One day Thomas Edison came home and gave a paper to his mother. He told her, “My teacher gave this paper to me and told me to only give it to my mother.” His mother’s eyes were tearful as she read the letter out loud to her child, “Your son is a genius. This school is too small for him and doesn’t have enough good teachers for training him. Please teach him yourself.”

Many years after Edison’s mother had died, Edison had become one of the greatest inventors of the century. One day he was going through the old closet and he found a folded letter which was given to him by his teacher for his mother. He opened it. The message written on the letter was, “Your son is mentally ill. We can not let him attend our school anymore. He is expelled.”

Edison became emotional reading it and then he wrote in his diary, “Thomas Alva Edison was a mentally ill child whose mother turned him into the genius of the century.”


 
Moral: A Mother’s love and upbringing can help change the destiny of a child.

Third Person's POV

Excited si Marvin ngayong araw dahil isasauli ni Vicky ang kaniyang jacket. Ibig sabihin 'non eh makikita na naman niya ang dalaga. 

"Oh, ang lakas ng amats mo diyan 'pre ah. Si miss byutipol na naman ba 'yan?" Sabi ni Edison sabay kumain ng tipipisong sitsirya. 

"Sino pa ba 'pre? Alam mo namang kahit crush ko lang si Vicky, loyal ako 'don." Sagot niya naman sa kaibigan. 

"Wow! Hanep ka 'pre ah. Vicky na pala tawag mo kay miss byutipol? At kailan naman kayo naging close?" 

Muntikan nang masabi ni Marvin sa kaibigan ang nangyaring masama kay Vicky noong nakaraang araw. Mabuti na lang at naalala niya agad ang paalala ng dalaga na huwag ipagsabi sa iba ang nangyari sa gabing iyon. 

"Siyempre naman, kahit ganito lang ako 'pre marunong din akong mag ninja moves. 'Wag mong ismolin ang pagiging hokage ko." Kompiyansa niyang sagot sa kaibigan sabay nag pogi pose. 

"Aba't kailan ka pa natutong maging hokage 'pre? Isa ka kayang dakilang T-O-R-P-E. Torpe." Pang-aasar niya sa kaibigan sabay tawa. 

"Ows? Pareho lang naman tayong torpe eh. At least ako hindi broken hearted, eh ikaw ba?" Bawi ni Marvin sa pang-aasar ni Edison sa kaniya. 

Muntikan nang masamid si Edison sa kinakaing sitsirya.

"Nasa stage of moving on na kaya ako 'pre." 

"Makakamove-on ka rin sa mukhang pera mong ex. Kapit lang." 

"Maiba tayo 'pre, may plano ka bang ligawan si miss byutipol?" Seryosong tanong ni Edison sa kaniya.

"Hindi pa sira ang tuktok ko 'pre para manligaw sa kaniya. Oo, crush ko si Vicky pero hindi ibig sabihin 'non na liligawan ko na siya."

"Sabihin mo 'pre, torpe ka lang talaga. Saan na ba 'yong pagiging hokage mo?" Pang-aasar na naman ni Edison sa kaniya. 

"Sira." Napatawa siya sa sinabi ng kaibigan.

"Alam mo 'pre walang lugar ang tulad nating mahihirap sa buhay ng mayayamang tao. Kaya't kahit crush ko lang siya, kontento na ako roon." Pahayag ni Marvin sa kaibigan.

"Sabagay. Pero... ilagay nalang natin na magkagusto rin sa'yo si miss byutipol. Hindi mo pa rin siya liligawan?" Patuloy na pangungulit ni Edison sa kaniya. 

"Hay naku! Kung ano-ano nalang pinagsasabi mo diyan. Doon ka na nga lang sa eatery niyo." Saway niya sa kaibigan. 

"Asar." Kantiyaw ni Edison. 

Nagliligpit na ng kani-kanilang paninda ang mga katabing stall ni Marvin.

"Una na kami sa'yo pre. Ingat!" Paalam ng kaniyang kaibigang si Edison bago pinaandar ang motor. Tumango lang siya rito bilang tugon. 

Alas otso y medya na pero hindi pa rin dumadating si Victoria. Naisipan na ni Marvin  na magligpit na rin ng kaniyang mga paninda. 

"Siguro may importanteng lakad si Vicky. Di bale na nga, may next time pa naman." 

Isa-isa niyang inilagay sa malaking supot ang kaniyang mga panindang sigarilyo, sitsirya, kendi at ang mga display na soft drinks naman ay inilagay na niya sa loob ng cooler. Ang mga diyaryo naman ay inirolyo niya at inilagay sa isang kahon. Abala siya sa pagliligpit nang may marinig siyang isang pamilyar na boses na tumawag sa kaniyang pangalan. 

"Vin."

"Vicky?... Akala ko 'di ka dadating kaya nagligpit nalang ako ng mga paninda ko." 

"Sorry if i'm late Vin. Alam mo na, finals. Daming kailangan habulin. Gosh, mabuti nalang at naabutan pa kita rito." 

"Okay lang 'yon. Imbis na puntahan mo ako rito, umuwi ka na lang sana para magpahinga. Mukhang pagod ka yata."

Nakita ni Marvin sa mukha ng dalaga na medyo pagod ito. Marami din itong bitbit na libro at kung ano-anong papel. Kinuha niya ang bitbit ng dalaga at inilagay sa kaniyang kariton. 

"Thanks." 

May kinuha si Vicky sa kaniyang bag at ibinigay niya ito kay Marvin. 

"Here's your jacket Vin. Thank you for letting me borrow it." Abot niya rito. 

"Ano ka ba. Wala 'yon." Nahihiyang tugon niya sa dalaga. Parang nagiging pipi siya kapag kaharap ang kaniyang crush. Di niya alam kung ano pa ang pwedeng sabihin dito. 

"By the way Vin, i'm starving right now. Kain tayo ng dinner sa labas." Sabi ng dalaga habang hawak ang kaniyang tiyan. 

"Ah... Eh ..." Napakamot si Marvin sa kaniyang ulo. "Konti lang kasi ang pera ko ngayon Vicky, medyo matumal ang benta ko ngayon."

"Silly. It's my treat. Bilang pasasalamat ko na rin sa'yo Vin. I won't take no for an answer." 

"Per-"

"No buts. Let's go." Hinila ni Victoria ang braso ni Marvin. Pero umangal pa rin ang binata.

"Teka lang Vicky."

"What?!" Iritang saad ng dalaga sa kaniya. Gutom na kasi siya at heto si Marvin nagpapa hard to get pa. 

"Kasi hindi pwedeng iwanan ko lang 'tong kariton dito sa daan Vicky eh."

"Gosh, I forgot. Well, papapuntahin ko na lang 'yong driver ko rito para may bantay. Is that a deal?" 

"Nakakahiya naman Vicky eh."

"Mamaya na 'yang hiya-hiya Vin. Gutom na talaga ako. Let's go na." Hinila siya ulit ni Vicky at tuluyan na nilang nilisan ang pwesto niya. 

Nasa harap na silang dalawa sa isang Japanese restaurant. Isa ito sa mamahaling restaurant sa bansa. Papasok na sana silang dalawa pero nag atubili si Marvin dahil may kamahalan ang restaurant na 'yon. Iginiit niya kay Vicky kung pwedeng sa Jollibee,Chowking or Mcdo na lang sila kumain, pero di nagpatinag si Vicky. Hinila na naman siya nito papasok sa Japanese restaurant. 

"Order ka lang Vin. Huwag kang mahiya ha?" Sabi ni Vicky sa kaniya. 

"Ah...Kung anong sa'yo, 'yon na rin order ko." Sabay kamot sa kaniyang batok. 

Nginitian siya ni Vicky at tinawag na nito ang waitress at nag order na siya. 

Nag order siya ng Sushi, Yakitori, Tempura Tamagoyaki, Curry Rice at Wagashi for dessert. 

Nag-usap muna sila habang naghihintay sa kanilang inorder.

"This is my favorite restaurant Vin. That's why pinilit talaga kita rito. I just want it to share with you." 

"Ah... Okay lang Vicky. Sa susunod ako naman manlilibre sa'yo." 

"Sure." 

"Pero di ko pa afford na ilibre ka sa ganitong resto." Nahihiyang saad niya sa dalaga.

"Okay lang 'yon uy. Saan mo ba ako ililibre?" Tanong niya rito.

"Uhmmm..."  Nag-isip muna siya kung saan niya pwedeng ilibre si Vicky. "Nakakain ka na b-"

"Mam, sir here's your food. Enjoy!" Hindi na niya natapos ang sasabihin dahil dumating na ang order nilang pagkain. 

"Vin let's bless the food before we eat."

Nag-alay muna sila ng maikling panalangin bago kumain. 

"Ang dami naman nito Vicky. Baka di natin 'to maubos."

"I'm a big eater and besides I told you earlier that I am starving so don't worry."

Nagsimula na silang kumain at nagtatanong din si Marvin kung ano ba ang tawag sa mga pagkain na inorder nila. 

"This is Tamagoyaki or Japanese omellete. You can eat it alone or you can use this as a topping for the sushi." 

Nagslice ng konti si Vicky sa Tamagoyaki at inilagay ito sa ibabaw ng sushi. "I like to eat it like this." Sabay kinain ito. "Heaven!"

Sinubukan din ni Marvin ang ginawa ni Vicky at totoo ngang masarap ito. 

First time na makatikim ng Japanese food ni Marvin at nagustuhan niya din naman ito. Lalong-lalo na at kasama niya pa ang kaniyang crush. 

Pagkatapos nilang kumain ay umuwi na rin sila agad dahil medyo malalim na ang gabi. 
Nag take-out din si Vicky ng Japanese food at ibinigay ito kay Marvin. Nahihiya man ay tinagggap din naman ito ni Marvin. Wala naman din siyang magawa dahil iniabot na ito ni Vicky sa kaniya.

"Thanks for the company tonight Vin... Bye!" Paalam ni Vicky bago tuluyang pumasok sa kaniyang kotse. 

Inilagay niya sa kariton ang mga ibinigay na pagkain ni Vicky sa kaniya at itinulak na ito pauwi. 

Habang binabagtas niya ang daan patungo sa kanila, biglang pumasok sa kaniyang isipan kung magkakagusto rin ba sa tulad niyang isang anak-pawis ang isang babaeng mulat sa karangyaan.

Langit siya, lupa ako...
	
Si Victoria ay galing sa isang mayamang pamilya habang si Marvin naman ay mulat sa kahirapan. Hindi naging hadlang sa kanilang pag-iibigan ang 
 estado nila sa buhay. Tutol ang pamilya ng babae sa kanilang relasyon sa kadahilanang hindi nababagay ang lalaki sa kanilang anak. Ipinaglaban ng dalawa ang kanilang pag-ibig sa abot ng kanilang makakaya. Ngunit... isang kagimbal-gimbal na trahedya ang naganap kung kaya't sila'y nawalay sa isa't isa. Magiging sila pa kaya hanggang sa huli? Magiging sapat kaya ang kanilang pag-ibig para sila'y magkabalikang muli?

Eryn looked up to see Wayne and Elias appearing around the corner.
"So there you guys are," Wayne said, catching everyone else's attention.
The girls had all escaped the huge crowds of the party and hid out in San Jing and her sister's personal courtyard, where it's closed off to the guests. "Come sit down!" San Jing said, gesturing at the empty seats at the huge table they sat around.
Wayne took the seat across from Whitney and Elias sat down next to him, placing his hands under the table to hide his messed-up sleeve from Eryn.
But she saw it anyway.
"What happened to your sleeve?" she asked.
Celeste looked up from her plate. "What?"
Wayne glanced at Elias. "Oh, he almost killed someone, that's what happened," he said casually. He coughed into his arm and Whitney noticed the cold sweat coating the back of his neck.
"Is that true, Elias?" she asked, sitting up on her seat. She frowned and darted her eyes between the two boys.
Elias glanced down at his arm and placed it back up on the table, realizing there was no use trying to hide it now. "Um, yeah," he muttered, picking at the crisp edges of the blue cloth.
"Then what's wrong with you?" Whitney questioned, poking her brother at his side. "What did you do?"
Wayne scowled. "I tried to stop him, that's what. Hell, he scared the crap out of me. I had to burn his arm to get him to stop."
San Jing and Lan Jing snorted. Wayne? Scared? That's something new.
Eryn released a breath, clearly concerned. "What the heck were you thinking, Elias?" she hissed. "How could you do that?"
"He came at me first and put me down, then he threw my crystal in the water," he grumbled, still holding the pendant tightly in his left hand. "It's not my fault. I didn't start it. He asked for it. Literally."
Celeste placed down her chopsticks and leaned forward, intrigued. "Tell us. Who was it?"
"Shane Wang," Wayne answered, crossing his arms.
"What?" Whitney exclaimed. "Who invited him?"
San Jing shrugged. "I don't know. I'm pretty sure Father wouldn't put him on the guest list. Maybe it was one of his friends that were invited, or maybe someone invited his father."
"Who's Shane Wang?" Eryn asked.
"His father is the captain of the city's garrison," Celeste told her. "He's also a disciple at Infernal Spirit Sect. Everyone knows that since he keeps bragging about it when he's home."
"Sect?" Eryn repeated, confused. "What are these sects?"
Wayne grabbed a piece of cake and bit into it. "Well, these sects are where people train their talent. Many powerful people belong to these sects. They also have sorts of military power and are sometimes needed by the Imperial family."
"Shane Wang belongs to the Infernal Spirit Sect, which is one of the second-rank sects. There's the first, second, and third rank. The first rank is the one and only Mystic Sky Sect, which leads the others. In the second rank are the Dark Feather Sect and the Infernal Spirit Sect. Finally, in the third rank are the Cold Moon Sect, the Hero Sect, and the Black Rain Sect. Of course, there are more, but these are the top."
"Each of these sects is led by a grandmaster. There are also teachers and elders, who help the grandmaster lead and train their disciples. Most of them are pretty well-known and powerful."
Eryn gave her brother a look. "Well, you're in trouble now, aren't you?" she said flatly. 
Wayne shrugged. "Eh, like he said, he wasn't the one who started it, and there were many witnesses, so it's not likely they'll come after him."
Ying sat at the far end of the table. "Oh, you'll see," she said. "They'll come...just not for the reason you guys think."
The whole table fell silent as they blinked at her. 
Lan Jing leaned over to her sister. "What's that supposed to mean?" she whispered. 
She shrugged. "Don't ask me," she hissed back. 
Ying got up out of her seat and left. 
She knew they were coming, and she had to leave. She knew they needed Eryn and Elias, but she also knew they were looking for her, the Pheonix.
But she didn't want anything to do with these martial sects...especially how they've failed her father...
______________
It was starting to get late, and many of the guests began to leave for the night, leaving only a few wandering around and helping the servants clean up. 
San Jing and the others left the courtyard to the atrium, wondering if they should help.
Master Jing brightened up when he saw them coming. "Oi! Birthday girl, you should go see the presents that you've got!" he beamed. "Come, come!" 
He led San Jing away to the tables, and suddenly, Chen and Changming came running up to them. They were extra excited when they saw the twins. 
Elias stiffened in surprise as the seven-year-old clung to his leg, looking up at him with a cheeky grin. "Hi, big brother!" he squealed. 
"Ming! Get off of him!" Celeste scolded her youngest brother, prying him away from Elias. "Sorry," she said awkwardly to him. 
Changming wriggled in her grip as she picked him up. "Where's your brother, Channing?" she asked, looking around for her fifteen-year-old brother. 
Chen pointed out the door. "Mom said he ran out with his friends," he said.
Celeste grumbled. "Ugh, again? Does that mean I'll have to take him back?" 
"I don't know..."
Madam Liu suddenly came running up to them. She took the boy from Celeste's arms and took Chen by the hand with her free hand. "It's bedtime!" she announced, taking the two boys along. 
They protested. "No! We want to stay!"
"Be quiet, we're going home!" Madam Liu insisted. She turned to Celeste. "Do me a favor and find Channing. That boy keeps running off, he has no limits!" 
Celeste rolled her eyes. "Okay..." she mumbled, heading for the door. 
"Bye, Celeste!" Whitney called after her, rocking back and forth on her heels. 
This left Wayne, Whitney, and the twins standing alone in the center of the courtyard again. "What now?" Whitney asked. 
Eryn raised an eyebrow. "We clean, of course." 
"..."
The three of them did as they were told and went to help pick up the trash and sort the cups and dishes, giving a hand to the maids. 
By the time they were almost done, Master Xia appeared from inside the halls followed by Master Bai, Edison, and Evelyn. "Ah, so you were here cleaning up," Master Xia said. "Master Jing would be grateful. It's about time to go now, how about you just leave the rest for the maids?" 
Wayne, Whitney, and Elias all glanced at Eryn. 
Eryn straightened up at looked around. Seeing that there were only decorations left hanging up, she agreed. "Alright, then," she said, brushing off her hands. "Let's go."
They headed out the door and noticed that the carriages were missing. 
Wayne whirled around, looking for his father. "Father? Where'd the carriages go?"
Master Xia grinned quite mischievously. "Hehe, actually, I sent them home. Don't you think it's good to have a nice walk every once in a while? Look at the night sky! Ho, ho! Beautiful!" 
Wayne raised an eyebrow as Master Bai walked alongside his father, Edison and Evelyn on his heels. "And...Uncle Bai...?"
Master Bai laughed nervously. "Ahaha...I happened to send my carriages home as well," he said awkwardly. 
Wayne made a face while the twins rolled their eyes. Who would buy that? Clearly, the two Masters were trying to create another chance for another interaction between the twins and their biological father. 
Still, they walked on through the night streets in a small group. 
The twins walked ahead with Wayne and Whitney, who was chattering away endlessly about anything random that comes up to her mind. But they didn't mind, as it filled up the silence. 
Edison trailed closely behind the four, awkwardly trying to find the right moment to fit in with them, eager to somehow join into their conversation. It was hard, for they didn't even seem to realize he was walking behind them. He was like an ant trying to catch the attention of four giants. 
Evelyn trailed behind the two family heads while they walked, refusing to say a single word. 
It was all fine, perfectly fine as they walked through the streets until Elias looked down at his pendant that he reattached to his belt. It was activated again. 
He glanced at Eryn, who was also looking down at her white crystal hanging around her neck.
The twins glanced around. Was there something wrong? 
But it was only them out on the road. 
Elias glanced back down at his crystal and realized that it wasn't buzzing or pulling towards any certain direction like it did the past two times. It only glowed softly, hanging loosely from its chain. 
They continued to walk, aware of their surroundings, but the crystals remained the same, merely just glowing. 
They reached an intersection, the point where the two families had to split ways now. 
"Ay, see you tomorrow, Old Bai," said Master Xia, giving his friend a pat on his shoulder. 
Master Bai smiled. "Yes, see you."
Wayne and Whitney bowed politely as the Bai's turned to leave. 
"Eh? Where are the twins?" Master Xia wondered, searching around. 
Master Bai sighed almost sadly. "It's fine, we'll be going then." He left with Edison and Evelyn and disappeared down the street. 
Master Xia shook his head. "I thought it would work, this time..." he muttered. 
Wayne turned around to see Elias and Eryn already halfway down the street, and he ran to catch up with them. "Hey, wait up!"
He caught up with them and went in front, walking backwards to face the twins as they were talking. 
Eryn snorted as she watched him stumble over a pebble. "So, they're gone?" 
Wayne regained his footing and continued to walk backwards. He nodded. "Yeah, they've probably already reached home," he answered, scratching the back of his neck. "I think that-"
Elias and Eryn both stopped in their tracks and Wayne felt himself crash into something as he took another step backwards. "What the-"
He turned around to and looked up to see two old men staring down at him, both dressed in significant colored robes. They both stood tall and had one arm crossed horizontally under their chests while the other rested at their sides. 
One old man had a wrinkly face and had a long, gray beard, ten times, the one Master Xia had. He was wearing light blue robes with swirling patterns that ran down the seams of the cloth. 
The other one had long, black hair with a few strands of white sticking out here and there. He was wearing striking black and red robes and considerably skinny. 
"Hello, Wayne," the one with the long beard said warmly. 
Wayne stepped back to stand with the twins, who seemed equally surprised. "Who...who are you?" he asked. 

Elias Bai and his elder twin sister, Eryn Bai, are the firstborn children of their generation. The eldest children were always meant to be the most powerful of their sibling group in every family, but when no spirit appeared in the skies when they were born, they were deemed as disgraces with worthless souls. For seventeen years, they were ignored by their own people and left to fend for themselves, trying their best on their own in the little area provided for them in the back of their Bai Family's property while the rest of their family celebrated and trained their other children that were successfully born with notable animal spirits. They have both dreamed of something more, hoping they could leave the place they have been confined to for their whole lives. Then, unexpectedly, the day the youngest member of the family was born, things start to change, for the better and for worse...

"Ling'r, care to explain why Robbie told me you skipped your lectures today?" 

I was in my dad's office, or my future-office I think.

I looked at dad sheepishly. 'Darn Robbie! Why would you snitch on me!' I muttered under my breath.

"Ummmm, hahaha, dad! Why would Robbie tell you that? I didn't do anything at all! I was in every lecture, quietly copying notes," I grinned.

"Don't you dare and try to wiggle your way out of this. You know that I'll only allow you to take part in my business once you're qualified!" he roared.

"Well, if you realized I didn't want to participate in your business in the first place! It was you who forced me into this, dad!" I confidently answered.

"Ling'er how dare you to talk back! This is outrageous! I can't have my daughter being so disrespectful to her elders! You will have extensive courses with your counselor to improve your attitude!" dad fumed.

"Dad! I don't want to go there again. The counselor treats me as if I have some mental problem! But clearly, I don't at all!" I screamed.

At that moment, Robbie walked in with a stack of files. "Boss, these are-" he tried saying when he saw me. "Hello, Miss."

"Robbie! Why did you snitch on me? Now, dad wants to send me back to that darn counselor again! You know how much I hate being in there!" I wailed.

"You! Ling'er, why are you blaming Robbie now? Clearly, you're at fault!" Dad bellowed.

"B-but-" I tried defending myself.

"That's it. Get out of my office! I will schedule a counseling session for you!"

"Fine!" I yelled and stomped away.

I was about to dramatically slam the door shut when I heard Robbie.

"BOSS! Are you okay?" 

Puzzled, I rushed into the office again.

Only to be stopped by his secretary.

"Young Miss, please follow me." She smiled.
"Hold on, where did you come from?" I questioned. If my mind wasn't playing tricks with me, I clearly remember that she was nowhere in dad's office.

"I was always in the office, young miss."

I was bewildered. There was another person in dad's office? I know I'm very oblivious to my surroundings, but I never knew I could be that less attentive.

"But I've never seen you in there, Miss-" I eyed her nametag. 

"Fang."

"Well, maybe I'm that unnoticeable. Anyway, the CEO asked me to take you home. You have another hour before your counseling session starts."

"Darn. I thought dad was joking! Miss Fang, please don't take me to the counselor. I promise I won't rat you out if dad asks," I whispered and looked at her pleadingly.

"Nice try, young miss. However, I take my job very seriously. Let's go!" 

~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•

"Oh, look who's here!" the man smugged.
"F*ck you, Edison. I was forced to come here," I huffed in anger and immediately sat down on a black leather couch with my legs crossed.

"Now, now. What have I said about cussing in my office, Ling'er?" Edison smirked.

"Ugh, whatever. Let's just get this over with."

Edison took a seat on a wooden chair located in front of me.

"Alright, this time, you have been skipping your lectures often. Is something going on?"

"Well, I find this business thing too difficult for me to comprehend," I answered quietly as I twiddled with my thumbs.

"Hmm, that's unusual. The Ling'er I know would never give up. Are you being bullied in college?"

"Haha, what a funny joke! Me? Getting bullied?" I laughed while swatting my hands all over. "If anyone dares to even threaten me, I'll just crush them into pieces," I shrugged.

"If you're not getting bullied, then why would you just run out of your classes like that? " Edison patiently asked.

"I told you, I don't understand anything taught by the lecturer." 

"Are you sure? You could've just asked the lecturer about that topic instead of ditching class so abruptly."

"Edison, you know I would ask teachers about anything. B-but, that incident, is q-quite traumatizing," I replied, my voice getting softer and my words getting incoherent.

That incident was something I wish I could remove from my brain. That incident crumbled my entire world. That incident engulfed me in the darkness for a period of time. 

"Sweetheart, that incident is in the past. That despicable scum has even gotten his punishment. You should let go of the dark spot in your memories," Edison said as he gently patted my head.

"H-how? There are still nights when I have those nightmares. P-plus, you only told me to forgive but not to forget."

Edison looked at me. "Yi Ling, how about we try a new type of therapy. I'll give you an empty journal, and you jot down your feelings into the book. Whether you're over the moon, or you're in the depths of despair, you should still write in it."

"You want me to keep a diary? Edison! You know I don't like keeping diaries!" I said as I rubbed my eyes.

"No no, not a diary. It's a feeling journal. It contains only your feelings and not secrets. Don't you like writing poems? You can always portray your feelings in the form of poems as well," Edison soothingly pacified me.

"B-but I-" I tried reasoning with Edison, only to be interrupted.

"Ling'er, if you keep refusing, I will increase your counseling sessions with me," Edison threatened.

I was baffled. How dare he do this to me? I am his client!

"Fine. But if it doesn't work in three weeks' time, I'll haunt you in your sleep and make you an insomniac," I gave in.

"Wh-who are you?"

"I'm your husband."

"WHAT? Husband? I just turned twenty yesterday!"

"I know, wifey. Now, come here and be a good girl."

"I know karate and taekwando! If you come any closer, I will break your bones!"

"Do you wish to be a widow? My wifey is so violent."

~ • ~ •

Chong Yi Ling just finished high school when her parents told her that she and her older brother would be going back to China to take over their business. Filled with shock, Yi Ling found herself in a private plane with her brother by her side. 

Along the way, she met the infamous rich playboy, Zhang Jin Er. It was okay if both of them had pretended to be strangers, but he was suddenly taking a liking towards her. 

Yi Ling ah, Yi ling. You should have said no when your parents sent you to take over their business.


A/N : First draft = Lots of mistakes

(New version of this chapter completely removed the conflict)

Wang Ming thanked the gods that Lang Lin instantly defused the situation, but what Wang Ming didn't know was that Fu Chunhua and Lang Lin went home both in a bad temper, though they didn't want to show it in front of Wang Ming. 

Wang Ming thanked the gods that Lang Lin instantly defused the situation, but what Wang Ming didn't know was that Fu Chunhua and Lang Lin went home both in a bad temper, though they didn't want to show it in front of Wang Ming. 

After Fu Chunhua, Ming Ming and Lang Lin went home. It was finally time for Wang Ming to open the restaurant for customers. Wang Ming wanted to serve customers as he also had Peng Tong and them there, but didn't think it was too appropriate since Uncle Hou and Fu were there. 

Opening the restaurant door and keeping it open, so that the aroma from the food could make it way out to the street. Wang Ming went inside the get pamphlets he had made to give out to people passing by. Wang Ming remembers that there were people watching the opening ceremony, but since he used over an hour before opening the restaurant, they most likely went on with their business. 

Walking back to the door, the sight by the restaurant door shocked Wang Ming. It had roughly been 5 minutes since he opened the door and to him finding the pamphlets. In that time frame, there had come over 50 customers to the restaurant. Some of them were in groups, such as families and friends some alone, all 16 tables became occupied and a queue had even started to form outside. They had most likely come because of the smell, looking at the people in the queue some were salivating while they were smelling. 

Seeing Louzheng franticly running around taking orders, Wang Ming put down the pamphlets to help him. His initial plan was for Louzheng to take orders and Wang Ming to cook, but since all his food was precooked already. Wang Ming didn't need to do much cooking else from cooking the rice, and then he would only need to plate the food. 

There were three pieces of meat in a clay pot, he had given out seven clay pots already, which meant he had 28 pots left and roughly 80 pieces of meat. This was something Wang Ming needed to track, since when he runs out of meat he would need to close the restaurant. Wang Ming had earned no money yet, so this was the way he had to do things for now. 

Though having so many customers already is a good sign for him and his plans. If he could sell all the food today, he would have enough money to buy even more ingredients to sell. Depending on the earnings he could also hire someone to help him, though this would also depend on the consistency. If his restaurant died down in some days, then he would lose money on hiring an additional worker. 

Helping Louzheng to take some orders to lessen his load and stress. Wang Ming then ran to the kitchen and started to do some simple plating. Wang Ming started to work on the orders by taking out the meat from the clay pots and cutting them each into small cubes and putting them on their respective plates. Since Wang Ming wanted this to be a family restaurant, he wanted the food to look good and appetizing for both old and young. 

He would serve two different versions if there was a family with young children, he would on the plate with meat and vegetables also put two rice balls but he would shape it like a cat's face. Shaping ears with rice and putting some nori on it to form the face. The other version would be with more vegetables and would have a more tidy and clean look. 

Wang Ming and Louzheng worked with great speed and synchronization. Wang Ming felt it was great working with Louzheng, he was very serious and they had good teamwork with each other almost like they had worked together for many years. Many times he didn't even need to tell Louzheng to do something, glancing at Wang Ming once he instantly knew what to do. There were some times where Wang Ming needed to tell Louzheng what to do or correct him, but that was expected. 

Working their way through orders everything went smoothly, after a half hour they had taken orders and served the 1st 16 customers of the restaurant. There were no complaints and everybody were eating happily. Done in the kitchen, Wang Ming then walked around the restaurant to talk with his customers, since he was curious about what they really felt about his dish. Though not wanting to impose on their meals, he only asked and answered short. 

Wang Ming felt satisfied by all the answers he got, most of the customers meant that this was the best braised pork belly they had ever eaten. And the ones that knew a little more about food all praised his effort in making the pork belly tender. Hearing people appreciate all his effort really made it feel great. The most important thing for Wang Ming was that he was satisfied with the dish, but getting recognition from others felt great. 

After talking with all the customers, Wang Ming saw that Louzheng started to take payments and customers leaving. So he made his way back to the kitchen and started to prepare more pork. This was how the four next hours went. 

Wang Ming felt happy that they had sold out only after 4 hours. They had been having customers and a queue since he opened the restaurant. If this kept going, he could probably earn a fortune of millions in no time. 

Everything went great until they went out of stock and had to reject customers. Most of them were ok with it since Wang Ming promised to be back the next day and promised to give 10 percent off for any person who had waited over 30 minutes. 

Though some of them got angry and started to make a ruckus. Wang Ming tried to explain to them and be civil that it would take him at least 8 hours to make the dish. But they still didn't want to hear, so instead of quarrelling with his customers, he closed and locked the restaurant door. Seeing him close the door, and straight up ignored them, the angry customers just walked away vowing to talk shit about the restaurant.

Seeing the angry customers walk away, Wang Ming sighed and went to the cashier box to check on his earnings while Louzheng cleaned up. 

Wang Ming had sold the dish at the price of 125 yuan per serving, which he thought was expensive. But surprisingly enough, none of his customers complained at the price, most likely because of the location of the restaurant and the people roaming around here. If it kept going this way, then Wang Ming would increase the price of the dish. Because the dish took over 8 to 9 hours to complete. 

Taking out the cash inside the cashier box, Wang Ming started to count out loud.

"100"

"500"

"1000"

He kept doing it until he finally reached the last bill which totaled everything up to 9320 yuan. Wang Ming had done some calculations and it should have been 9375 yuan, but most likely Louzheng had done some minor errors when taking and giving back money.

After deducting the money he had used to buy the meat, wine etc. Wang Ming had earned roughly 5 to 6 thousand yuan today. If he kept going like this, he could earn about 150 thousand yuan in a month and close to 2 million yuan in a year. 

But seeing how popular his restaurant already was from only the 1st day, Wang Ming intended to increase the amount of meat he made. From 100 pieces to 200 pieces, though this meant that he would have to get more clay pots and at least 2 more stoves. 

Wang Ming also intended to do take aways, since he only had 16 tables. Takeaway would give the chance to people that didn't want to sit down at his restaurant, but want's to eat at home with their family or friends. 

Having his plan all sorted out, Wang Ming helped Louzheng clean up the rest of the restaurant. Working together it took only 45 minutes before the restaurant was shining clean. 

After they were done Wang Ming told Louzheng about the money they had earned and promised to give him a BIG bonus if it kept going like this to the end of the month. They then both went out, Louzheng home, while Wang Ming still had to buy meat, wine, spices and condiments and new stoves and clay pots.

Wang Ming and his father lost everything when his father got cheated by his wife Wang Ming's stepmom. 

Follow him going from owning a food stand to step after step, opening up a restaurant chain and entertainment empire. In the process, he realizes that to stay on top, you need to be the top dog and is forced to unite the underworld at the same time. 

Along the way, he also picks gets a harem of his own, a beautiful family and the best friends he could ever have. 

Author Note: Hey guys this is the first novel I have written and I hope you guys will enjoy it. It will most likely contain some R-18 scenes though probably, not in the first arc (Unless the majority of you guys don't want R-18 scenes). I will probably put all kinds of R-18 scenes in a side chapter so it will not disrupt the reading for people that don't like it. 

Tags: Harem, R-18, Comedy, Action, Weak to Strong, Hard Working MC, Cooking, Graphical scenes.

After some time both of them get ready wearing the clothes that the hotel staff has prepared for them.
The clothes were comfortable and perfect for the hot weather. 
Xie Ming was wearing a floral cotton dress with a pair of sandals. With her long hair, she was giving an innocent vibes in this look. 
Liwie on the other hand was wearing casual wear as well. He was wearing denim jeans paired with a cream-colored shirt. He seldom wears casual clothes and whenever he does that, Xie Ming feels her heart melting away.
 She feels so proud that this handsome man is hers. She can hug her, kiss her while others can only look at him from afar.
Xie Ming looked at him and nodded in acknowledgment. He looks good in anything he wears.
Xie Ming, who was putting on her makeup and was looking at her from the mirror paused when he suddenly turned to look at her.
Xie Ming shifted her gaze away from him and focused on the liner that she was applying to her eyes.
Liwei smiled when he caught her staring at him from the mirror. He didn't bust her bubble by exposing her that he caught her instead he walked to her and asked casually, " You're ready?"
Xie Ming looked at him from the mirror and hurriedly put her liner down as she was done by applying it. 
" Yes. Just give me a moment."  
She applied lipstick on her lips and checked herself in the mirror for the last time. 
In her last life, she wasn't much interested in getting ready and preferred simple life, but since she came into this world she realized that there is nothing wrong with getting dressed up properly.
With Xie Ming's memory, she manages to look presentable otherwise it would have been hard for her to adjust to this world's fashion.
This place has so many innovative items that she had never seen in her life. They have so many makeup products which makes the process of getting ready more easier and also increased people's dependence on makeup to a certain degree.
Just as a saying goes, everything has its pros and cons. Just like this, the things which made their lives made them dependable on it as well.
When she was done, she looked at Liwei and said, " Let's go." 
Liwei looked at her and wrapped his arm around her waist and left the room.
After getting ready, both Xie Ming and Liwei left their room and boarded their car to go to the restaurant. 
Liwei has reserved a table in a restaurant for their breakfast. The restaurant is luxurious and expensive. 
After breakfast, they had planned to visit the tourist place nearby. Nearby because they had to go to the mall for shopping and they can have lunch there as well since it will be lunchtime by the time they will reach there.
In the car, Xie Ming was admiring the surroundings while Liwei intertwined his fingers with her tightly.
He still cannot believe that they finally reached the advanced level in their relationship.. They finally consummated their marriage. 
And if Xie Ming decided to consummate the marriage with him, then she must have decided to be with him for her life. 
Because he now knows that she isn't the kind of person to make decisions hastily. If she has spent a night with him then she has considered everything and wanted to spend her life with him.
Now he can officially tear that stupid contract that they had made after she woke up from the coma. 
He could not believe that he was the same Liwei who asked for a divorce from her. If she didn't place the condition of waiting for six months at that time then he would have committed the biggest mistake of her life.
Xie Ming, who was looking outside, turned around when she felt his scorching gaze on her.
When she suddenly turned around it caught Liwei off guard. But before he could turn his head away she was able to see the gaze from which he was looking at her. 
Her heart warmed up seeing the gaze in his eyes. People can lie but their eyes can't. If you need to see if a person is lying then you just need to observe their eyes. 
She looked at her and smiled at him. She also tightened her grip on his hand that was holding her.
When Xie Ming and Liwei both reached the tropical garden restaurant which was the most expensive and popular restaurant among the socialites in this area.
Xie Ming got out of the car and entered the restaurant with Liwei. She was surprised to see the restaurant which was designed on the natural theme and there was even a fountain in front of the restaurant.
The manager came to welcome them at the entrance when the waiter informed him about the arrival of Jin Liwei. He knows that Jin Liwei was coming today that's why he came early to check that everything is ready.
Xie Ming was surprised to see the manager coming to pick them up. She turned to look at Liwei with a confused gaze. 
Liwei looked at her and said, " It's my friend's restaurant, that's why the manager knows me." 
This was his friend Bai Su's restaurant where he brought Xie Ming for the restaurant. He always comes here whenever he comes here for the meeting.
When he came here to fix the deal about the restaurant, he visited this restaurant many times. Moreover, Jin Liwei has also invested in this restaurant so he was not only his friend but also the important investor of this restaurant.
Xie Ming's mouth shaped as ' Oh' as she nodded. She thought for a while and shook her head because she doesn't know anything about his friends. 
She doesn't have any memories of his friends. She can't expect much as she knows that the relationship between Xie Ming and was not good that they will know each other's friends as well.
She sighed as they followed the manager who brought them to the private room of the restaurant. Everyone looked at them in envy as their eyes as only a few people could enter the private room. 
Even if someone offers to pay double the price of the room, they cannot get the private room.
There is only one private room in the restaurant and not everyone can enter the private room.
Xie Ming looked around and was looking at the luxuriousness of this place with her mouth parted slightly.
Though the palace was more luxurious than this place however, this place is different from the others.
The palace was full of expensive antiques and decorations and this place was decorated with elegance. The theme of this restaurant was nature and was decorated accordingly. 
Liwei helped Xie Ming sit down at the table and took his seat opposite to her. " Like it?" he said as he smiled at her waiting for her reply. 
Xie Ming smiled lightly and nodded. " It's very beautiful." 
" But it must be expensive right?" Xie Ming asked him in a low voice. 
Though she had everything and her husband is Jin Liwei, the richest man in the country, she can't help but feel bad about it. 
Xiao Li and Empress Dowager in her past life always mocked her for being frugal and cheap minded as she was from a low background.
 But if it weren't for her and her thriftiness they will be short on monthly expenditure every time if things have gone the way they wanted. 
Xie Ming had to cut her expenses off to make up for the loss they made. It's not like she didn't try to stop them, but Empress Dowager always abused her power and she had to give in to her in the end. 
Zhao Ming has a simple mind and she believed that it's a waste of money if we keep wasting our money on expensive things like this. 
Liwei looked at seriously and said, " I know you don't like me to spend money like this but you don't need to worry about money. It's not me who is paying for this meal." he chuckled as he drank the water that the waiter had just served. 
He knows that she does not want to spend money on these things. She was quite uncomfortable with him spending so much on this trip.
He coaxed her saying that he does not get chances to spend his money. If he didn't use her money on her wife then who will spend his money.
Xie Ming raised her brows and asked in surprise, " if you're not paying then who? Didn't you say that you're the one who reserved this table? "
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LW: " You're right. 

My wife is good at cooking, good in medicine, good at being narcissist......and I am sure, she will be good in bed too."

XM: -__- " Shameless"

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It's a story about a girl Zhao Ming who is an Empress of the Ji Dynasty. She was despised as the Empress by her husband and her mother in law. As an Empress, her position in the palace was as low as concubines.

One day she fell in the pond and drowned to death. 

But when she opened her eyes she was in an unknown body and unknown place. It was the 21st century. She transmigrated from ancient times to modern in the body of a girl named Xie Ming who is the wife of the business tycoon Jin Liwei.

This is a story about how two girls switched their souls and transmigrated to different times and places. This story will show their life in different surroundings and finding their true love.

PS. The story of the second female lead and the story of the transmigration to the Ji Empire starts with the second volume.
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A/N

JL: "Do you think, you're some kind of princess or what?"
XM: "I am not any princess, but "Empress" How dare a commoner to talk to the Empress like this. "

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As the gate opened, it revealed a spacious courtyard. There were seven to eight people standing around a table discussing something. Upon hearing the noise, all of them turned around at the same time, revealing expressions of shock and happiness once they saw Yalina.
"Second brother!" Yalina rushed over, and tears started filling up in her eyes.
Han Jin and the others, who were following behind, couldn't help but look at each other. They never would have thought that the cold Yalina actually had such an impulsive side.
Amongst them, there was a young man wearing a black magic robe who looked the most excited. He gently hugged Yalina and loudly laughed. "Haha! I knew it you would be alright. It's impossible for those garbage to be able to hurt our talented girl!"
"Second brother!" Yaline choked. "How come you're here?"
"Of course I had to come! How can I not come after what has happened?!" The young man in the black magic robe became even angrier as he explained himself. "I can't believe Father actually kept it from me. If it wasn't because of Gail who silently told me, I wouldn't have known about it until now!"
"Uncle Gail?" Yalina stunned.
" You… How come you're here?!" After seeing the old man, Yalina's expression became even more surprised, and she even used a respectful form of speech. From what she remembered, Majordomo Gail had never left her father's side; he was like her father's most faithful shadow.
"Second master has never traveled far alone, and I just couldn't rest assured. So I decided to secretly come along with him." The old man helplessly smiled.
"Yalina, Let me introduce you." The young man in the black magic robe moved slightly to the side. "This is Nildak, and this is Milon; they are both..."
"You're from the Eagle Clan?" Actually, even without Edison's introduction, Yalina could already recognize them from the almost identical customised magic armor.
" Yes, Miss," both the soldiers replied respectfully.
"Haha, the truth is, we used to be enemies." The young man in black rob laughed and smacked one of the soldiers on the shoulder twice. "Father had me on house arrest, and these two were responsible for watching over me. They didn't cut me any slack; they wouldn't let me out no matter how hard I tried to convince them. However, when I found out about what happened to you, I patiently talked to them for an entire night. Haha, under my righteous persuasion, they were willing to come to Isolated Cliff City with me!"
" Second Brother… you…" Yalina sighed helplessly.
"What's wrong?" The young man in the black robe was taken aback.
Han Jin and the others were carefully observing them. The Majordomo named Gail, along with the two soldiers, had a graceful and poised aura, along with a look of arrogance albeit humble. It was obvious that they aren't ordinary people. These kinds of characters would actually be convinced with a few words and bear the risk of being accused of betraying the Duke of Solomon, leaving their families behind, to follow a young man all the way here to Isolated Cliff City? That is impossible! That would be a provocation to the authority of the Duke of Solomon, and may even be considered as a subversion!
It would be too naive to be complacent about these kinds of things. In the beginning, Han Jin and the others were a little confused; why was there such a drastic difference between the Duke of Solomon's attitude toward his two sons? But now, the picture seemed clearer; it would be that both of the sons were completely different in the ways in which they dealt with things, be it their temperament or their wisdom. Well, at the least, the Duke of Solomon did not consider his second son to be qualified to inherit his assets.
"I don't want to talk to you!" Yalina rolled her eyes at the young man and turned towards Majordomo Gail. "Uncle Gail…"
The old man shuddered and hurriedly waved his hands. "Miss, please don't do this; just directly call me by my name."
"Uncle Gail, why are you so nervous?" Yalina blinked. "Are you hiding the good stuff?"
Upon hearing what Yalina said, Gail appeared even more anxious and forcefully squeezed a smile. "Miss, you know how little of a fortune I have. How could I have any of the good stuff?"
Edison laughed and said, "Stop being so hard on Chief Gail. You wouldn't be able to imagine how worried we were on the way here. Thank God you're back. If you hadn't come back, we would have entered Tarsaha Mountain to find you."
"It should be that it's fortunate I held you back, or else, Young Master would have directly rushed into the mountains." Although Edison had helped him out earlier, Gail hadn't really appreciated it.
Edison looked awkward and said, "Well, I was just worried."
Yalina was apparently taking the side of her brother, and held on to her brother's arm while wrinkling her nose at Gail. "This just proves that he cares about me."
The jaws of Han Jin and the others hit the floor as they stared at Yalina. Who would have thought that Yalina had this cheerful side to her. Looking at how Yalina was snuggling up to Edison, even Moxinke couldn't believe his own eyes. Was this still the iceberg magus that they knew?
In fact, this was actually pretty normal. Yalina was an iceberg beauty in the academy because she hated the harassment she would receive from others. But if she was to also wear a mask in front of her own family, it would be too boring to live. Plus, she was the pride of the sky; other than her father, who was always too far to reach, and a hypocritical big brother, everyone around her loved and took care of her. She was surrounded by her blood-related family, and behind her were her partners through life and death. There wasn't anything for her to hide. 
Edison's gaze fell on Han Jin and asked Yalina, "Are these your friends?"
Yalina then only remembered that Han Jin and the others had been behind her the entire time. Her face turned red as she remembered the scene that had happened before this. She even couldn't look at HanJin's direction and told Edison, "If it weren't for them, I wouldn't be able to see Second Brother anymore."
Edison's face instantly became serious, and he saluted to Han Jin and the rest. "Thank you to each of you for taking care of my sister along the way. If there's anything for which I can be of help in the future, just let me know, and I will definitely be there!"
Han Jin smiled. Instead of returning the gesture, he just waved his hands and said, "You don't have to be so polite. Since we're friends, it's unnecessary for you to say this."
Han Jin's attitude seem normal to the men of the Reapers Mercenary Team. It would only be possible for a dragon slayer to return the gesture even though they were the elders of the Capital of Elements. Moxinke and the others, who had always been with Han Jin, along with the soldiers of the Mercenary of Red Vanguard, had long been accustomed to Han Jin's strength and did not realize that there was something wrong.
However, Edison's men were furious. Firstly, they didn't understand how Han Jin had played a major role in recent developments. Secondly, Han Jin was too young, and it was impossible for anyone to give him enough importance.
 A man with a fighter badge coldly said, "Such arrogance! Do you even know who's standing right in front of you? Young master is the..."
Before he could finish his sentence, his mouth was hurriedly covered by someone next to him. It was the person who they had met last time, the dean of God's Language Magic Academy, Scott.
Scott was so scared that he had cold sweats. Han Jin's unbridled and mysterious little fireball had left an indelible impression in his mind. If this dragon slayer had been angered, who knows what could have happened?!
Edison glanced at the fighter and said to Han Jin, "This group of lads has been spoiled by us, just ignore him."
Edison's personality was usually one who was carefree, but it was especially so when it was in front of his sister's lifesaver. He didn't even care about whether or not Han Jin returned the gesture. The thing that he was curious about was the flustered look on Scott's face, but now wasn't a good time to ask.
Han Jin smiled without saying anything. Just when everyone thought that the page had been flipped, Yalina suddenly stared at the fighter and shouted, "Who are you to speak when even my Second Brother hasn't mentioned a word!"
Was Yalina angry? Edison scratched his head and felt even more confused. Although he knew that his sister had always had a temper, this was the first time that he had seen her being so protective towards an outsider.
The fighter's face went red and pale, but he couldn't say anything. Among the people there, he was only responsible for running errands - almost similar to a servant; the fact that he didn't immediately faint at the sight of Yalina's sudden outburst already took a lot of perseverance.
"Forget it Yalina. It's not a big deal," Han Jin softly said.
Both Edison and Gail's hearts shrank at the same time. They knew that whenever Yalina was angry, the only thing they could do was to keep quiet. If they ever tried to talk her out of if, it would be like adding oil to a burning fire. However, at this moment, the most shocking thing happened.
Yalina unexpectedly turned her head and snorted. "Lucky for you." Then, she raised a smile and said, "Second brother, hand over your magic crystals!"
"Oh." Edison subconsciously took out magic crystals from his space ring as he was still confused about how his sister had suddenly become so obedient. But then he soon realized that something was wrong. "Why do you need these magic crystals for? I don't have any high-end ones, so these are useless to you."
Yalina rolled her eyes at Edison. "How would you know if they're useless or not?" Edison was also a magician. Even without much power, his status was still there. There were at least dozens of colorful magical crystals that were taken out. Among them, there were a few of them that were either seventh or eighth-grade magic crystals floating in Edison's hand for Yalina to choose.
After a while, Yalina unhappily said, "Second Brother, why are there so few fifth-grade magic crystals?"
Edison became even more depressed. "Why would I be carrying around so many fifth-grade magic crystals?"
Yalina turned her head to Gail and said, "Uncle Gail..."
Gail immediately placed a small sachet with magic crystals on the table. "It's all here, but I don't have many fifth-grade crystals left as well."
"Why do you need fifth-grade magic crystals?" Edison asked out of curiosity. This sister of his had never even cared about seventh or eighth-grade magic crystals. Why did she suddenly take on such a large interest in fifth-grade magic crystals?
Moxinke, Cessacioun and the rest who were standing at the side looked at Han Jin with a weird look; even Sunier glared at Han Jin, her eyes showing that the situation was self-explanatory. As Han Jin noticed everyone's gaze on him, he could only smile to himself. Since when did this girl start to worry about his affairs? As he thought about it, he couldn't help but look at Sunier. He was confronted by Sunier's smile, but her eyes were not smiling.


One of the few self-cultivator who exist in this modern world; due to an unfortunate event, completely destroyed his body in an explosion. Using all his effort to save his primordial spirit, he ended up in an strange magical world and had to start all over again. From a fallen aristocrat to the Warlord of Chaos, this can no longer be summarise as legendary; this is the life of the God of War.

Ming Shu's wedding was the grandest wedding the people in town ever saw.
They saw a lot of things they hadn't seen before.
The hype about the wedding lasted a really long time. During this period of time, Ming Shu would be surrounded no matter which restaurant she went to.
It was an Infanta!
Although this Infanta liked to bully people…
Qin Ling's restaurant opened after a while. Liu Xinyue didn't expect Qin Ling to open a restaurant. She had prepared a rogue shop but realized that Qin Ling didn't open one.
It made Liu Xinyue really angry.
Can you imagine trying your best to win against your opponent with your height but in the end, the other party chose to compete with their beauty?
Liu Xinyue went to the restaurant. The restaurant was already filled with people. It was really lively.
The restaurant operated based on Ming Shu's idea. Every dish was prepared in limited quantity on a first come, first served basis. However, the price was slightly high.
At the start, people with more money came in due to curiosity. However, they were won over quickly by Qin Ling's cooking skills.
You couldn't eat all of the dishes if you only went once. All the dishes could only be ordered once. This tempted the appetites of the customers and they couldn't forget the taste of the food.
Although the rules were a bit strange, it was really delicious. The reputation of the restaurant went up and its business got better day by day.
Qin Ling was really tired, but since she could earn money and let Mother Qin and Father Qin led a better life, she gritted her teeth and persevered.
On the other hand, Ming Shu was more relaxed. But soon, she couldn't relax anymore.
"Lady, something happened at the restaurant." Ah Lu interrupted Ming Shu's quality time with her snacks.
The latter looked up unwillingly. "What? Someone died?"
What is with her "if no one died, don't bother me" tone?
Ah Lu choked before continuing. "Someone got rashes after eating the food from the restaurant and they are complaining that the food is not clean."
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There were many people gathered around the restaurant. They were pointing at it constantly. In the restaurant, Qin Ling was trying to explain to the person who came to find trouble with her.
However, the other party had a loud voice. He totally suppressed Qin Ling's voice.
"Call the officer. I must call the officer. Who dares to come to a black shop like yours? Look at my husband. Look at how he is now."
"You evil merchant. Has your conscience been eaten by dogs…"
"I must call the officers and get them to close down your restaurant. Don't try to harm any other people!"
The other party said their speech excitedly. Every time Qin Ling wanted to speak, she would be interrupted by them. They had gained the upper hand.
"Take her to see Mister Zhou!"
The other party made to grab Qin Ling and drag her away.
Just as they grabbed Qin Ling, a hand appeared and twisted the hand that was on Qin Ling. A scream rang through the restaurant.
The person was lifted up like a bag and slammed down.
Boom—
"Why are you bullying a lady?"
The man's cold voice sounded.
Everyone looked over. A man in black held Qin Ling and looked at the people that were creating trouble with cold eyes.
By the time Ming Shu arrived, everything had ended. Those people were thrown out by the man and the restaurant was heavily damaged. The attendants cleared up the mess with depressed expressions.
Qin Ling sat on a stool. The man stood beside her and accompanied her.
Ming Shu sized up the man. The man looked at Ming Shu too. After that, his gaze landed on Cheng Gui and his eyes froze. The atmosphere became tense.
Cheng Gui only came with Ming Shu. He was not interested in the man at all. He depicted how rich and useless he was and looked away after glancing arrogantly at the man.
The man was puzzled. Did he not recognize him or was he…
However, since he didn't expose him, it was a good thing.
The man looked at Qin Ling. "This matter will not end so easily. We need to find the mastermind behind it."
Qin Ling looked at Ming Shu pitifully. When she heard what the man said, her face changed. "… Why would someone want to frame me?"
"Your business is too good. There is a high possibility that someone from the same industry did it," the man said.
Ming Shu smiled.
"What are you smiling at?" He remembered this lady. She was the one that ran away with Qin Ling.
"No reason."
"…" Your smile was so obvious, how can there be no reason?
Ming Shu ignored the man's weird look. She found a chair for Cheng Gui to sit and then took some desserts from the back. "Did you recognize the people from today?"
"No… no." Qin Ling shook her head. "I have never seen them before."
"It must be people from town. Ask your men to look for them," Ming Shu said.
"What do you want to do?" The man frowned.
Qin Ling's eyes were red. She agreed weakly. "It should not be difficult. I will ask my attendants to look out for them."
Ming Shu acknowledged her. "What shall we eat for dinner?"
Qin Ling calmed down. She asked obediently, "After this happened, we won't be able to operate today. There are still a lot of things left in the kitchen. What do you want to eat?"
Ming Shu listed out some dishes.
The two of them went into the kitchen together.
The man: "…" Wait, why didn't anyone listen to him?
It's over?
Not going to solve it?
Cheng Gui looked at him happily. Are you stunned? Hahaha. Finally, I am not the only one that has to endure this torture.
"Ah Lu!" Cheng Gui shouted. "Go and find out who did this."
"Yes, Lord." Ah Lu went off with some other people. The restaurant suddenly became quiet.
The man hesitated before finally opening his mouth. "I have heard much about you."
"You must have heard a lot of bad things, right?" The reputation of his Host was not especially good.
The man: "…" How should he continue this conversation?
Cheng Gui sat comfortably. "Say, if I capture you, what will the emperor reward me with?"
The man glanced at the door and seemed certain. "If Lord Cheng wanted to capture me, you would not send those people away."
Cheng Gui pulled up the corners of his mouth. "I don't need them to capture you."
The two of them didn't seem to be arguing but in reality, they were both on their guard, keeping the other party from taking any actions first.
"What do you want?" If he really wanted to catch him, why would he be talking to him?
Cheng Gui, rich and useless: "This is my territory. I hope that you will not come here anymore."
"This…" How did this place become your territory?
"The emperor just gave this piece of land to Infanta Minghui." Cheng Gui was not polite at all. "I am her husband so this is my territory too. I don't care what grudges you have with the emperor. I just hope that you will not implicate her."
The man's voice was indifferent. "I am just passing by. I will leave soon."
"That would be best. I don't want anyone to tattletale and say that the leader of the rebel army is here." Cheng Gui smiled playfully. "Please leave now."
The man was still worried about Qin Ling, but Cheng Gui asked him to leave really firmly. His tone was casual, but his words were hard. He thought about his identity and knew that he should not interact too much with Qin Ling.
The man cupped his hands. "I will take my leave."


Imagine having the opportunity to be able to enter different worlds created by numerous novels and stories. Which kind of role would you like to play? 

Do you want to be the illustrious protagonist, either good or evil; or just be a supporting role standing behind the protagonists? 

Our villain boss Ming Shu would, however, choose none of the above. Claiming missions from the Harmony System, and driven by her endless passion for snacks, the world traveler, Ming Shu, embarks on the path to make the mission target hate her as much as possible by gaining Hatred Points. But it turns out she is not alone on her journey… 
 


JUDGMENT 

Use the wisdom, knowledge, and legwork of other people 
to further your own cause. Not only will such assistance 
save you valuable time and energy, it will give you a 
godlike aura of efficiency and speed. In the end your 
helpers will be forgotten and you will be remembered. 
Never do yourself what others can do for you. 

TRANSGRESSION AND OBSERVANCE OF THE LAW 
In 1883 a young Serbian scientist named Nikola Tesla was working for the 
European division of the Continental Edison Company. He was a brilliant 
inventor, and Charles Batchelor, a plant manager and a personal friend of 
Thomas Edison, persuaded him he should seek his fortune in America, giving him a letter of introduction to Edison himself. So began a life of woe 
and tribulation that lasted until Tesla's death. 
When Tesla met Edison in New York, the famous inventor hired him 
on the spot. Tesla worked eighteen-hour days, finding ways to improve the 
primitive Edison dynamos. Finally he offered to redesign them completely. 
To Edison this seemed a monumental task that could last years without 
paying off, but he told Tesla, "There's fifty thousand dollars in it for you-if 
you can do it." Tesla labored day and night on the project and after only a 
year he produced a greatly improved version of the dynamo, complete 
with automatic controls. He went to Edison to break the good news and receive his $50,000. Edison was pleased with the improvement, for which he 
and his company would take credit, but when it came to the issue of the 
money he told the young Serb, "Tesla, you don't understand our American 
humor!," and offered a small raise instead. 
Tesla's obsession was to create an altemating-current system (AC) of 
electricity. Edison believed in the direct-current system (DC), and not only 
refused to support Tesla's research but later did all he could to sabotage 
him. Tesla turned to the great Pittsburgh magnate George Westinghouse, 
who had started his own electricity company. Westinghouse completely 
funded Tesla's research and offered him a generous royalty agreement on 
future profits. The AC system Tesla developed is still the standard today but after patents were filed in his name, other scientists came forward to 
take credit for the invention, claiming that they had laid the groundwork 
for him. His name was lost in the shuffle, and the public came to associate 
the invention with Westinghouse himself. 
A year later, Westinghouse was caught in a takeover bid from 
J. Pierpont Morgan, who made him rescind the generous royalty contract 
he had signed with Tesla. Westinghouse explained to the scientist that his 
company would not survive if it had to pay him his full royalties; he persuaded Tesla to accept a buyout of his patents for $216,000-a large sum, 
no doubt, but far less than the $12 million they were worth at the time. The 
financiers had divested Tesla of the riches, the patents, and essentially the 
credit for the greatest invention of his career. 
The name of Guglielmo Marconi is forever linked with the invention 
of radio. But few know that in producing his invention-he broadcast a signal across the English Channel in 1899-Marconi made use of a patent 
Tesla had filed in 1897, and that his work depended on Tesla's research. 
Once again Tesla received no money and no credit. Tesla invented an induction motor as well as the AC power system, and he is the real "father of 
radio." Yet none of these discoveries bear his name. As an old man, he 
lived in poverty. 

In 1917, during his later impoverished years, Tesla was told he was to 
receive the Edison Medal of the American Institute of Electrical Engineers. 
He tumed the medal down. "You propose, " he said, "to honor me with a 
medal which I could pin upon my coat and strut for a vain hour before the 
members of your Institute. You would decorate my body and continue to 
let starve, for failure to supply recognition, my mind and its creative products, which have supplied the foundation upon which the major portion of 
your Institute exists." 

Interpretation 
Many harbor the illusion that science, dealing with facts as it does, is beyond the petty rivalries that trouble the rest of the world. Nikola Tesla was 
one of those. He believed science had nothing to do with politics, and 
claimed not to care for farne and riches, As he grew older, though, this ruined his scientific work. Not associated with any particular discovery, he 
could attract no investors to his many ideas. While he pondered great inventions for the future, others stole the patents he had already developed 
and got the glory for themselves. 
He wanted to do everything on his own, but merely exhausted and impoverished himself in the process. 
Edison was Tesla's polar opposite. He wasn't actually much of a scientific thinker or inventor; he once said that he had no need to be a mathematician because he could always hire one. That was Edison's main 
method. He was really a businessman and publicist, spotting the trends and 
the opportunities that were out there, then hiring the best in the field to do 
the work for him. If he had to he would steal from his competitors. Yet his 
name is much better known than Tesla's, and is associated with more inventions. 
The lesson is twofold: First, the credit for an invention or creation is as 
important, if not more important, than the invention itself. You must see use 
the credit for YOUR self and keep others from stealing it away, or from piggybacking on YOUR hard work. To accomplish this you must always be vigilant 
and ruthless, keeping YOUR creation quiet until you can be sure there are no 
vultures circling overhead. Second, leam to take advantage of other people's work to further your own cause. Time is precious and life is short. If 
you try to do it all on your own, you run yourself ragged, waste energy, and 
bum yourself out. It is far better to conserve your forces, pounce on the 
work others have done, and find a way to make it your own. 
Everybody steals in commerce and industry. 

I've stolen a lot myself. 
But I know how to steal. 
Thomas Edison, 1847-1931 

KEYS TO POWER 
The world of power has the dynamics of the jungle: There are those who 
live by hunting and killing, and there are also vast numbers of creatures 
(hyenas, vultures) who live off the hunting of others. These latter, less 
imaginative types are often incapable of doing the work that is essential for 
the creation of power. They understand early on, though, that if they wait 
long enough, they can always find another animal to do the work for them. 
Do not be naive: At this very moment, while you are slaving away on some 
project, there are vultures cirding above trying to figure out a way to survive and even thrive off your creativity. It is useless to complain about this, 
or to wear yourself ragged with bittemess, as Tesla did. Better to protect 
yourself and join the game. Once you have established a power base, become a vulture yourself, and save yourself a lot of time and energy. 
Of the two poles of this game, one can be illustrated by the example of 
the explorer Vasco Nliiiez de Balboa. Balboa had an obsession-the discovery of EI Dorado, a legendary city of vast riches. 
Early in the sixteenth century, after countless hardships and brushes 
with death, he found evidence of a great and wealthy empire to the south 
of Mexico, in present-day Peru. By conquering this empire, the Incan, and 
seizing its gold, he would make himself the next Cortes. The problem was 
that even as he made this discovery, word of it spread among hundreds of 
other conquistadors. He did not understand that half the game was keeping 
it quiet, and carefully watching those around him. A few years after he discovered the location of the Incan empire, a soldier in his own army, Francisco Pizarro, helped to get him beheaded for treason. Pizarro went on to 
take what Balboa had spent so many years trying to find. 
The other pole is that of the artist Peter Paul Rubens, who, late in his 
career, found himself deluged with requests for paintings. He created a system: In his large studio he employed dozens of outstanding painters, one 
specializing in robes, another in backgrounds, and so on. He created a vast 
production line in which a large number of canvases would be worked on 
at the same time. When an important dient visited the studio, Rubens 
would shoo his hired painters out for the day. While the dient watched 
from a balcony, Rubens would work at an incredible pace, with unbelievable energy. The dient would leave in awe of this prodigious man, who 
could paint so many masterpieces in so short a time. 
This is the essence of the Law: Lern to get others to do the work for 
you while you take the credit, and you appear to be of godlike strength and 
power. If you think it important to do all the work yourself, you will never 
get far, and you will suffer the fate of the Balboas and Teslas of the world. 
Find people with the skills and creativity you lack. Either hire them, while 
putting your own name on top of theirs, or find a way to take their work 
and make it your own. Their creativity thus becomes yours, and you seem 
a genius to the world. 
There is another application of this law that does not require the parasitic use of your contemporaries' labor: Use the past, a vast storehouse of 


knowledge and wisdom. Isaac Newton called this "standing on the shoulders of giants." He meant that in making his discoveries he had built on the 
achievements of others. A great part of his aura of genius, he knew, was attributable to his shrewd ability to make the most of the insights of ancient, 
medieval, and Renaissance scientists. Shakespeare borrowed plots, characterizations, and even dialogue from Plutarch, among other writers, for he knew that nobody surpassed Plutarch in the writing of subtle psychology 
and witty quotes. How many later writers have in their turn borrowed 
from-plagiarized--Shakespeare? 
We all know how few of today's politicians write their own speeches. 
Their own words would not win them a single vote; their eloquence and 
wit, whatever there is of it, they owe to a speech writer. Other people 
do the work, they take the credit. The upside of this is that it is a kind 
of power that is available to everyone. Learn to use the knowledge of the 
past and you will look like a genius, even when you are really just a ever 
borrower. 
Writers who have delved into human nature, ancient masters of strategy, historians of human stupidity and folly, kings and queens who have 
learned the hard way how to handle the burdens of power-their knowledge is gathering dust, waiting for you to come and stand on their shoulders. Their wit can be your wit, their skill can be your skill, and they will 
never come around to tell people how unoriginal you really are. You can 
slog through life, making endless mistakes, wasting time and energy trying 
to do things from your own experience. Or you can use the armies of the 
past. As Bismarck once said, "Fools say that they leam by experience. I 
prefer to profit by others' experience." 

Image: The Vulture. Of all the creatures in 
the jungle, he has it the easiest. The 
hard work of others becomes his work; 
their failure to survive becomes his 
nourishment. Keep an eye on 
the Vulture-while you are 
hard at work, he is cirding above. Do not 
fight him, join 
him . 
Authority: There is much to be known, life is short, and life is not life 
without knowledge. It is therefore an excellent device to acquire 
knowledge from everybody. Thus, by the sweat of another's brow, you 
win the reputation of being an orade. (Baltasar Graciän, 1601-1658) 

REVERSAL 
There are times when taking the credit for work that others have done is 
not the wise course: If your power is not firmly enough established, you 
will seem to be pushing people out of the limelight. To be a brilliant exploiter of talent your position must be unshakable, or you will be accused 
of deception. 
Be sure you know when letting other people share the credit serves 
your purpose. It is especially important to not be greedy when you have a 
master above you. President Richard Nixon's historie visit to the People's 
Republic of China was originally his idea, but it might never have come off 
but for the deft diplomacy of Henry Kissinger. Nor would it have been as 
successful without Kissinger's skills. Still, when the time came to take 
credit, Kissinger adroitly let Nixon take the Hon's share. Knowing that the 
truth would come out later, he was careful not to jeopardize his standing in 
the short term by hogging the limelight. Kissinger played the game expertly: He took credit for the work of those below him while graciously 
giving credit for his own labors to those above. That is the way to play 
the game.

I thought to myself 
with what means, with 
what deceptions, with 
how many varied arts, 
with what industry a 
man sharpens his wits 
to deceive another, 
and through these 
variations the world is 
made more beautiful.

Old Buffon was famous, but there were not many people who had seen him, and these people were mostly at the top of the pyramid. Now, Old Buffon was like an ordinary old man, bringing his lady on the street. The looked like an average middle-aged couple.
Yang Ming was holding Wang Xiaoyan and Shu Ya, walking in front of them like a playboy who came out to have fun, but it didn't look strange. It must be known that on the streets at night, most of the people who had women on the left and right like Yang Ming, were playboys who came out to have fun.
"It's been a long time since I had this ordinary feeling." Old Buffon said with some emotions as he took his lady's hand. When he came out previously, he was usually with a team of followers. There was no sense of freedom.
"Yeah, this feeling of tranquility is so good." Mrs. Buffon had not relaxed as such in decades. After marrying Old Buffon, she lived a life where she would not walk out alone.
"Hehe, but I only have this sense of security because I am coming out with Master and Master's Wife Wang. Going out with them is better than a team of guards!" Old Buffon was feeling somewhat complacent.
Yang Ming and Wang Xiaoyan didn't need any disguise. However, Shu Ya was a public figure. At this moment, she had to wear a pair of big sunglasses to cover her face, but she couldn't conceal her elegance. She attracted a lot of attention from many young boys, even when walking on the street.
"Yang Ming… you see that person..." Suddenly, Wang Xiaoyan next to Yang Ming squeezed his hand and spoke softly.
In fact, without Wang Xiaoyan's remarks, Yang Ming had noticed a man in a black trench coat not far away. This person was actually the God Racer Charles who they met in Song Jiang!
"What's wrong?" Shu Ya looked at Yang Ming and Wang Xiaoyan with a little doubt. She did not know why they suddenly stopped.
"I saw an acquaintance." Yang Ming whispered. "But I don't really want him to see us here."
Yang Ming and Wang Xiaoyan had always pretended to be ordinary in the face of Charles, but it was somewhat inexplicable if they suddenly appeared in Europe. Besides, Yang Ming and Wang Xiaoyan thought that Charles' behavior was sneaky. They wanted to see what he was doing.
They saw Charles lowering his cricket cap, and the collar on the trench coat was set up to cover most of his face. If Yang Ming and Wang Xiaoyan did not have a deep impression of this person, they would not have immediately recognized him.
Charles was squatting there, seeming to wait for someone. However, if Yang Ming was going to the business street, he must pass by Charles. Therefore, Yang Ming turned to talk to the Old Buffon couple and said, "I have something to do temporarily. You should go shopping first. I will meet you later. Little Ya, you also follow Old Buffon. Yanyan and I will meet you later."
"Okay." Old Buffon nodded and took the ladies away. He also understood that since Yang Ming said this, there must be something important.
Shu Ya also knew that Yang Ming definitely had something important to do. Since he kept Wang Xiaoyan with him, Shu Ya could guess what the matter was, so she nodded immediately. She was not an indecisive woman. She understood that staying here would only cause trouble for Yang Ming. If Yang Ming wanted to protect her, it would seriously affect Yang Ming's plan execution efficiency.
Wang Xiaoyan was different; she did not need Yang Ming's protection.
The reason why Yang Ming handed Shu Ya to the Old Buffon couple because he was assured that no one dared to touch the Old Buffon family in Europe.
After the three of them left, Yang Ming and Wang Xiaoyan hid in the dark, quietly watching Charles' movement.
After a closer look, Yang Ming found that Charles was not waiting for someone, but he was looking thoughtfully in the direction of a restaurant far away.
"What is this guy looking at?" As Yang Ming said this, he also looked in the direction of the restaurant with his special abilities.
"Who knows? Is he going to assassinate someone?" Wang Xiaoyan guessed.
There weren't many people in the restaurant, and it seemed that someone had booked the whole restaurant. Many black-shirted men were patrolling in the doorway. There was only one table with people in the restaurant. It was a somewhat majestic old man, waiting quietly there.
Beside him, was a blond girl. Although she could be claimed as beautiful, according to Yang Ming's aesthetic standard as an Asian, he did not quite like this kind of European and American beauty.
After a while, the old man looked at the watch on his wrist and frowned. It seemed that he was waiting for someone, and that person did not come on time.
"There is an old man in the restaurant, and a young foreign girl who seems to be waiting for someone," Yang Ming told Wang Xiaoyan.
"Are they waiting for Charles?" Wang Xiaoyan said casually.
"Waiting for Charles?" Yang Ming was stunned. He thought Charles was observing the target, but now it seemed that this was not the case.
"How can you see it?" Wang Xiaoyan was a little curious. She stood with Yang Ming. She didn't even see the figure in the restaurant, and Yang Ming could actually observe so meticulously!
"My vision is better." Yang Ming could only explain it like this. He still had something to hide from Wang Xiaoyan.
"Why do I feel like you are like Conan with electronic glasses?" Wang Xiaoyan glanced at Yang Ming and said, "I'll try to get closer to see. Maybe there is someone I know."
After that, she walked forward without waiting for Yang Ming to speak. Although Yang Ming wanted to say something to stop her, he dismissed the idea after thinking about it. This road was not very wide. There was no obstruction on the roadside. If they got too close, they would inevitably be discovered by Charles.
But even if he were discovered by Charles, he didn't care. At most, they could just sit down and talk. Yang Ming wasn't afraid of him.
The old man in the restaurant looked at the time again and suddenly frowned. Yang Ming guessed that it was probably way past the agreed time, so the old man would have this expression.
The old man took out his phone and dialed a number. What surprised Yang Ming was that Charles actually took out his phone at the same time. After looking at it, he then pressed the hang-up button.
The old man frowned and put down the phone, then picked up the phone irritably and continued to dial the number. Charles once again took out his own phone.
"Hello?" Charles picked up the phone.
"Where are you? When are you coming? It's been half an hour after the agreed time!" asked the old man.
"I... have something to do temporarily. I can't go..." Charles obviously had a guilty conscience.
"You are nearby, right? I'll get people to find you!" The old man hung up after he finished, and then he commanded a black-shirted man waiting at the side. The black-shirted man brought the others walking out of the restaurant. They began searching around the restaurant in all directions.
Charles hung up the phone. After seeing this scene, he turned and ran in Yang Ming's direction abruptly. Wang Xiaoyan's attention was at the restaurant. She did not expect Charles to turn away abruptly from the front and run toward her. Wang Xiaoyan was shocked.
Wang Xiaoyan did not know about the conversation between the old man and Charles. She suddenly saw Charles turn around, thinking that Charles had noticed her following him. She did not think about dodging. Instead, she took on a posture to face the enemy. It made Yang Ming a little dumbfounded.
Yang Ming was too late to warn Wang Xiaoyan because Charles had seen Wang Xiaoyan. Charles also had a hint of surprise on his face.
"You… what are you going to do?" Charles asked in a panic. He couldn't understand how Wang Xiaoyan suddenly appeared here and blocked in front of him. Was she hired by my father?
"What am I going to do?" Wang Xiaoyan paused. "Didn't you discover me?"
"Why would I discover you?" Charles listened to Wang Xiaoyan's words and knew that there was a misunderstanding between them. He couldn't help but laugh. "Never mind. Let's run quickly. We will talk later!"
After that, Charles ran away. Yang Ming and Wang Xiaoyan couldn't figure out the current situation, so they had to run with Charles. They were like running a street marathon. They kept running forward together. After about four or five streets, Charles stopped.
Fortunately, all three of them were assassins. They had received strict physical training, so they did not gasp for air due to the lack of physical strength after a long run. It was like nothing for them.
Charles knew his own condition, so he was not surprised that he was fine. Instead, he had a strong suspicion of Yang Ming and Wang Xiaoyan.
Logically, except for athletes, any average person who ran so far without preparation would have more or less some discomfort. At the very least, he would gasp. After all, exercise for so long would increase lung capacity.
However, Yang Ming and Wang Xiaoyan did not have any adverse reactions. This made Charles very curious. "Do you often exercise?"
"En, bed exercise." Yang Ming nodded and said seriously.
"Ah?" Charles was stunned.
"Don't talk about this first. Why did you run just now?" Yang Ming also saw Charles' suspicion, so he responded with the "bed exercise" to brush him off and to distract Charles' attention.
"Can I not run? Didn't you see people coming out of the restaurant to catch me?!" Charles said with a lingering fear.
"Catch you? Catch you for what?" asked Yang Ming.
"It is a long story!" Charles was not very familiar with Yang Ming, so he didn't say too much. "Are you free now? Let's sit down and have a drink! I didn't expect to meet acquaintances here."
"Let's go. We don't have anything to do anyway." Yang Ming nodded and said.
So they entered a small bar on the side of the road, found a small booth, and sat down.
"Charles, now you can't deny it. Do you have a business in Europe?" Wang Xiaoyan asked with an enigmatic smile.
Charles didn't have any strange expressions. After all, when he was talking to Yang Ming, he had already changed his words and admitted that he had a business in Europe.
"It seems that you know me very well." Charles did not deny what Wang Xiaoyan said before. "Who are you exactly? I think we seemed to have met each other accidentally."
"It's really just an accident." Yang Ming said, "But there is one thing I don't think we have to hide it. If I am not wrong, we should be in the same profession."
"Same profession, what do you mean?" Charles was stunned. "You are also a racer?"
"You should understand what I mean." Yang Ming continued, "I am not a racer, but I am an assassin."
Yang Ming had learned from Wang Xiaoyan that there was no conflict between Charles and her. There was no deep hatred between them, so Yang Ming did not intend to beat around the bush with Charles. If he wanted to make a non-famous assassin group to grow, besides his own powerful strength, he still needed to get some help.
Charles' family was one of the best assistants, the third-ranked assassin group in the world. Its name was second only to the King of Assassins and the Butterfly Family.
To be honest, Yang Ming did not really want to have anything to do with the Butterfly Family. Yang Ming was a more casual person who did not like the kind of life that others had arranged for him.
Although Fang Tian was his master, he did not want to follow the intention of his master to marry a little princess of the so-called Butterfly Family who he had never met. This kind of marriage without love was destined to be a failure, a tragedy.
Although the King of Assassins ranked first in the world, it was just a person. In addition to Fang Tian, ​​the single commander, the two left were Yang Ming and Dong Jun.
Dong Jun was a god of thieves, not an assassin, so Yang Ming was the only one who could make a move. Although he had the name of the King of Assassins, the resources he could borrow were limited.
Yang Ming could rely on the power of the Butterfly Family. He believed that the Butterfly Family was also willing to provide the necessary resources, but the marriage contract had become a thorn in Yang Ming's heart. Therefore, Yang Ming did not really want to trouble the Butterfly Family.
The more he owed them, the more difficult it will be when it was time to pay back. In the end, the favor would be returned with his body, then it would be f*cked up.
Therefore, Yang Ming had no choice but to find a third-party assistant. After Yang Ming knew Charles' identity, he locked his target on Charles.
Initially, Yang Ming wanted to return to Song Jiang, and then find a suitable opportunity to talk with Charles openly, but he did not expect to meet Charles in Europe.
Although this was a bit hasty, since Charles had already seen the existence of Yang Ming, Yang Ming also decided to reveal his identity.
"What?!" Charles's face suddenly changed. He didn't think that Yang Ming was actually an assassin! However, the people in the assassin world rarely knew that he was the family heir. How did Yang Ming know this?
"Hehe, don't deny it so soon. The reason why I said so much to you is that there is no conflict of interest and hostility between us. Therefore, we can sit and talk so much. Otherwise, you would be dead already." Yang Ming smiled faintly.
After listening to Yang Ming, Charles obviously had some disdain. Although he was committed to his racing career, he had undergone rigorous assassin training since he was a child. He was not someone that could be killed easily.
"Is it?" Charles extended his hand to grab the wine glass on the table disdainfully, but he suddenly found out that the glass disappeared all of a sudden. He looked up. The wine glass was quietly placed in front of Yang Ming. Charles suddenly was shocked in his heart.
Charles didn't notice when Yang Ming took the wine glass! If Yang Ming did something at this time, then he might be dead now.
Thinking of this, Charles suddenly burst into a cold sweat. "You… you two… who sent you guys?"
"No one sent us." Yang Ming shook his head. "I didn't think I'd see you here. My idea was to go back to Song Jiang and find another chance to talk to you in detail, but I didn't expect to meet you here."
"What do you want?" Charles looked nervously at Yang Ming.
"We want nothing for now. We just want to get in contact with you with this identity." Yang Ming said, "I think we can discuss the specific plan after we go back to Song Jiang."
"Do you mean cooperation between the two parties?" Charles was not stupid. He immediately understood Yang Ming's intention.
"Almost." Yang Ming nodded and said.
"Since you know my identity, you probably understand my situation too!" Charles suddenly smiled bitterly and said, "I am actually not interested in the career of the assassin. My favorite career is racing! This is my ideal and pursuit. As for family matters, I think it is boring!"
"I have heard of this." Yang Ming said, "But, do you want to keep going like this? As far as I know, you are the only heir to your family. If you go to race cars, what will your family do?"
Yang Ming's words seemed to tug at Charles' heartstrings. Charles bowed his head in pain. He kept scratching his head, and his face was very pained. "I understand what you're saying, but... but if you make me do things that I don't like just for the family, I will really go crazy!"
Yang Ming looked at Charles's present situation, and there was some sympathy in his heart. The fate of children of these big families was destined at birth. In the eyes of outsiders, although they were having a good time, they had their own difficulties.
They also wanted to have their own lives. Charles in front of him was like this. But thinking about it, wasn't Wang Xiaoyan beside him the same? She tried to create the world's number one assassin group. Wasn't it a tool for her to get her family to compromise?
"I know, but everyone has his own responsibility! This is decided since birth. It can't be helped." Yang Ming sighed.
"The person inside the restaurant is my father. He told me to go back in the name of arranging my marriage, but I know that he wants to catch me and put me under house arrest. I will not be fooled!" said Charles.
Charles' words stunned Yang Ming. He didn't expect the old man in the restaurant to be Charles' father. This family was really dramatic. The father tried to set up his son; the son tried to set up his father too.


Yang Ming is an underachiever in high school. Unmotivated, he skips class to shoot pool, cheats on his exams and gets into fights. However, by an act of goodwill and fate, he obtains some high-tech contact lenses that give him superpowers. Together with his gangster street-smarts and ruthless fighting skills, it doesn't take long for him dramatically change his life for the better.
As his journey unfolds, he battles against society's big guns and attempts to bring justice into an unjust world. Along the way, he has many interesting and romantic encounters with the ladies who are charmed by his shameless flirting.
How will he use his superpowers?
Will he be able to overcome evil and bring justice to the world?
Who will he choose to be with at the end? 
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