Chapter 15: Liu Wangjiang’s Ambition

Lu Family Villa, Bedroom.

Lu Qingqi, in SpongeBob SquarePants pajamas, sat cross-legged on his oversized bed, scribbling intently in a notebook with a pen.

“Thirteenth trial of the triple-ability combo: Killer Move Hypothesis Experiment,” he wrote.

He pointed a finger at the fat cat napping under the bed.

[Killer Move Prototype: Master’s Obedient and Exquisite Little Female Dog]

Instantly, the cat’s dingy white fur turned snow-white and fluffy. Its bloated body slimmed rapidly, fat vanishing, transforming into a delicate, petite female cat.

The cat’s eyes opened, pink hearts glimmering in its dark pupils. As it tried to stand, a wave of ecstasy hit, collapsing it to the floor, limbs splayed, drool pooling from its mouth.

Lu Qingqi leaned over, muttering, “Dabai, you’re leaking a lot. I’ll have to mop again.”

“Can cats even leak like that?”

Dabai only gurgled contentedly, hearts in its eyes pulsing, saliva flowing faster, body limp and overwhelmed by bliss.

Lu Qingqi jotted in his notebook: Experiment Successful.

His repeated failures against Liu Wangjiang had taught him his powers couldn’t directly affect his rival. So, he shelved revenge, focusing instead on mastering his abilities and awaiting new ones.

Where there’s a will, there’s a way. The 120 Qin passes fell to Chu. Hard work pays off. Three thousand Yue soldiers crushed Wu.

His current powers—[Gender Swap], [Mental Domination], [Forced Extreme]—were direct. But indirect powers, like meteorite spells, rain curses, or even a feces summoning spell, could target Liu Wangjiang’s house, not him.

No need to defeat him—just disgust him.

Or go extreme. With weekly powers, he wasn’t ordinary. If he drew immortality, he’d outlive Liu Wangjiang by decades, dancing disco on his grave or bungee-jumping over his tombstone.

A gentleman’s revenge waits ten years—or decades!

Mess with me? You’re kicking an anvil!

His phone rang. It was Yuki Shirahara.

“Hey, Xue’er, what’s up?”

“Qingqi, do you have Xiao Yan’s contact info from the party?”

Lu Qingqi rolled his eyes. Xiao Yan again.

Her kneeling stunt had made her infamous among Nanbo City’s second-gens, though not in a flattering way. Friends had pestered him for her contact, drawn by her beauty and willing to pay—100,000 for a fling, even. Her banquet performance had sparked bids for her info.

Lu Qingqi found her to kneel for him? I’ll pay to play games with her.

Second-gens loved their twisted “letter” games.

Xiao Yan was a bombshell! A top-tier socialite!

But why did Yuki want her info? Friends asking made sense, but his girlfriend?

Suspicion flickered, but he brushed it off, spinning an excuse. “No clue. She’s just an online friend. Lost contact after the party.”

Yuki hung up, standing on her balcony, staring out blankly.

Liu Wangjiang approached silently, jingling a silver bell. “Find anything?”

She shook her head, eyes vacant.

“Then go.” Liu Wangjiang pocketed the bell. “Your last painting was good. I submitted it to the exhibition.”

Yuki’s eyes lit up. “Thank you, Brother Wangjiang!”

He chuckled, patting her shoulder. “The artist’s path is narrow—only one can pass. You know what to do for your dream.”

“I promised: when I achieve my goal, you’ll be famous.”

Yuki nodded and left.

Liu Wangjiang studied the bell.

Hypnosis? Not quite.

True hypnosis needed drugs, equipment, and time to plant mental traces. This was just psychological nudging.

Humans with strong desires chase their obsessions like carrots dangled before livestock.

“Xiao Yan…” he mused. Lu Qingqi’s evasiveness suggested he knew her whereabouts, but Yuki’s influence as his girlfriend wasn’t enough to crack him.

“Qingqi’s 26 now—an adult. Childbirth past 30 is risky.”

“Time to advance the plan. Turn him into a girl before 30. Four years left…”

Murmuring, bell in hand, he continued, “I’ll shape him into someone I like, but first, I’ll smooth his rough male edges. Four years is enough.”

“And Xiao Yan… she’s a variable I need to track.”

“Brother Liu, your medicine’s ready, meow~” Yan Qing’s voice called.

Liu Wangjiang stepped out. Zhang Junfang handed him the medicine, which he set aside.

He crouched, ruffling Yan Qing’s hair, and handed him a key. “Here, kid. Visit anytime. I’ve got candy, and I want to hear more about Sister Xiaoyin and Brother Zhao.”

Yan Qing’s orange eyes sparkled as he took the key. “Got any catnip? I love that smell, but Teacher says it’s bad for cats… boo-hoo…”

Zhang Junfang’s hand clapped over Yan Qing’s mouth. Smiling, he deflected, “Kids say the darndest things. We’ll head out, Mr. Liu. See you next time.”

He whisked Yan Qing out of the villa.

Outside, Zhang set the boy down, glancing at the psychological evaluation in his briefcase—the lowest-scoring one.

Question one: Do you prefer men or women?

Liu Wangjiang’s answer…

Zhang Junfang’s mouth twitched.

These rich kids… their minds are more twisted than most.