you with any troublesome matters.”

    Her thoughtful words touched Lin Tianlu’s heart.

    This Martial Aunt was truly kind and caring, despite her initial coldness.

    “And your wedding with Ruoyu is next month. As her master, I should be there to help. I wouldn’t want you two to be overwhelmed.”

    The Ninth Elder said thoughtfully, “Although neither of you have any relatives to invite, the wedding banquet shouldn’t be too simple. We should celebrate with some close friends.”

    Lin Tianlu took a deep breath and bowed respectfully. “Thank you for your concern, Martial Aunt.”

    “…When are you planning to leave the Lunar Valley?”

    “Now that the situation has been resolved, there’s no need for us to stay any longer. We’ll be leaving this afternoon.”

    “It’s good that you’re returning soon. That other girl in Changling must be waiting anxiously.” The Ninth Elder’s eyes twinkled mischievously, making Lin Tianlu blush.

    “Martial Aunt, I—”

    “Don’t worry, you’ve already told me about her. And I heard more from Ruoyu last night. That Miss Cheng, she seems quite talented and beautiful, a suitable wife for you.”

    The Ninth Elder’s voice was calm and even. “A true man should stand tall and proud, and having multiple wives is in accordance with ancient customs. And with your talent and cultivation, Tianlu, you’re far from ordinary. For those women, it’s a blessing to be with you.”

    Lin Tianlu was about to speak when the Ninth Elder suddenly turned her head, looking towards the courtyard entrance. “Tianlu, have you noticed the changes in the valley?”

    “Changes?”

    He pondered for a moment, then nodded. “The Lunar Valley is filled with spiritual energy now, far more abundant than before. It’s truly a blessed land.”

    The Ninth Elder’s expression turned serious. “Do you know what this means?”

    “The thousand-year tribulation, the secret of the Realm of Demons and Ghosts.”

    Lin Tianlu said calmly, “The core of the ley line, sealed deep beneath the earth, contains an immense amount of spiritual energy, yet it remained dormant. There’s only one explanation—”

    “The source of this energy was intentionally sealed.”

    “Perhaps it’s not just the Lunar Valley, but the entire Xima Prefecture, even the entire Fengchen Kingdom.”

    Lin Tianlu’s eyes narrowed, his voice deep. “Demons and ghosts are rampant, yet mortals have no means of resisting them. The sealed spiritual energy… is the reason.”

  • Friend(GL) 106

    Chapter 106: I Beg You

    “Are you crazy?” Yu Qiao stared at Zhou Tianzui, dumbfounded, “Resign? Why? The hospital is offering compensation for your injury, if you resign, you’ll get nothing.”

    Zhou Tianzui said, “I’m tired.”

    “If you’re tired, take some time off, a week, two weeks…” Yu Qiao’s words were interrupted by Zhou Tianzui, who repeated, “Mom, I’m tired.”

    She truly was, exhausted.

    Yu Qiao was speechless, just looking at her.

    Their gazes locked. There was a knock on the door. Zhou Tianzui said, “Come in.”

    It was the director, alone, no other colleagues. Zhou Tianzui, seeing him, her expression flickering, said to Yu Qiao, “Mom, go pour the director a glass of water.”

    Yu Qiao, sensing that the director also had something to say, nodded, “I’ll go get some water.”

    After she left, the director said, “What are you doing? Resigning?”

    Zhou Tianzui had made up her mind before Yu Qiao even went to wash the fruit and had already messaged the director, knowing he wouldn’t agree, and as expected, he continued, “Is it because of what’s happening online? That’s all nonsense! We know what kind of person you are, there’s no need to resign because of some online rumors, the hospital even wants to commend you, what are you doing resigning now?”

    He went on and on, “Don’t even think about resigning!”

    Zhou Tianzui lay in bed, listening quietly, her demeanor calm, “Director, do you know what it means to be ‘drowned by public opinion’?”

    The director was speechless, looking at her.

    Zhou Tianzui said, “I’ve known since I was young, I can handle it, but my mother can’t.”

    The director sat on the edge of her bed, “Actually, we know a little about your situation…”

    When Zhou Tianzui first joined the hospital, some colleagues were jealous, questioning her qualifications, her being assigned to the First Affiliated Hospital at such a young age, suggesting she got in through connections. Then, somehow, they found out she was raised by a single mother, that her father was a reporter, and about that “scandal.” Just as she was about to spread the rumors, the deputy director found out, investigated, and fired her.

    After that, there were some rumors, people saying the deputy director fired her to protect Zhou Tianzui, but the reason for her dismissal was clear to everyone, so those rumors didn’t gain much traction.

    Later, Zhou Tianzui never had any contact with the deputy director, so the gossip naturally died down, and even fewer people knew about it now.

    The director said, “We all believe in you, don’t overthink it, your father is your father, you are…”

    “My father wasn’t a rapist.” Zhou Tianzui said, “He was investigating a case when the accident happened.”

    The director looked at Zhou Tianzui, paused, and said, “Okay, don’t think about it anymore, it’s not a big deal, no need to resign, just focus on recovering.”

    Zhou Tianzui watched the director leave, her hand on her head, wanting to laugh, but she couldn’t.

    After the director left, Yu Qiao entered. She asked, “Xiao Tian, is something bothering you?”

    Zhou Tianzui said, “No, nothing.”

    Yu Qiao frowned: “Is it about you and You Ruxu…?”

    “No.” Zhou Tianzui said, “The director was just asking about work.”

    Yu Qiao was displeased, “Still thinking about work at a time like this?”

    Zhou Tianzui said, “That’s why I’m tired, I want to resign.”

    Yu Qiao didn’t agree.

    When Wu Xiulian wheeled You Ruxu in, they were still arguing. Yu Qiao, seeing You Ruxu, said, “I’m going out to buy some things.”

    Wu Xiulian said, “Sister, should I go with you?”

    Yu Qiao said, “No need.”

    She grabbed her bag and left, her face grim, her footsteps heavy, her displeasure clear. Wu Xiulian, after she left, said, “Your mother knows?”

    Zhou Tianzui looked at You Ruxu.

    You Ruxu pursed her lips.

    Zhou Tianzui said, “Not yet.”

    “I’ve already asked someone to suppress the news online, trying to minimize the impact on your mother.” Wu Xiulian said, “Then you two talk, I’ll go home and prepare dinner.”

    Zhou Tianzui looked at You Ruxu, “Why are you sitting so far away?”

    You Ruxu wheeled herself closer to the bed, silent, her lips pressed together.

    Zhou Tianzui asked, “Cat got your tongue?”

    You Ruxu said, “You saw the news online?”

    “I did.” Zhou Tianzui said, “It’s all old news, I don’t care.”

    The ward was quiet.

    You Ruxu’s voice was low, “I care.”

    Zhou Tianzui turned to her. You Ruxu looked up, their eyes meeting, “Zhou Tianzui, am I a coward?”

    “You…”

    “I want to be with you, but I didn’t dare tell your mother, I’m selfish and cowardly, I’m a reporter, yet I let someone suffer injustice for so many years because of me.” You Ruxu’s voice was soft, almost a whisper, like a self-condemnation, her tone making Zhou Tianzui’s heart ache, “I made you do this.”

    “No, you didn’t.” You Ruxu said firmly. Zhou Tianzui asked, “Then what do you want to do?”

    You Ruxu paused.

    Zhou Tianzui said, “I’m planning to resign.”

    You Ruxu’s eyes widened in surprise.

    Zhou Tianzui said, “After resigning, I want to take my mom on a trip, with you. She agreed.”

    You Ruxu pursed her lips.

    Zhou Tianzui continued, “It took a lot for her to agree. I don’t want her to suffer anymore because of my father, I just want to put this behind us, okay?”

    You Ruxu was about to speak.

    When Zhou Tianzui reached out and linked her pinky finger with You Ruxu’s. You Ruxu looked down, her hand held by Zhou Tianzui’s, their fingers interlaced. She asked, “Don’t you want to clear your father’s name?”

    “I did, before.” Zhou Tianzui said, “I used to dream of it, of the truth being revealed, of those who wronged us apologizing. I don’t dare to dream anymore.”

    Facing You Ruxu.

    She was always straightforward, “I know what will happen, I don’t dare to hope.”

    “You always say you’re selfish and cowardly.” Zhou Tianzui said, “But aren’t I the same?”

    She was even more so than You Ruxu.

    She was unfilial.

    She could clear her father’s name, but for the sake of her love, she was choosing to give up.

    Zhou Tianzui felt ashamed of herself.

    Her eyes reddened slightly, looking at You Ruxu, “Listen to me this time…”

    “Xiao Tian!” The door burst open, and a figure rushed in, her steps unsteady. She quickly reached Zhou Tianzui’s bedside, “They’re talking about your father online!”

    Yu Qiao’s face was pale, her body trembling, she didn’t know what she had heard.

    Zhou Tianzui froze.

    Yu Qiao said, “So you want to resign because of your father?”

    “Is the hospital firing you?” Yu Qiao said, “Is that it?! Is it?!”

    Zhou Tianzui said, “No, it’s not.”

    “Then what is it?!” Yu Qiao’s voice rose, her emotions uncontrolled. Every mention of Zhou Qiming was like a trigger, her composure shattering instantly. Zhou Tianzui wanted to comfort her like she always did, but she couldn’t, she couldn’t get up, she tried to move, but the pain from her wound was too much, her forehead covered in sweat.

    “Mom, please calm down.” Zhou Tianzui said, “Please don’t get so worked up.”

    “I’m not worked up!” Yu Qiao said, “Then why do you want to resign?”

    Zhou Tianzui said, “I’m tired of working.”

    “You’ve always worked hard, you never complained before, why suddenly now?” Yu Qiao said, “Did your director say something? Is it because of your father, are they forcing you to resign?”

    Zhou Tianzui said, “No, it’s my decision.”

    Yu Qiao said, “I don’t agree!”

    Zhou Tianzui was silent.

    The ward was suddenly quiet.

    Yu Qiao had overheard it at the bus stop. At first, they were talking about Zhou Tianzui, praising her bravery, then they mentioned Zhou Qiming. She had looked at the two young girls, chatting and laughing, dismissing it as gossip, but she couldn’t help but ask, her voice tight with suppressed emotion, “Where did you hear this, girls?”

    “Weibo…” The girl looked at her, smiling, “Auntie, do you have the app on your phone?”

    She didn’t, she hadn’t even heard of it before, but she asked them to download it for her. The comments and messages that popped up were like knives, twisting in her heart, her body turning cold, her feet frozen, unable to move.

    Yu Qiao couldn’t bear it any longer and rushed back to the hospital to find Zhou Tianzui.

    Her voice choked with tears, “I don’t agree to you resigning! Do you hear me? I’ll handle your father’s case, you’re not resigning!”

    Zhou Tianzui said, “Mom, you don’t have to handle anything, it’ll all blow over in a few days, no one will care anymore.”

    It was wishful thinking, but the online backlash was far worse than she imagined, as if an invisible hand was fueling the flames. They not only dug up Zhou Qiming’s past, but also the incident when Zhou Tianzui first joined the hospital, someone being fired because of her.

    “It’s from someone at the hospital, it really happened.”

    “So she really was the deputy director’s mistress?”

    “No wonder the hospital hasn’t made a statement, she has connections!”

    “Her father a rapist, the daughter a mistress, a perfect match!”

    “The TV station also covered up for her father back then, this family must have powerful connections!”

    The sarcasm was even more hurtful than direct insults. Yu Qiao’s body trembled with rage, her face grim, her eyes swollen. She had been so worried last night, and now, this, another wave of attacks.

    She abruptly stood up. Zhou Tianzui said, “Mom, what are you doing?”

    Yu Qiao said, “I’m going to talk to your director!”

    Zhou Tianzui said, “Don’t.”

    Yu Qiao was about to leave when Zhou Tianzui said to You Ruxu, “Stop her.”

    Reminded of You Ruxu’s presence, and her profession, Yu Qiao stopped, turning to You Ruxu, “X-Xiao Xu, Zhou Tianzui is with you, she’s not the deputy director’s mistress, you know that, right?”

    You Ruxu nodded: “I know, Auntie.”

    “Yes, you know.” Yu Qiao said, “You know everything, you also know her father wasn’t a rapist, he didn’t do those things, your station told us back then, that he was investigating the case.”

    You Ruxu’s throat was dry and constricted, “I know.”

    Yu Qiao suddenly grabbed her hand, “Then can you report on it?”

    You Ruxu’s hand was held tightly.

    Yu Qiao said, “I know you’re very capable, can you help Xiao Tian?”

    You Ruxu and Yu Qiao’s eyes met.

    Yu Qiao stood there, her hands gripping You Ruxu’s tightly, as if clinging to a lifeline, her usual composure gone, a vulnerable desperation in her voice, “I beg you, please.”

  • The Saintess Has A Showdown 159-160

    Chapter 159: Confronting the Sun and Moon Realm

    Within the maze of the fourth level of the Soul Prison Trial, the Tower of Heaven, any spirit beast team passing through this area would encounter a strange ice coffin.

    Some were scared off by its aura, while others recklessly attacked it, but it remained undamaged.

    After about ten minutes, the 25th floor of the Tower of Heaven was cleared, concluding this session of the trial.

    [Congratulations on clearing the fourth level of the Soul Prison Trial, first stage (1/4).]
    [Note: In the next session, all injuries and statuses will be fully restored. Spirit beasts that were defeated cannot re-enter.]

    Swish!

    With a flash of white light, the spirit beasts’ surroundings vanished, the Soul Prison Trial’s secret realm disappearing.

    Everyone returned to their respective masters.

    —

    Storm Realm, Gray Citadel

    Almost the instant Gong Lianyue and the Tyrant Demon Seed returned from the Waterfall Lake Wonderland, the Frost Snow Woman and her team also returned from the Soul Prison Trial.

    Gong Lianyue learned the rules of this trial through her spirit beasts’ shared consciousness.

    A complete wipeout meant temporary disqualification, while surviving, even by hiding, guaranteed rewards.

    If even a single spirit beast survived to the end, the rewards and evaluation would be multiplied.

    Although she didn’t know what had happened inside, they seemed disheartened, only the Frost Snow Woman remaining.

    It seemed not only the Tyrant Demon Seed, but the others had also suffered…

    Only the Ice Soul Cold Star, disguised as the Ice Spirit, was still happily munching on its ice.

    “What’s wrong? What are you thinking about?”

    Seeing the Frost Snow Woman’s troubled expression, Gong Lianyue gently stroked her soft, white hair.

    The Frost Snow Woman hesitated. She wanted to mention that the green-haired spirit beast was also in the Soul Prison Trial, and not just the obvious green and red ones.

    That little blue flower that had appeared at the end… it probably also belonged to that woman.

    But she didn’t know Luo Kuxin’s name and didn’t know how to explain.

    Besides, the blue-haired girl’s touch was rather pleasant, so she simply rolled over, enjoying the caress.

    Human hair wasn’t particularly sensitive, but for humanoid spirit beasts, it was like being petted.

    Even the usually reliable and intelligent Frost Snow Woman forgot to report the appearance of the legendary spirit beast.

    This was crucial information that could affect the entire Soul Prison Trial!

    Even if they managed to avoid it this time, what if they encountered it again…?

    Whatever, they had survived this time. She would worry about tomorrow’s problems tomorrow.

    Three days after the Soul Prison Trial ended, it was time to return the Swallow God.

    During this time, the name of Gong Lianyue, the Sorrowful Saintess, had spread throughout the Storm Realm like a tornado.

    Everyone knew of this woman who had formed a contract with a legendary being, now alone in the Wind Realm to return a hostage.

    After the legendary Water Element’s rampage and subsequent departure, the Shadowcandle Temple didn’t dare to interfere.

    Compared to that Water Element, the Swallow God was just a helpless infant, not a threat.

    Three days passed.

    The time for the exchange arrived. Beneath a tower at the edge of the Gray Citadel, shrouded in shadows…

    A black-haired woman in a black python robe stood silently, radiating a strange, deathly aura. Although she stood there in plain sight, the passersby seemed to ignore her, walking past without even noticing her.

    Her appearance wasn’t stunning, but she possessed a certain rustic charm, the kind that grew on you.

    The spirit energy around her was calm and subdued, so much so that it was impossible to discern her cultivation level.

    One of the three Emperors of the Wind Realm, a Sun and Moon Realm Spirit Master, the Shadow Emperor!

    She had been injured while trying to intercept the Water Element, two of her spirit beasts dead, one injured. Her aura was slightly weakened, her face pale.

    That was why she had come here personally, to observe this girl who had formed a contract with a legendary being, to see what kind of monster she was, whether three-headed and six-armed, or something even stranger.

    “Emperor, she has left her residence.”

    “Mm.”

    The woman in the python robe closed her eyes, vaguely recalling her encounter with a Sun and Moon Realm expert hundreds of years ago, when she was still at the Dead Sea Stage.

    She had been so terrified, she could barely speak, her body trembling.

    And then, she became the Saintess of the Gray Citadel…

    “She’s here!”

    Sensing a trace of water spirit energy amidst the dense wind spirit energy, the woman in the python robe opened her eyes, a shadowy aura instantly enveloping the entire Gray Citadel.

    A terrifying pressure, far exceeding that of an ordinary Saint-rank, assaulted the minds of all the Spirit Masters present, a deafening roar echoing.

    Boom!

    An oppressive weight, like a collapsing star, erupted from her, a wave of spirit energy spreading outwards.

    Then, a blue-haired girl, her hair swaying gently in the wind, appeared.

    Six teardrops, neatly arranged on her face, like tears, flowed from her shimmering eyes, staining her cheeks.

    The girl wore a water-patterned robe, the special uniform of the Sea Concubine Palace, her thighs wrapped in smooth, white silk, the water spirit energy around her undisturbed by the terrifying pressure.

    Most striking was the black crown on her head, radiating a chilling aura that seemed to defy the world, impenetrable even by the Shadow Emperor’s spirit energy.

    Wearing the black crown, Gong Lianyue had transformed into a Holy Water Body, entering a strange, isolated state, sensing only the flow of water, oblivious to everything else.

    The blue-haired, teardrop-eyed girl walked towards the woman in the python robe, stopping less than half a meter away.

    The next second, the woman in the python robe trembled slightly.

    This Sorrowful Saintess… she looked just like that Water Element! It startled her.

    Even more terrifying, the water spirit energy flowing around the blue-haired girl was completely undisturbed by her Sun and Moon Realm aura…

    “Hand over the ransom list.”

    Hearing the Sorrowful Saintess’s cold, commanding tone, the Shadow Emperor fell silent.

    To speak to a Realm Emperor like this… She was a monster. An ordinary human Spirit Master wouldn’t even dare.

    Was this the quality of someone chosen by a legendary being…?

    Chapter 160: Subduing the Water Element!!

    “Hand over the ransom list.”

    Hearing the Sorrowful Saintess’s cold, commanding tone, the Shadow Emperor fell silent for a moment.

    She was beginning to understand why she hadn’t been chosen by the Shadowlurking Blade, Night’s Executioner, all those years ago.

    Unafraid of a legendary being, unflinching before a Sun and Moon Realm expert… was this the quality required of one chosen by a legendary being…?

    The Shadow Emperor’s feelings were complex. This teardrop-eyed girl before her might one day reach a level beyond her reach.

    Meanwhile, Gong Lianyue’s expression remained unchanged, her heart calm.

    This woman, wearing the Gray Citadel higher-ups’ special uniform, was clearly a high-ranking official, at least at the Vice Palace Master level. She must be trying to intimidate her.

    Unfortunately for her, the Holy Water Body was the purest and most sacred of constitutions, impervious to all external spirit energy. Even a peak Nether Traverse Stage expert couldn’t affect her.

    Therefore, Gong Lianyue repeated her demand. If they had any objections, they could take it up with the Water Element.

    After a long silence, the woman in the python robe handed over a spatial ring, a specially made storage artifact.

    Gong Lianyue accepted it and, channeling her spirit energy, checked its contents against the ransom list.

    –1 million spirit crystals.
    10 high-rank spirit beast eggs.
    500 stalks of Wind Realm high-grade medicinal herbs (excluding Moonlight Grass).
    10 pieces of Wind Iron Stone.
    Gray Citadel Spirit Technique (Wind Call).
    Gray Citadel Spirit Technique (Shadowstep).

    Besides these, there were some items Gong Lianyue didn’t recognize and a few miscellaneous spirit artifacts.

    To ransom a single Saint-rank, the Gray Citadel was willing to pay such a hefty price. Although painful, it wasn’t crippling.

    After confirming everything, Gong Lianyue nodded and summoned He Daoqi, the Swallow God, from her stone bracelet.

    However, she had discreetly removed the restraints beforehand, eliminating any… incriminating evidence.

    After all, if the Gray Citadel higher-ups saw their Saintess in such a… state, they would be furious.

    The black-haired girl, imprisoned for nearly a hundred chapters, finally saw the light of day. She didn’t cry or show any emotion, simply hiding behind the woman in the python robe, remaining silent.

    Gong Lianyue’s expression turned strange. The two women’s facial features were somewhat similar. Could they be mother and daughter?

    That would be awkward…

    “Are you alright?” the woman in the python robe asked, turning to He Daoqi.

    “Yes.”

    He Daoqi nodded, her expression unchanged, her eyes, both pupils and whites, a deep, unreadable black.

    She could sense that in this short time, the Sorrowful Saintess had grown even stronger, reaching a level beyond her comprehension.

    Wearing the black crown, radiating a holy yet deathly aura, her water spirit energy unfathomable.

    Normally, for a hostage exchange, the welcoming party would be a Vice Palace Master or a chief senior instructor.

    However, the presence of this woman in the python robe indicated that the Sorrowful Saintess had caused a major incident during the Overlord’s birthday celebration, shaking the entire Wind Realm.

    He Daoqi remained silent, waiting for an explanation.

    Meanwhile, Gong Lianyue was slightly puzzled.

    After being imprisoned and tortured for so long, didn’t she feel any resentment…?

    Regardless, she was relieved.

    The Swallow God had been returned, her mission complete. She could finally return to the Sea Region.

    But before leaving, she would purchase a large quantity of Moonlight Grass. It was so cheap here in the Wind Realm. It would be a waste not to.

    The woman in the python robe and He Daoqi watched as the blue-haired girl walked away, making no move to stop her.

    “Emperor, what did the Sorrowful Saintess do at the Overlord’s birthday celebration?” He Daoqi asked after a moment.

    “She’s a Lord Attendant. Her legendary spirit beast stole the Shadowlurking Blade, Night’s Executioner, during the celebration.”

    “…”

    “!!!”

    Even though He Daoqi had been prepared, she was still shocked.

    If the words “legendary spirit beast” were replaced with anything else, the weight of that statement wouldn’t be nearly as heavy, as terrifying.

    It was precisely because it was a legendary being that the Sun and Moon Realm Emperor had abandoned all thoughts of revenge and retribution, speaking so calmly.

    Not just because she didn’t dare to retaliate, but because it would be pointless.

    A Lord Attendant couldn’t control a legendary being, nor could they influence its actions. The Water Element stealing the Shadowlurking Blade had nothing to do with the Sorrowful Saintess.

    And even if it did, it wasn’t something outsiders could interfere with.

    Based on millennia of experience, human Spirit Masters had learned a few things about legendary beings.

    They could disrespect them, insult them, even attack them. As long as the legendary being was in a good mood and didn’t notice their insignificant presence, they would survive.

    After all, a legendary being’s aura was so vast and powerful that even a Sun and Moon Realm or Saint-rank Spirit Master was like a speck of dust before them, easily overlooked.

    However, there was one action that guaranteed death: obstructing a legendary being’s will.

    Never, ever, stand in a legendary being’s way.

    If you do, you will be noticed.

    And if you are noticed, you will die…

    He Daoqi fell silent for a long time. She hadn’t expected the Sorrowful Saintess to be connected to a legendary being.

    “In three months, the Wind Realm will assemble a force to attack the Cangsheng Palace, to either subdue or negotiate with the Water Element before it reaches the Samsara Stage.”

    “If negotiations fail, the Wind Realm will face either annihilation or a pyrrhic victory…”

    Hearing the woman’s words, He Daoqi’s eyes dimmed.

    What the Wind Realm was about to do was precisely what they had been warned against—opposing a legendary being.

    Failure meant certain death.

    But without the Wind Realm Overlord, even if they did nothing, the Storm Realm would eventually be conquered by the surrounding realms. Their destruction was inevitable.

    This Water Element was a newly born legendary being, still at the Dead Sea Stage. There was a chance they could win.

    And the Shadowlurking Blade, Night’s Executioner, wouldn’t be easily controlled. It would surely offer guidance and assistance at critical moments…

    Meanwhile, oblivious to the Wind Realm’s predicament, Gong Lianyue, having gathered her spoils, prepared to return to the Sea Region.

    After enduring countless trials and tribulations in the Storm Realm, it was finally time to go home!

  • The Devil Does Not Need to Be Defeated 498

    Chapter 498: Would He Even Be Interested?

    Meanwhile, in the Elven Homeland, rumors about Shien and his group began to spread.

    After a thousand years, the Elven Homeland had welcomed its second male visitor from another race. This undoubtedly caused a stir.

    Due to the small population of the Elven Race, this news spread quickly, and many reacted to it.

    “Why would we suddenly welcome a male from another race?”

    “Moreover, the Queen personally welcomed him?”

    “Who is he?”

    “Even Mitra, the Hero, didn’t receive such treatment.”

    “It’s said that he was invited by Melika?”

    “Really?”

    “He… he won’t do anything to us, will he?”

    “Who knows…”

    “I’ve heard from the elders many times that men from other races have no good intentions towards our kind.”

    “I hope the Elven Corps can restrain him.”

    “Indeed.”

    Many elves engaged in such discussions, making the usually quiet Elven Homeland unusually lively.

    The elves were clearly concerned about this matter.

    Thanks to this, Melika, who had just returned to the Elven Homeland and reunited with her fellow elves, was immediately surrounded by her people.

    These elves, driven by curiosity, worry, vigilance, and even disgust, asked Melika about Shien.

    Because of this, the fact that among those traveling with Shien were the descendant of the Hero known as the Kingdom’s treasure, the Kingdom’s Second Princess, and even a dragon, was completely ignored by the elves.

    For the elves, the presence of a male from another race was undoubtedly more concerning than anything else.

    Those elves who had traveled outside were still fine, but those who had never left the Elven Homeland were overly worried.

    “Why did you invite a man here?”

    “It’s like inviting a dangerous person into our home!”

    “And the Queen, why did she allow a man to enter?”

    “I think we should ask the Elven Corps to drive him out.”

    “Yes, yes.”

    These elves who had never left the Elven Homeland surrounded Melika, chattering non-stop.

    Melika was also troubled.

    She understood her people’s thoughts.

    Because in the past, before leaving the Elven Homeland, she had also been afraid of men from other races.

    It couldn’t be helped.

    Whether they had left the Elven Homeland or not, the one thing elves heard the most since childhood was how men from other races treated their kind.

    Because of their extraordinary beauty and natural magical talent, there were simply too many people who coveted the elves, too many to count.

    Those who returned from their journeys often said that the most common thing they encountered outside was harassment from men.

    Even worse, some elves, caught off guard, fell for the deception and tricks of men from other races, and their fates were often tragic, either being sold as high-priced goods or choosing to end their own lives to protect their purity before being defiled.

    And those few who developed feelings for men from other races rarely had happy endings, spending their days in the Elven Homeland in tears, filled with longing and love, growing old alone.

    Under such circumstances, how could elves have a good impression of men from other races?

    Even Melika, in just two short years after leaving the Elven Homeland, had been harassed by noble sons like Magray and Edel. It was easy to imagine what elves would encounter in the outside world.

    If it weren’t for Vivian’s protection, Melika would have definitely encountered more harassment and might not even be here now, reunited with her people.

    In the hearts of the elves, the presence of men from other races wasn’t a good thing.

    This might be prejudice, but it was reality.

    The elves’ appearance and talent meant they would inevitably encounter such things in this world.

    Therefore, Melika understood her people’s thoughts.

    But even so, Melika still wanted to say,

    “Everyone, please listen to me, Mr. Shien is not a bad person.”

    “It’s true that most men from other races aren’t… very friendly to us, but not everyone is like that.”

    “There are good people and bad people in this world, and the same goes for men from other races. Some are good, some are bad. Mr. Shien is very good to me.”

    “You’ll see. He wouldn’t have any ill intentions towards us because of our appearance or magical talent, because he has a fiancée who is more beautiful and talented than us, an extraordinary and outstanding woman.”

    “Please believe me.”

    Melika’s earnest persuasion had some effect.

    “Indeed, there’s a very beautiful woman by that man’s side…”

    “Yes, yes, yes, I also saw her. That girl is truly beautiful, no less than Her Majesty.”

    “R-really?”

    “Besides goddesses, is there anyone as beautiful as Her Majesty?”

    “Don’t believe it? Go and see for yourselves!”

    “That girl is the fiancé of that man from another race?”

    “How unexpected…”

    “B-but with such a beautiful fiancée, that man probably wouldn’t be interested in us, right?”

    “Don’t be so sure. I heard that man is a noble, even a high-ranking noble. Having three wives and four concubines is normal for them.”

    “I think so too. We can’t let our guard down.”

    “Don’t you know how those men from other races are? They all look at us like they want to devour us.”

    “Three wives and four concubines? He might not even marry you.”

    “I’m afraid he just wants to take our purity.”

    “Waaah, how scary…”

    A group of elven girls chattered non-stop, discussing this matter endlessly.

    “That won’t happen!”

    Melika continued to try and persuade them.

    However, an elven girl of similar age to Melika, who had been following her, looked at her with a worried expression.

    Just like this, countless people in the Elven Homeland were discussing this topic.

    And all of this was witnessed by Sophie in the Queen’s Palace.

    …

    “That’s the situation, Your Majesty.”

    Leia reported the situation in the Elven Homeland to Sophie, who sat on her throne made of thick tree roots, lost in thought.

    “As expected, the arrival of a male from another race has made our people worried.”

    Sophie seemed to have anticipated this.

    “Now, our people are questioning you, believing that you shouldn’t have allowed a man from another race to enter the Elven Homeland.” Nia said indignantly, “Those guys, the Elven Corps should teach them a lesson.”

    Sophie smiled wryly and shook her head.

    “This is a deep-rooted problem within our Elven Race. We can’t blame them.” Sophie said, “The Elven Homeland is too isolated from the outside world, and our race is so special, it’s normal for such prejudice and exclusion to exist.”

    “Then what should we do, Your Majesty?” Leia asked worriedly, “For our people, the presence of a male from another race is a big problem.”

    “Indeed.” Nia agreed. “A thousand years ago, it was because of Goddess Nadue’s introduction, and the threat of the Demon King, that our people realized it was something they had to do and reluctantly accepted the Hero’s arrival. This time, there’s no such reason.”

    “Should we just tell our people the truth?” Leia suggested. “Reveal the arrival of the Dragon Demon Princess and Goddess Lilith, tell them that that man is under their protection, and then our people won’t overreact.”

    “And also the matter of Princess Lucy.” Nia added. “If we tell them that he’s the Kingdom’s treasure’s fiancé, then for the sake of the Goddess of Fate and the Divine Race, our people should be able to tolerate him for a few days.”

    Leia and Nia’s continuous suggestions showed how seriously they took this matter.

    This made Sophie sigh inwardly.

    (It’s just a man visiting, and even Leia and Nia are treating this so seriously. The Elven Race’s vigilance towards men from other races is truly deep-rooted.)

    That being said, Sophie wouldn’t correct this.

    There was no need to.

    Because, for the Elven Race, this was actually a good thing.

    The elves’ unique nature meant they had to be constantly wary of men and couldn’t trust them easily.

    Otherwise, they might be taken advantage of without even realizing it.

    Therefore, this deep-rooted mindset was also a way of survival for the Elven Race.

    But her people’s reaction to that man shouldn’t be too extreme.

    Otherwise, if they accidentally did something rash and caused a conflict, it would be a big problem.

    At least, Sophie absolutely didn’t want to see the Elven Race offend the Dragon Demon or the strongest evil god.

    “What should I do?”

    Sophie pondered.

    At this moment…

    “Tomorrow, bring that one to the temple.”

    A clear, incredibly pleasant, and gentle voice reached Sophie’s ears, making her shudder and abruptly stand up.

    “Your Majesty?”

    “Your Majesty?”

    Leia and Nia were startled by Sophie’s sudden movement.

    Sophie ignored them and looked up excitedly.

    “Was that just now… a revelation from Goddess Nadue…!?”

    Sophie was excited.

    “Could it be that Goddess Nadue is going to appear again?”

    After Mitra, the Hero, a thousand years ago, this time, their patron goddess was going to introduce another man from another race?

    As Sophie thought this, she didn’t notice that Nadue was watching her from nearby.

    “I’ll give them a little push.”

    Nadue chuckled softly.

    “I hope you can have a good relationship with that Hero, my children.”

  • Reborn to Stew Soup (GL) 113p2

    Chapter 113: Parting Ways p2

    Watching Mi Hongdou’s performance, Ji Junxin had felt herself being drawn in, becoming Miao Qianye, desperately rushing to the palace, wanting to answer the young empress’s silent plea, to see her one last time, even though it was too late…

    She had sensed it, that pull, and she had wanted to resist. But then she remembered Qiao Rubai’s visit and Mi Hongdou’s tears, her refusal to speak.

    Of course, friends didn’t have to share everything, she herself hadn’t told Mi Hongdou about her feelings. But she still felt a little hurt. Especially seeing the young empress, sacrificing herself for Miao Qianye and her child, her longing gaze towards the door, as if hoping to see Miao Qianye one last time…

    At that moment, Ji Junxin felt that perhaps… the young empress needed her… more than Mi Hongdou did.

    This brief hesitation, this wavering, allowed her to be pulled into the scene by Mi Hongdou’s powerful performance.

    It wasn’t Ji Junxin who rushed to the palace, it wasn’t Ji Junxin who confronted Consort Zhu, it wasn’t even Ji Junxin who revisited the estate in her old age.

    From that moment on, she was Miao Qianye, living her life, feeling her emotions.

    The desperate urge to see the young empress, the anger and grief at her suicide, the burning desire for revenge… and then, the weary emptiness after the revenge.

    Even after Director Pan announced the wrap-up, Ji Junxin couldn’t fully detach from Miao Qianye.

    Of course, this “difficulty in detaching” didn’t mean she still thought she was Miao Qianye, living in ancient times. That would be… insanity.

    It simply meant that after filming ended, the actor’s thoughts, personality, and emotions were still influenced by the character. For example, playing a crying character might make you more emotional. Playing a violent character might make you more irritable. Playing a suicidal, depressed character might make you more pessimistic. Or, having played a lover on screen, you might develop feelings for your co-star in real life. Having played enemies, you might develop a dislike for your co-star.

    Ji Junxin was prone to this kind of deep immersion. So, after Qiao Rubai realized it, she rarely let her take on negative roles. But to develop her career, she couldn’t always play innocent, sweet characters. Qiao Rubai had chosen the script for “Imperial Secrets” carefully. In her opinion, the most emotionally challenging scene, the one most likely to cause deep immersion for Ji Junxin, was Miao Qianye’s arrival at the Empress’s palace, too late. That was why she had rushed over, to make sure Ji Junxin was okay.

    But… Ji Junxin had still become Miao Qianye.

    She had already sensed it the previous afternoon. Her desire to poison Jiang Duo had been too intense… it wasn’t normal. Having experienced deep immersion before, she knew she needed to detach.

    But she couldn’t. She had to finish filming.

    So, she did.

    Filming wrapped.

    Facing Mi Hongdou again, Ji Junxin couldn’t quite decipher her feelings. Was it because of the shared hardship between Miao Qianye and the young empress in the drama? Or because of their time together day and night? No… the daytime was also acting…

    Unable to detach, Ji Junxin was confused.

    She needed time, space. She wanted to escape, yet she also longed… for closeness, a desperate desire to be with Mi Hongdou.

    Torn, she had decided to leave early the next morning, to spill the cola on her bed…

    How to explain packing her luggage? How to avoid suspicion from Mi Hongdou? Should she be soft and apologetic, or cold and distant?… Ji Junxin meticulously planned her actions.

    This calculated approach wasn’t her usual self. It was more like Miao Qianye.

    But it didn’t matter, as long as it worked.

    There were some minor hiccups, like Director Pan’s wrap-up dinner, which disrupted her plan. But she figured that skipping the wrap-up dinner wouldn’t be a big deal, it would just make her seem a bit aloof. But Mi Hongdou, a newcomer, practically a lead actress, not attending would be rude. So, although annoyed, Ji Junxin had still gone with Mi Hongdou.

    After the dinner, she had brought back a can of cola, and while Mi Hongdou was showering, she calmly shook it and sprayed it on her bed, adding more in the middle for good measure.

    Her calm, calculated actions and her slightly suggestive words weren’t like her usual self.

    Normally, she would have been too embarrassed. Now, her face and mind clear, she had even manipulated Mi Hongdou into sharing her bed.

    In the darkness, Ji Junxin waited.

    She turned over, a test. Then turned over again, another test.

    Touching Mi Hongdou’s body brought back the image of the naked Mi Hongdou in the bathroom. She placed her arm over Mi Hongdou, feeling… something soft beneath it. And then… a small, hardening bud pressing against her inner arm. Leaving this short-sleeved nightgown out was the right decision… Ji Junxin’s mouth felt dry.

    And as she turned over, Mi Hongdou’s arm had also landed on… her chest. Ji Junxin’s arm placement had been calculated, Mi Hongdou’s was purely coincidental.

    They were now very close. Ji Junxin, smelling Mi Hongdou’s scent, felt her heart race. She bit her lip, savoring the subtle change beneath her arm, resisting the urge to move closer, to elicit a stronger reaction. And a slight frustration, if only Mi Hongdou’s arm was also on her chest… she thought, a little embarrassed, but also wanting more, both giving and receiving.

    But she didn’t dare to move. Mi Hongdou should be asleep by now… but… who knew…

    Ji Junxin’s caution was justified. After a long while, just as she was about to move, Mi Hongdou moved first.

    Ji Junxin’s arm was gently removed, and Mi Hongdou shifted away. Ji Junxin lay still.

    Feeling the slight movement, Ji Junxin, her face half-buried in the blanket, smiled wryly, the heat in her body subsiding.

    See, it’s always like this, I’m filled with inappropriate thoughts, burning with desire, while she… just sees me as a friend. A troublesome friend who’s taking up half her bed…

    Ji Junxin’s eyes stung, but she fought back tears.

    I can’t cry… Mi Hongdou is still awake… she’ll know.

    I know she doesn’t like me, yet I still cling to hope, testing her, hoping her feelings have changed. But it’s just… wishful thinking…

    Ji Junxin, lost in her thoughts, didn’t sleep that night.

    More accurately, after Mi Hongdou finally succumbed to exhaustion, Ji Junxin, after a long while, carefully moved closer, snuggling against Mi Hongdou’s back, savoring her warmth.

    She had decided the day before to leave early. She didn’t know how to face their separation, didn’t know what she might say or do in her emotionally compromised state.

    She couldn’t handle a proper goodbye.

    So, the sleepless Ji Junxin, quietly got ready to leave. But looking at the sleeping Mi Hongdou, she felt a twinge of resentment.

    I like you, you don’t like me, it’s my fault… but I’m still… angry…

    She pulled back her half-exposed body, burrowed under the covers, then slowly emerged.

    Her clothes were in the living room, her toiletries in her travel bag. She quickly changed, left a note she had written while Mi Hongdou was showering, and was about to leave.

    At the door, she turned back, opened the refrigerator, took out the rice cooker pot, and then truly left.

    The pot was cold, but Ji Junxin held it, seemingly oblivious to the temperature.

    In the car, Zhong Yin, the dutiful assistant, offered to carry it, but Ji Junxin refused. Zhong Yin then found some magazines and placed them on Ji Junxin’s lap, so the cold metal wouldn’t freeze her legs.

    Her employer was acting strangely, Zhong Yin could tell. But she understood, Qiao Rubai had warned her that Ji Junxin often became emotionally unstable after filming intense scenes. Well… perhaps some people just like holding rice cooker pots when they’re feeling down, Zhong Yin thought.

    When they stopped at a supermarket, Zhong Yin not only bought plastic wrap but also a small plastic container, just the right size for the wrapped pot, and placed it on the empty seat next to Ji Junxin.

    Now I don’t have to worry about her legs freezing! Zhong Yin thought happily, not realizing how strange her thought was.

    The drive back to Jiang City was long and boring. With the rice cooker pot now in the container, Ji Junxin’s hands were free, and she kept fiddling with her phone, turning it on, then letting it go dark, then turning it on again.

    Zhong Yin, watching her, really wanted to ask, Are you waiting for a message or a call? If they came, your phone would light up, really! Stop pressing it… you’ll break it.

    But she didn’t ask.

    And Ji Junxin didn’t receive any messages or calls from Mi Hongdou.

    She had no idea that Mi Hongdou, waking up late, was sitting dejectedly on the sofa, blaming herself, wondering what she had done wrong, why Ji Junxin had left without even saying goodbye, as if escaping.

    And Ji Junxin wouldn’t have guessed that Mi Hongdou’s conclusion was that she had to respect Ji Junxin’s decision, that if she chose to leave, she shouldn’t impose.

    I have to… become stronger… Mi Hongdou’s pride made her think this.

    And so, a month of silence passed.

    Neither contacted the other.

    Ji Junxin stayed home, reading, watching movies, ordering takeout, occasionally talking to her parents and lying about her busy schedule. Qiao Rubai was also busy, and having grown accustomed to Ji Junxin needing time alone after filming, she only called a few times. Seeing that Ji Junxin seemed fine, she didn’t press further.

    As the days passed, Ji Junxin gradually detached from Miao Qianye, her memories of filming fading, just like after her previous projects, a renewed sense of hope returning.

    Of course, there were still annoyances. The most prominent one being Mi Hongdou’s silence, not a single text message or phone call in an entire month. Ji Junxin had often wondered if her phone was broken, but calls and messages to Qiao Rubai and Zhong Yin worked perfectly fine. She had thought that perhaps Mi Hongdou was angry because she hadn’t said goodbye properly… but then, that seemed petty, she had left a note! Friends shouldn’t be so petty! If you’re going to be petty, then be lovers! Of course, these were just her inner thoughts.

    If I contact her first, I lose! Ji Junxin thought, sulking every day during this month of detachment.

    Compared to Mi Hongdou’s silence, the terrible takeout, her parents’ insistence on the blind date, those were minor annoyances.

    Mi Hongdou, of course, wasn’t silent because of some “whoever contacts first loses” game. She was… hurt by Ji Junxin’s departure. She felt that contacting Ji Junxin would only make her dislike her even more…

    It was remarkable that they could maintain this silence for a month because of such strange reasons.

    A month and ten days after “Imperial Secrets” wrapped, “Divorce, So Be It” premiered.

    Perhaps thanks to Qiao Rubai’s influence, the drama, which had aired on a regular channel in Mi Hongdou’s previous life, was now premiering on a popular channel with high viewership ratings.

    And in her previous life, because of its relatable themes of childhood sweethearts, marital struggles, family drama, and mid-life crises, “Divorce, So Be It” had been a hit, and the second season was confirmed halfway through its broadcast. In this life, the sequel was already in the works, the script finished, filming about to begin.

    They were probably waiting for the first season to air before starting filming for the sequel, to capitalize on the hype.

    On the day of the premiere, Mi Hongdou finally found the courage to text Ji Junxin.

    So, as the opening theme of “Divorce, So Be It” played on TV, Ji Junxin’s phone, while she was eating tangyuan, buzzed.

    [The drama I filmed earlier, “Divorce, So Be It,” premieres today.] Sender: Mi Hongdou.

    Ji Junxin, watching the TV, not wanting to miss Mi Hongdou’s appearance in the opening credits, counted the characters in the message.

    Eighteen characters, including punctuation.

    After a month and ten days of waiting, just eighteen characters!

    Ji Junxin wasn’t sure whether to be happy or not.

    She finished her tangyuan and replied curtly.

    [Looking forward to your performance.] Sender: Ji Junxin.

    Mi Hongdou, looking at the six characters and the period, not even an exclamation mark, wasn’t sure whether to feel warm or cold.

    Honestly, although a family drama, it was quite appealing to Ji Junxin. Perhaps because of her own distant family, she enjoyed seeing how other families interacted.

    If only Mi Hongdou appeared earlier…

    “Divorce, So Be It” had sixty episodes. Ji Junxin had calculated that Mi Hongdou wouldn’t appear until around episode forty. She felt a little disappointed, but there was no helping it, Mi Hongdou wasn’t the lead, just the protagonist’s daughter. The protagonist hadn’t even started her romantic relationship yet, how could her daughter appear?

    During a commercial break, Ji Junxin opened Weibo, wanting to promote the drama, but remembering the earlier negative press about Mi Hongdou, she decided against it. She would wait until Mi Hongdou appeared and impressed everyone with her acting, then she would promote it. She didn’t want to inadvertently attract more negative attention.

    Ji Junxin, who used to leave all matters outside of acting to Qiao Rubai and Lu Gaoshi, after the incident with Mi Hongdou, was now learning to be more cautious.

    As she watched the drama, she thought that when Mi Hongdou filmed “Divorce, So Be It 2,” she would finally be able to watch her throughout, not having to wait twenty days for her to appear… well, although the current plot was also good, she still wanted to see Mi Hongdou’s scenes.

    She watched the first two episodes, but there was no reply from Mi Hongdou…

    She felt a sense of… speechless frustration…

    After calming down, Ji Junxin had to admit, the drama was good, it would probably be a hit, as Qiao Rubai would say. The story was good, the acting was good, but she still preferred the brief glimpses of Mi Hongdou in the opening credits.

    It must be because the later plot is more interesting, she thought, definitely not because of that person who didn’t reply to her message!

    Ji Junxin angrily finished two boxes of sushi.

  • Reincarnated as a Holy Nun, I Refuse to Lose! v2c13

    Volume 2: Witch Kingdom Arc

    Chapter 13: Let’s Have a Baby~

    Yu Keke gently laid Luo Yuxi against a tree, carefully examining her body, afraid of missing any injuries. After a thorough inspection, she finally found the black nail embedded in Luo Yuxi’s chest.

    “Found it! This is what’s causing big sister’s unconscious state!”

    Luo Yuxi, seeing Yu Keke reach for the nail, was overjoyed. This feeling of being unable to move was unbearable. She was finally going to be free.

    “Thank goodness, Little Yu, you’re my angel~”

    Yu Keke gathered her magic power, but just as she was about to touch the nail, Yun Keke grabbed her wrist.

    “Little Yun? What are you doing?”

    Yu Keke looked at Yun Keke, confused, about to ask why she was stopping her, when she saw Yun Keke stroking Luo Yuxi’s slender legs.

    “I know this isn’t right, but don’t you think big sister is quite alluring in this defenseless state, unaware of what we might do…?”

    “Huh?!”

    Yu Keke didn’t understand at first, but Luo Yuxi instantly grasped Yun Keke’s intentions and struggled violently, but her body wouldn’t move. The puppet nail still held her captive.

    “Stop! Help me! I’m conscious! I’m conscious!!”

    But her cries were unheard. Yu Keke hesitated. Luo Yuxi panicked. She was like a life-sized doll, and Yun Keke, like a little devil, whispered tempting words in Yu Keke’s ear.

    “Think about it, this weakling big sister is unconscious, unable to resist, so quiet and still. You don’t have to pretend anymore~”

    “No, this is wrong. We should get big sister’s consent, that’s right…!”

    “Little Yu, didn’t we do it without her consent the first time~?”

    “That! That’s because…!”

    Yu Keke stopped, unable to find an excuse. She had been blinded by desire back then. And she was a terrible liar, she could never outwit Yun Keke.

    “Come on, just this once. And after we’re done, we’ll heal her wounds, there won’t be any marks. Only you and I will know~”

    “N-No…”

    “Haa~”

    “Ah!!”

    Yun Keke blew gently on Yu Keke’s ear, and Yu Keke’s resistance crumbled. She leaned against Luo Yuxi’s soft body. Yun Keke, not wasting any time, sat beside Luo Yuxi and gently turned her head. Yu Keke looked at Luo Yuxi, like a sleeping beauty.

    “Little Yu, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. You have to seize the future~”

    “Little Yun, stop!”

    Although Yu Keke’s voice was stern, her actions were honest. Looking at Luo Yuxi’s pink lips, she felt an urge to taste them, like a sweet, tempting candy.

    “Just one mistake should be forgiven, right…?”

    Luo Yuxi had been relieved by Yu Keke’s initial resistance, thinking she would teach Yun Keke a lesson once she regained control. But seeing Yu Keke succumbing to temptation, she panicked.

    “Little Yu, you have to resist! Don’t give in to desire!”

    But her inner pleas were useless. Luo Yuxi felt the softness on her lips, Yu Keke’s kiss deepening, not the light peck she had expected, but a forceful invasion, claiming her territory.

    “I’m sorry, big sister, Little Yu is a bad girl…”

    Luo Yuxi hadn’t expected such a direct attack. Pinned by the puppet nail, she couldn’t even react, let alone defend herself. Yu Keke plundered her “treasures,” while Yun Keke watched with a smug expression.

    “Doesn’t it feel good, Little Yu~?”

    “I’ll confess to the Goddess later, but please let me finish this mistake first…”

    “Hey, hey, hey, you can’t do that, you’re a witch, you can’t confess to the Goddess~”

    Yun Keke teased, then stood up and removed some of her armor. Yu Keke, knowing what she was planning, didn’t stop her, just created a barrier around them and also removed some of her armor.

    “Although you’re unconscious, big sister, I’ll compensate you later…”

    “It’s too late for that now. Big sister can’t hear you anyway, so we might as well…”

    Yun Keke leaned close to Luo Yuxi’s ear and whispered,

    “Weakling big sister, I’ve planted an Elven Seed inside you. A seed that can create new life~”

    “!!!”

    Luo Yuxi, although seemingly unconscious, heard everything. She knew what an Elven Seed was. It was the key to the “daughter raising” system introduced in the later parts of the game.

    “No, this is irreversible!!”

    As a yuri game, it wouldn’t be complete without “bonding” events. The Elven Tree produced Elven Seeds, small, green, capsule-shaped seeds that radiated life force, even increasing sensitivity when placed against the skin.

    Elven reproduction involved planting the seed inside a willing elven girl and then combining their magic power through intimate contact, creating a child. The only drawback was that the girl carrying the seed would experience a tenfold increase in desire. Luo Yuxi had triggered this event in the game with just a few CGs, without any real understanding of the implications.

    “This is bad, this is very bad! If I’m not careful—!!”

    Luo Yuxi struggled against the puppet nail, but even her 10th Order power couldn’t budge the 4th Order magic. She could only watch as Yun Keke removed her final piece of armor, two magnets clicking together.

    “Weakling big sister, do you think— Never mind, you can’t hear me anyway~”

  • Reincarnated as a Holy Nun, I Refuse to Lose! v2c12

    Volume 2: Witch Kingdom Arc

    Chapter 12: Rescue

    Qing couldn’t maintain her composure. The mixed sensation of pain and pleasure made her legs weak, her mind hazy. Yu Keke seized the opportunity, unleashing her unsuppressed Second Order power, a force a 4th Order couldn’t withstand.

    [Unique Magic: White World!]

    “Don’t move!!”

    In an instant, everything within a hundred miles froze, as if time had stopped. Qing could feel her body, but she couldn’t move, not even her fingers controlling the strings. Even the leaves stopped swaying. Yu Keke, her eyes glowing white, was like a death god shrouded in mist.

    “What’s going on? Is this time stop? No, if it were, I wouldn’t be able to think…”

    “You must be confused. Little Yun is usually the one fighting, protecting me, the weak one. But even I have someone I want to protect…”

    Yu Keke walked towards Qing, leaving white footprints on the ground, like adding color to a monochrome world. Qing hoped the silver strings in the forest would stop her, but Yu Keke walked right through them, the strings, which could cut through rock and wood, snapping like dried noodles against a stone.

    “Wow, Little Yu is so strong! I didn’t realize it before. She seemed so weak in bed, always begging for mercy. Was she just trying to protect my ego?”

    Luo Yuxi, still a doll, looked at the transformed Yu Keke in shock. This powerful aura was completely different from her usual demeanor. Thinking back, her pleas for mercy in bed must have been an act.

    “I thought I had finally become the dominant one…”

    Luo Yuxi recalled her “one versus four” victory, remembering Yun Keke’s mocking expression and Yu Keke’s shy blush.

    “Is weakling big sister giving up already? Truly a weakling~~”

    “B-Big sister, please let me rest, I’m a little tired…”

    Luo Yuxi was suddenly pulled from her reverie and into Yu Keke’s embrace, a thrill of excitement running through her. Yu Keke held the doll tightly, as if holding the entire world.

    “Thank goodness, big sister, I finally saved you! When you were taken by the witch, I thought I would never see you again…”

    Luo Yuxi felt a warmth spread through her, even in her doll form, the feeling of being held so tightly touched her heart.

    “Big sister, don’t worry, I’ll change you back…”

    “Little Yu… I… wait, I never realized Little Yu was so… well-endowed?”

    Luo Yuxi’s initial emotion was replaced by surprise as she felt the softness against her face. She had been so focused on Yun Keke, always captivated by the bratty witch, that she hadn’t noticed Yu Keke’s… assets.

    “Give her back! Give her back to me!”

    [Unique Magic: Thousand Strings!]

    Qing, breaking free from the magic, launched her strings at the doll in Yu Keke’s arms. Yu Keke, seeing this, quickly tucked the doll into her cleavage, Luo Yuxi momentarily stunned by the sudden “close encounter.”

    “Change my big sister back, and I might spare you!”

    “Give her back to me first!!”

    Qing pulled on her strings, and Qiu, who had been fighting Yun Keke, turned and attacked Yu Keke. Yun Keke, unfazed, landed on the ground, not out of lack of concern, but absolute confidence in Yu Keke’s abilities.

    “I told you, we’re not on the same level. Such petty tricks…”

    Qiu’s blades struck, but instead of blood, they shattered into pieces. Qing bit her lip, drawing blood, her previous confidence gone. Even after dozens of rounds with Yun Keke, it had all been child’s play for her.

    “What’s mine, I will take back…”

    “Take back…? You think I’ll let you escape…?”

    Yu Keke raised her hand, and Qing’s body was torn apart in an instant. Yu Keke looked at the scattered remains without emotion. Luo Yuxi was horrified.

    “So… so brutal…”

    Yu Keke crouched down, examining the remains. Luo Yuxi closed her eyes, afraid to look, then cautiously opened them after hearing Yu Keke click her tongue.

    “She’s not here…”

    Luo Yuxi looked at the fragments, but instead of gore, there were only broken puppet pieces, no sign of Qing, not even Qiu.

    “Don’t worry, Little Yu, she can’t run far. But big sister looks so cute like this~”

    “Little Yun, stop it, let’s change big sister back… She must be uncomfortable as a doll, without consciousness…”

    Yu Keke gently took out the doll. Luo Yuxi wanted to tell her she was still conscious, but even as a doll, her movements were too small to be noticed. Yu Keke channeled magic into the doll, neutralizing the spell.

    “This should break the Doll Transformation…”

    The small doll in Yu Keke’s arms instantly transformed back into Luo Yuxi, her alluring nun’s habit, pink hair and eyelashes, tempting lips, slender legs, and ample bosom. She was now being held like a princess by Yu Keke.

    “…”
    “…”

    “Little Yu…?”

    “I also think big sister is more charming when she’s quiet…”

    “I didn’t even say anything…”

    “It’s okay, I understand.”

    …

  • Back to Three Years Old: Crushing Scumbags on a Parenting Reality Show 131p1

    Chapter 131p1

    “It’s okay, I told you I was fine, Yan Yan, don’t be scared.”

    “Yan Yan, come sit closer, you can sit on this bed.”

    “Hey, there are cookies on the table, Yan Yan, are you hungry?”

    “Yan Yan…”

    …

    Chatter, chatter, chatter…

    “Will you shut up and let the doctor examine you properly!” Wei Chengli said, his initial worry turning into a throbbing headache.

    Of course, he asked her to be quiet because he was worried, definitely not because the little rascal never chattered like this with him.

    “Why should I be quiet! I have to watch carefully!” Wei Maomao said, tilting her head as she cooperated with the doctor, raising her arms, kicking her legs. “Why should I shut up, does the doctor need to examine my mouth!”

    It was her fault earlier, she was too focused on pooping and gathering evidence, she was worried about Yan Yan walking around and slipping, but she forgot that the six-year-old Yan Yan would be scared, she spoke too loudly in her panic, and scared her to tears. Now she had to seize the opportunity and comfort her properly.

    “… “ Wei Chengli, speechless from the little rascal’s retort, was so angry that he almost headbutted something.

    But that little menace, after annoying him, turned to Yan Yan as if nothing had happened.

    “Yan Yan…” Wei Maomao said, struggling to turn her head to look at Cheng Tingyan as she lifted her chubby foot according to the doctor’s instructions.

    “Maomao, focus on your checkup, we’ll talk later.” Cheng Tingyan said softly, interrupting the little chubby bunny’s call, she glanced at Wei Chengli, who was leaning against the wall, looking exasperated. Seeing the little chubby bunny pout, about to speak again, she blushed slightly and added in a low voice, “I’m fine now, I… won’t cry anymore… I’ll just stay here and not move, you focus on your checkup.”

    Wei Maomao glanced at the stethoscope the doctor took out, she wiggled her body and agreed. “Okay.”

    Wei Chengli: “… “ All his earlier words were wasted!

    The little chubby dumpling was annoying, but her chubbiness was also useful.

    After the doctor finished the examination and asked the little one to demonstrate the falling posture twice on the bed, he concluded that she was fine. Of course, he still reminded Wei Chengli to observe her closely tonight and contact the doctor immediately if there were any problems.

    Wei Chengli, his ears perked up, afraid of missing a single word, nodded repeatedly, he even asked a few more questions before gratefully seeing the doctor out.

    When he turned back…

    Oh, he shouldn’t have turned back, he should have just left with the doctor.

    “Enough, you’re all dirty, and you still have the nerve to get close to Yan Yan.” Wei Chengli said, humming.

    “We’re far apart!” Wei Maomao said, dissatisfied, she gestured the distance between her and Cheng Tingyan with her hands.

    Yes, yes, yes, two chubby fists apart, very far… Wei Chengli rolled his eyes, he reached out to grab the dumpling. “Come on, let’s go take another shower, Dad will wash you, you might slip again if you do it yourself.”

    A bolt from the blue!

    “I’ll wash myself!” Wei Maomao, startled, reacted with unprecedented speed, she quickly took two steps back, dodging Wei Chengli’s attack.

    “No way!” Wei Chengli said firmly, refusing. “What if you slip again! Come on, I still have to wash the bed sheet you rolled on, don’t waste time.”

    “No! I won’t slip here!” Wei Maomao said, scrambling from the bed to the other side. “Boys can’t watch girls shower! I’m not showering! I’m sleeping like this!”

    Wei Chengli laughed in exasperation. “What boy! I’m your dad!”

    “You’re not a boy, are you a girl then!” Wei Maomao said, running around the room like a pig about to be slaughtered, dodging the “butcher’s” attacks again and again.

    “Stop running! You’ll fall again!” Wei Chengli said, stopping, he was about to faint from anger.

    “Well…” Cheng Tingyan said weakly. “Sister Mingming… Girls…”

    “Right, right, right! Let Sister Mingming come in and be with me!” Wei Maomao said, she was also speechless at her own brain for forgetting about Liu Ming. It was mainly because Wei Chengli’s words earlier scared her so much that she almost forgot about Liu Ming.

    It’s okay… She had already been watched pooping… This time, she would just have Liu Ming face the wall.

    “Yan Yan is truly smart.” Wei Maomao said, remembering to be nice, her little face turning towards Cheng Tingyan, her voice sweet.

    Wei Chengli: “… “

    He hadn’t forgotten about Liu Ming, but the little dumpling had just fallen, he was worried, so he wanted to take care of it himself. But this little rascal wasn’t even grateful, it was infuriating! What was wrong with a dad taking care of his three-year-old baby! She was only three years old!

    Wei Chengli, scared and angry from tonight’s events, his head throbbing, then he saw the little rascal, narrowly escaping, lying on the edge of the bed, panting… And Yan Yan, she even went over and patted her back.

    Wake up, Yan Yan! She only ran a few steps! And she’s already panting! Only you would believe her!

    “Then I’ll go find Liu Ming.” Wei Chengli said, unable to watch this drama queen and the naive one anymore, he was about to go and find someone.

    “No, Dad, wait.” Wei Maomao called out, stopping him.

    Wei Chengli turned back, confused.

    Wei Maomao rubbed her belly. “Sister Mingming is busy now, she’ll come and find me after she’s done, let’s wait here for a bit.”

    “Oh, right, she’s mopping the floor over there, right?” Wei Chengli said, looking at the dirty little dumpling. “Are you uncomfortable standing like this? Should I go find another staff member?”

    “No, I’ll wait for Sister Mingming.” Wei Maomao shook her head, refusing. She calculated, the doctor’s examination took a while earlier, they should have found it by now… She would soon know the final result.

    Indeed.

    Liu Ming found it.

    And not just found it.

    “Tsk, this area is truly sticky, stickier than the rest.” Qin Sichao said, squatting next to the green bed, rubbing the hand that had just touched the floor. “This is a bit scary.”

    Shi Dingshan, who had already touched the floor before Qin Sichao, didn’t say anything, his face dark. He had originally come to this villa to see Maomao, but as soon as he reached the first floor, he received a call from Liu Ming. He couldn’t understand what she was saying on the phone, so he came up, and he was truly shocked by what he saw.

    Liu Ming glanced at Shi Dingshan, she didn’t dare to answer Qin Sichao.

    After everyone left the room earlier, Liu Ming, following Wei Maomao’s instructions, used her wet hand to feel the floor, and after finding this anomaly by Wen Jiangyue’s bed, she immediately called Director Shi.

    Unexpectedly, Director Qin also came with Director Shi.

    Although both directors said it was fine to tell them, it wasn’t a secret, Liu Ming still insisted on pulling Shi Dingshan aside and explaining everything from beginning to end.

    Later, Director Shi didn’t hide anything from Director Qin, he summarized the situation. But Liu Ming still cautiously avoided talking to Director Qin.

    After all, this matter, how should she put it… It was indeed a bit scary, just like Director Qin said.

    “Okay, just mop the floor clean. If you can’t handle it alone, call someone to help you clean up, finish it as soon as possible.” Shi Dingshan said to Liu Ming, then looked at Qin Sichao. “Let’s go.”

    Liu Ming was stunned, she couldn’t help but say, “Just mop it clean? Then wouldn’t the evidence…”

    “What evidence? It’s just a patch of floor with some shower gel on it.” Qin Sichao said, looking at Liu Ming. “She could have brought it out on her shoes, accidentally spilled it, it could be residue from the previous guests… There are many possibilities.”

    “But…” Liu Ming said, thinking about the moment the bathroom door opened, seeing the little chubby dumpling sprawled on the floor, pitiful and helpless, she couldn’t swallow this injustice. “The security cameras in the room might have captured it…”

    “With such meticulous planning, would she be caught on camera? Even if she was, then what? Minors under twelve aren’t even criminally responsible for murder.” Qin Sichao said, glancing at the floor next to the bed, he sneered. “Three and a half years old, even if we catch her, it’s pointless. And with just a water bottle and a patch of floor, we can’t even catch her.”

    “Four children, staff members coming and going, many people could have touched those two things. The three children all showered in the bathroom before, and there are no cameras inside, there’s no way to know how that slippery water got there. What you know now is just a suspicion, without evidence, it can easily be refuted by another suspicion.” Shi Dingshan said, looking at the seemingly unconvinced Liu Ming, he sighed and explained patiently, “Maomao, who went in first, said it wasn’t slippery, let’s put her aside for now. Then there’s Yueyue, who went in second, and… Cheng Rongrong, the third. One said it wasn’t slippery, the other said it was, it’s already a ‘Rashomon*’ situation. There are no cameras in the bathroom, how can you determine who’s lying? Of course, you would say that Yueyue’s shoes became slippery because they touched the substance on the floor, that Yueyue wasn’t lying, it was Cheng Rongrong who was lying. But think about it, what if Yueyue was lying, what if she smeared the floor and then misled everyone into thinking Cheng Rongrong was lying?”

    *Rashomon effect: used to describe the phenomenon of the unreliability of eyewitnesses.*

    “And it could also be Little Maomao who smeared the floor between Yueyue and Cheng Rongrong’s beds, making their shoes slippery. Then she went in, made the floor slippery, and pretended to fall. Then she analyzed it for you step by step, using you to mislead others.” Qin Sichao said, his imagination running wild.

    Liu Ming’s head was spinning from their hypotheses, but she still clung to her last bit of rationality, she firmly denied, “No, it couldn’t be Maomao, we heard the sound of her slipping as soon as she went in. She didn’t have time to smear anything and even wash the water bottle.”

    “Haha, don’t be nervous, we’re just making hypotheses. But… since not many people witnessed this, it could be even scarier… For example, they could also say you were bribed, that she actually waited for a while before making the sound of falling.” Qin Sichao said with a smile. “And Yan Yan was outside the door at the time, right? Since they’re so close, people could also say that Yan Yan was lying.”

    Liu Ming took a step back, she felt a bit suffocated.

    “Okay, stop scaring her.” Shi Dingshan said, interrupting Qin Sichao’s rambling, he looked at Liu Ming. “Director Qin isn’t saying you’re lying, he’s just telling you that this evidence is too weak, it can’t withstand scrutiny. We can’t get to the bottom of this. Recently, there have been waves of people online defending the Cheng family and attacking Yan Yan and the other guests, you’ve seen it too, right? Clearly online trolls. It means the Cheng family loves doing this. So guess what, if we have no evidence, and we directly target Cheng Rongrong, make a big deal out of it, the things Director Qin just said, no, even worse things might happen.”

    Liu Ming bit her lip, not saying anything.

    She had to admit, Shi Dingshan was right.

    Today’s incident, it seemed too much like an “accident,” even if they called the police, it would be difficult to prove anything. And the public opinion storm would be terrifying…

    “Anyway, just keep this between us. I’ll talk to Maomao.” Shi Dingshan said, looking at the dejected Liu Ming, his voice softening. “You’re tired today, go and rest, I’ll call two other people to mop the floor.”

    After saying that, Shi Dingshan beckoned Qin Sichao, and they were about to go to Wei Chengli’s room.

    They had already reached the door when a soft female voice came from behind them.

    “You just called Maomao, Yueyue, Yan Yan… and Rongrong as Cheng Rongrong… You… also believe in Maomao’s suspicion, right?”

    Shi Dingshan didn’t answer.

    But Qin Sichao turned around and chuckled. “What else? Do we look like fools?”

    Fools, they were definitely not fools.

    “It doesn’t feel dry and stiff, it must have been smeared recently.”

    “She said it wasn’t slippery when she went in, that means she stepped on it after showering.”

    “It’s a pity the night market ended too late tonight, otherwise, the cameras in the room would still be on.”

    “It’s all your fault, being so considerate, they should have been on!”

    “Who would have thought this would happen, a three-and-a-half-year-old child wouldn’t even think of doing this, I wonder who taught her at home.”

    “My poor Little Maomao, is being cute a crime? To be hated like this…”

    “Wasn’t she quite clever just now? Have you forgotten who was supposed to go in next? Think about it carefully, who was it that you pitied?”

    “… Ah! Damn it!”

  • You’re Not Allowed to Kiss Me Anymore! [Quick Transmigration] 49p1

    Chapter 49 p1

    “Hahaha, Ms. Xu is really drunk!” Director Gao’s hearty laughter broke the stunned silence that had fallen over the room like a blanket of snow.

    Her carefree laughter dispelled the awkward tension caused by Xu Jingyu’s shocking words, bringing the room back to life.

    Meng Wanqing, sobered up by the unexpected turn of events, wiped the sweat from her brow, relieved that Director Gao was oblivious.

    Long live oblivious directors!

    But her own director wasn’t much sharper. She simply nodded, as if suddenly understanding.

    “Oh, so that’s why she called her ‘wife.’”

    “So Ms. Xu gets all lovey-dovey when she’s drunk. Unexpected. She’s quite the charmer.”

    Director Gao nodded in agreement. “She really startled me with that.”

    They continued chatting, their laughter echoing through the room.

    Meng Wanqing rolled her eyes. With their obliviousness, she wondered how they managed to film any love stories at all.

    The assistant director and the cinematographer, however, having overheard the conversation, covered their mouths with their hands, their eyes wide with a mixture of excitement and disbelief.

    The assistant director, unable to contain herself, started trembling, her body swaying slightly.

    The cinematographer, her hand shaking, pinched her arm, trying to revive her.

    “Snap out of it! Pull yourself together!”

    After a moment, the assistant director recovered, her eyes shining as she grabbed her phone and started typing furiously, her message appearing in a group chat titled “Candy Squad.”

    The group had over 30 members, all crew members, their shared obsession clear.

    [OMG, OMG, OMG! (Assistant Director): Guys, I think we’re onto something real!]

    [Yaoyao is my baby! (Makeup Artist): ?]

    [Yaoyao is my baby! (Makeup Artist): What happened? I’m drunk. Just left.]

    [OMG, OMG, OMG! (Assistant Director): You’ll never understand the joy of witnessing this firsthand! You missed out!]

    [Just let me die. (Xi Yue): Get to the point.]

    [Xin Yao is MY wife, not yours! (Cinematographer): Just now!]

    [OMG, OMG, OMG! (Assistant Director): Just now, Ms. Xu, drunk as a skunk, grabbed Xin Yao’s hand and called her ‘wife’! Right in front of us!]

    [OMG, OMG, OMG! (Assistant Director): I was standing right there! It was glorious!]

    [OMG, OMG, OMG! (Assistant Director): They’re totally together! If they’re not, I’ll eat my hat!]

    [OMG, OMG, OMG! (Assistant Director): My ship has sailed! My life is complete!]

    [Yaoyao is my baby! (Makeup Artist): Holy shit!]

    [Just let me die. (Xi Yue): Holy shit!]

    [Just a humble worker. (Qian Yu): Holy shit!]

    …

    [Xiao Cen is working hard today! (University Student): Holy shit!]

    The chat exploded with shocked reactions.

    Their little CP fan group, a mere 30 members, had been operating in secrecy, their shared obsession a closely guarded secret.

    After all, Xu Jingyu had a massive fanbase, and Xin Yao, her reputation still tarnished, had more haters than fans.

    Who would believe them, who would dare to ship them, except for those who worked with them, who witnessed their interactions firsthand?

    Even they had been cautious, only sharing small, seemingly insignificant moments, their interpretations often exaggerated and wishful.

    For example, when Xin Yao napped on set, Xu Jingyu would always sit beside her, reading a book.

    Candy Squad: Totally shielding her from the sun! So protective!

    Or how Xin Yao often treated the crew to milk tea, but knowing Xu Jingyu didn’t like it, would always make her a special cup of red date tea.

    Candy Squad: Obvious favoritism!

    But they had been joking, their interpretations more wishful thinking than reality.

    They hadn’t actually believed it.

    But it was true!

    She had called her “wife”! In public! And Ms. Xu was even being all lovey-dovey!

    Ms. Xu, you’re so in love!

    [OMG, OMG, OMG! (Assistant Director): I’m so excited I can’t stop smiling!]

    [Xin Yao is MY wife, not yours! (Cinematographer): Calm down. I heard the zombie director say you have potential. You look like you’ve been infected. He wants you for a cameo in his movie.]

    [OMG, OMG, OMG! (Assistant Director): No way!]

    [Just let me die. (Xi Yue): I’m jumping up and down at home! My mom thinks I’m crazy!]

    [Just a humble worker. (Qian Yu): Aaaaaaaaaah!]

    [Yaoyao is my baby! (Makeup Artist): They’re actually together! When did this happen?!]

    The group chat was a flurry of excited messages, their joy almost palpable.

    Compared to the chaos online, the atmosphere on set was much calmer.

    Most people, slightly drunk and their minds a bit fuzzy, and the two directors being oblivious, hadn’t noticed the significance of Xu Jingyu’s words.

    The small incident seemed to have passed unnoticed.

    Xin Yao, looking at Xu Jingyu, who was still holding her hand, her gaze softening, a smile playing on her lips.

    Xu Jingyu, usually so aloof and composed, was acting strangely tonight.

    Her expression was calm, but her eyes, slightly unfocused from the alcohol, held a soft, almost vulnerable look, her demeanor unusually clingy and affectionate.

    And she had called Xin Yao “wife.”

    They weren’t even together.

    But the words had slipped out so easily, so naturally, as if she had been saying them in her mind for a long time.

    Xin Yao, hiding her amusement, let Xu Jingyu hold her hand, stepping closer, her voice a soft whisper.

    “I’m not going anywhere.”

    “Don’t hold on so tight. People are watching. Let go.”

    But Xu Jingyu’s grip only tightened.

    “No.”

    As they tugged at each other’s hands, Director Gao, having just returned from seeing off the zombie director, saw them and smiled.

    “You two are getting along so well now.”

    “Since Xin Yao didn’t drink tonight, and you’re staying on the same floor, could you please do me a favor and take Ms. Xu back to her room?”

    “I have to arrange for someone to clean up the set.”

    Xin Yao, of course, wouldn’t refuse.

    “Okay.”

    Meng Wanqing, also slightly drunk and exhausted from the afternoon’s snowball fight, also stood up to leave.

    “Yaoyao, I’m heading out. I’m exhausted. I need a shower and a good night’s sleep. I’ll leave Xu Jingyu to you.”

    Xin Yao smiled and waved.

    “Okay, be careful.”

    The assistant director and the cinematographer, seeing their cue, also prepared to leave, giving the “couple” some privacy.

    Although they really wanted to eavesdrop.

    They were the last ones left at their table, the other guests having already left.

    As Meng Wanqing and the others left, the room fell silent, only Xin Yao and Xu Jingyu remaining.

    The silence after the lively gathering, the dark, starry sky outside, the soft, white snow covering the ground, it all created a strangely intimate atmosphere.

    Winter had arrived early this year.

    Xin Yao looked at the snow, then at Xu Jingyu, her dark eyes fixed on Xin Yao’s face, and smiled, kneeling down before her.

    She looked up at Xu Jingyu’s face, her voice soft.

    “Are you really drunk?”

    “Do you even know who I am? You didn’t just call me ‘wife’ by accident, did you?”

    Xu Jingyu’s eyes, fixed on Xin Yao’s face, her grip tightening on her hand, she nodded.

    “You’re my wife.”

    “Don’t be silly,” Xin Yao laughed. “I’m not your wife.”

    Her denial made Xu Jingyu’s eyes flicker, her long eyelashes fluttering slightly, her expression almost… vulnerable.

    She lowered her head, her voice a soft murmur.

    “You are my wife.”

    “Then,” Xin Yao squeezed her hand, “do you like me now? You can’t call me that if you don’t like me.”

    Xu Jingyu looked up, her beautiful eyes, reflecting the moonlight on the snow, shining brightly.

    But their dark depths still held a certain intensity, a silent question.

    She looked at Xin Yao, her lips pressed together, not speaking.

    Xin Yao, waiting for an answer, finally stood up.

    “It’s cold. Let’s go back. It’ll be difficult to walk if it starts snowing again.”

    Xu Jingyu, so close to Xin Yao, must have heard her, but she didn’t move, remaining silent.

    Xin Yao tugged at her arm, trying to pull her up, but she was like a statue, her body unyielding.

    What was she doing now?

    Drunk Xu Jingyu was surprisingly difficult to handle, her clinginess and her sulking a new and unexpected challenge.

    Xin Yao released her hand, turning to leave.

    “If you’re not coming, I’m leaving.”

    But as she turned, Xu Jingyu grabbed her wrist, her grip even tighter now, almost painful.

    Xin Yao looked back at her.

    Xu Jingyu’s eyes, dark and intense in the dim light, held a mix of vulnerability and possessiveness.

    “Yaoyao, are you leaving me?”

    Why did she keep asking that?

    Xin Yao didn’t understand, but Xu Jingyu’s expressions were always difficult to read, her emotions hidden behind a mask of indifference.

    Xin Yao could only try to reassure her, her hand reaching out to take Xu Jingyu’s.

    “Of course not. Why would I leave you?”

    “I’ve been waiting for you to understand, to come to me.”

    “And even if you don’t, I won’t leave you.”

    As she spoke, it started to snow again.

    If they didn’t leave now, they would be stranded, and driving in a blizzard was dangerous.

    Soothed by Xin Yao’s gentle words, Xu Jingyu finally relented, letting Xin Yao lead her away.

    They stepped out of the warm, brightly lit room and into the snowy night, their footsteps leaving a trail in the fresh snow.

    The moonlight, reflecting off the snow, elongated their shadows, their figures intertwined.

    The set was deserted, only the two of them walking hand in hand through the falling snow.

    As they walked, Xin Yao released Xu Jingyu’s hand, adjusting her scarf.

    Xu Jingyu, obediently, followed close behind.