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Chapitre 1

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"The Powerful Beauty and the Peerless Heiress" by Tong Xiaoyan

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While shopping at the supermarket, she inexplicably offended a spoiled young master.

Being tricked into time travel

The most embarrassing thing is that the moment he transmigrated, he knocked out a guy he shouldn't mess with, who was supposedly the youngest Minister of War in history, enjoying the emperor's favor?

I'm speechless...

They sought refuge in a brothel.

However, with pursuers everywhere and one's nature difficult to suppress, how can one conceal one's sharpness?

A sinister and wicked general, a cold-blooded and ruthless crown prince, a brilliant and talented scholar, a mysterious and unpredictable demon—who is whose target?

Recruiting thugs, disguising myself as a man, battling treacherous officials, and navigating among handsome men and beautiful women—watch as I, a peerless lady, display unparalleled elegance and charm.

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Chapter 1 Offending the Young Master

I'm so angry!

I'm not just a little angry!!

I'm extremely, extremely, extremely angry!!!

—Especially after seeing my mom and older sister's smug smiles!!!!

Why is fate so unfair? The prize I won at the supermarket—round-trip tickets for two to Paris for a week—is now being kissed passionately by my older sister, who's all smiles.

Paris, my city of lights, my city of flowers, my dreamland, a place teeming with countless artists, a place I've longed to visit for so long!

But all they could do was watch helplessly.

I, I, I have a very, very important qualification exam tomorrow!

"Yanyan, be good and do well on your exam." Mom said, packing my luggage with great enthusiasm, "We'll have the Louvre, and the Eiffel Tower too."

My older sister rushed over, hugged me, and gave me a big kiss: "Darling, I love you to death. Don't worry, when I buy cosmetics and pretty clothes, I'll definitely remember to get you some too, hehe."

"I don't want to! I want to go to Paris!" I shouted angrily. How could I have such a mother and older sister?

"Yanyan, my little hunting dog, remember to take good care of it. If it falls out with even a single hair when you come back, you'd better watch out." Mom gritted her teeth, waved her hand, and opened the door.

"Little sister, and remember to weed my rooftop rose garden, and water it every day." My older sister gave me a threatening look first, then gave me a flirtatious wink, and swayed out the door, slamming the door shut behind her.

Tears streamed down my face.

I ran to the window, pulled back the large curtains, and leaned over the balcony to watch my mom and older sister gracefully raise their hands, flag down a car, and disappear in a flash.

"Hey, don't forget what you said!" I yelled at the back of the car. My older sister's white arm swung outside the car, indicating that she heard me.

I rolled my eyes. These two are hopeless romantics and directionally challenged; they'd better either get lost in Paris or fall for a handsome guy and never come back.

How did I end up with two such mothers and older sisters?

I'm so depressed.

I closed the door and went to buy a week's worth of groceries.

I'm a night owl; I usually sleep during the day. Every nightfall marks the start of my day. I live online, writing novels, playing games, and chatting about love. I've always believed that black is more captivating than white; the night holds more stories, more mystery and charm than the sunlit day. Many things in the night are rich and profound, captivating us for a long time, and then the next day, when the sun rises, everything vanishes like pure white snow.

I love this kind of life.

Actually, it's better that Mom and my older sister are gone. With those two super fujoshi and homebodies around, there wasn't a moment of peace at home. Add to that a hunting dog, an owl, a flock of pigeons, my sister's rose garden, and the screams from watching horror movies in the middle of the night, and I've always suspected that Mom's early widowhood and my sister's never getting married weren't because they were too picky, but because no one dared to want them. Of course, only I can say this; if anyone dared to say it to me, they probably wouldn't even know how they died.

Hmm...

Carrying large bags and small packages, I was drenched in sweat. Where was the taxi? Why hadn't it come yet? I waved my hand anxiously, fanning myself; I couldn't stand even slightly hot weather more than anything else in my life.

With my eyes slightly narrowed, I finally saw a silver-gray taxi approaching. It was still quite a distance away, so I quickly raised my finger. Unexpectedly, I heard a soft sound beside me, and a very nice car had silently glided out and come to a smooth stop next to me.

"Thank you, Lido Garden." My eyes lit up, and I quickly opened the car door and climbed in.

The air conditioning in the car is so comfortable! I let out a happy sigh and settled into my seat, watching the people coming and going outside with blissful contentment.

The car drove very fast, and rows of houses quietly receded into the distance.

Huh, what's this?

I sat up abruptly: "Hey, where are you driving to?"

"Finally found it? What do you think?" A lazy, suppressed-chuckle voice came from ahead.

The driver turned around, took off his sunglasses, and looked at me smugly with his arms crossed.

"It's you?!" I was a little surprised, then sneered, "What, you didn't win the lottery and want revenge? What are you trying to do by driving here?"

He raised his handsome eyebrows and said irritably, "I don't care about that award. Paris is nothing; I go there several times a year. But you, not only did you steal my award ticket, you also stepped on my foot. What are you going to do about it?"

Are you kidding me?!

If he hadn't shamelessly insisted on taking the same prize ticket from me at the supermarket yesterday, I wouldn't have bothered stepping on him. Humph, even if I hadn't struck first—and even if I hadn't, if I had just stepped on his foot to try and take something from him, he should be celebrating! He still dares to cause trouble? He's really fearless.

However, what I didn't expect was that the lottery ticket would win the grand prize that drove my mom and older sister crazy.

"Oh, so what do you want to do?" I asked, pursing my lips slightly.

Chapter 2 Be My Girlfriend

He looked me up and down, then suddenly laughed: "You're not bad looking, why don't you be my girlfriend? How about it? I'm very picky, it's not easy to be my girlfriend."

"Be my girlfriend?" I frowned.

“Yes. Think about it?” He leaned closer.

I tilted my head and, mimicking him, scanned him from head to toe.

"How is it?" He smiled, his eyes crinkling slightly. "Not bad, right?"

"Haha." I nodded, then laughed exaggeratedly twice: "Not interested."

His face fell, and he snapped, "Why aren't you interested? Aren't I handsome? My family is rich, why don't you like me?"

I stared at him curiously, then suddenly asked.

"Little friend, have you graduated from kindergarten yet?"

Handsome? Rich? Ha!

I laughed so hard I almost slid off the sofa.

His face gradually turned pale, and sparks flew from his eyes.

"Is that all you see? Kindergarten?" he repeated in an icy voice.

I stopped laughing, but couldn't help rolling my eyes.

"Get out of the car!" came the angry voice.

Are you angry over this?

They still refuse to admit their immaturity; they're nothing but parasites. One test and their true colors are revealed. These scions of wealthy families can't stand the slightest setback or cold shoulder. They're arrogant and think the world should revolve around them. If anyone doesn't give them face, they immediately act like they've stepped on their tail, wishing they could jump as high as they can.

You want to cause me trouble again? Are you kidding me?

I smiled slightly, dragged my things out of the car, slammed the door shut, and kicked it shut. Feeling much better, I laughed and strode forward.

"Stop right there!" came a furious shout from behind.

I can't be bothered with him.

He ran a few steps, caught up with me, grabbed my arm, and glared at me fiercely: "Damn woman, what do you want?"

Wait, are you kidding me?

"What do you want? Did I step on your tail?" I stared at him, bored, as he grabbed my arm, and I felt like yawning.

"You!!" he exclaimed, speechless with anger.

"How am I?" I asked with a smile.

Want to mess with me? You'd better think twice before you try.

He stared at me, the sharp look in his eyes gradually fading. Beneath my indifferent smile, his expression slowly revealed a hint of complexity.

"You'll regret it."

"What a joke! I, Lin Qingyan, have never regretted anything. If you're thinking of regretting it, let me tell you, that's even more impossible."

I casually slapped his hand away, not bothering to glance at him again. Rich young masters always think they're so important, as if losing him, or offending him, is a huge deal.

That's childish and immature.

His grip suddenly tightened, squeezing me tightly. Anger surged across his face. He gritted his teeth: "Say that again?"

"Hey, my arm hurts so much! Let go!" I got angry and shoved him away hard.

"If you're going to act crazy, do it alone. Don't drag me into it. I don't even know you!" I said angrily as I walked away.

He reached out, and I was pulled around, bumping into his arms again.

"You'll regret this, I promise." Ignoring my struggles, he pressed me down, leaned close to my ear, and whispered, his voice low and slow, carrying a profound meaning, a strange mix of expectation and struggle.