Chapters

Lu Qingqi gasped for breath, her vision blurring. Yet she clenched her teeth, voice a mosquito’s whine. “No…… no.” Words […]

Liu family, living room. Liu Wangjiang stared at the little white cat—collared yet still hissing at him—his eyes gleaming with

The blue Bentley glided smoothly into the villa’s parking lot, finally easing to a gentle halt in its designated spot.

“What, Xue’er’s in a car accident?” “What happened? Which hospital—I’m coming right now!!” Lu Qingqi hung up, hands trembling. She

Liu Wangjiang dreamed again. It was a lucid dream once more. In the dream, he saw little Lu Qingqi from

“That Truman lived his whole life in a reality show.” “And this Truman’s life—from start to finish—manipulated by a pair

“No.” She refused. “Why?” Lu Qingqi wasn’t pleased. It was a win-win—bliss and cultivation gains; how could she hoard it?

Back in the temporary bedroom, Lu Qingqi slammed the door shut, her chest burning with pent-up frustration. She had no

“What, the kitchen drain’s clogged?” Lu Qingqi had just finished washing the dishes, hands still foamy and un-dried, frozen in

Lunch was sumptuous—meats, veggies, and soup to boot. Though as a rich second-gen, Lu Qingqi didn’t fancy daily abalone, lobster,