Quick Transmigration: My Dad Is a Big Shot
Qin Ye, a sword cultivator, was forcibly bound to the Wild Dad System and sent into countless worlds to act as a father for all sorts of cannon-fodder side characters, whether good or evil. The heiress, driven mad by love, willingly handed over her entire fortune, only for her beloved to turn cold and her end to be miserable? Qin Ye said: "Send her to the desert to eat sand, and when she's done, let her go see the snow. The world is vast—why see only that single toad?" A neglected male supporting character, childhood friend to the heroine, sacrificed everything for her. As soon as the main hero appeared, he was cast aside and, due to his close friendship with the heroine, became the target of relentless bullying from the rich young master? Now, his long-lost father has returned! The supporting character is dazed—my father struggled and became a self-made tycoon? Am I about to live up to his expectations? … Ever since Qin Ye and the Wild Dad System crossed paths, cannon-fodder side characters everywhere found themselves with an unexpected father. Thus, throughout the myriad worlds, a terrifying rumor began to spread: "Just wait till my dad, the God of War, returns—he'll annihilate you all."
Quick Transmigration: My Dad Is a Big Shot
“Dad, I like Gu Yeting—I love him!” Qin Yue knelt on the ground, sobbing uncontrollably.
“What fault does the young miss have? She only fell in love with a man,” Zhang Ma wept alongside her, speaking up for Qin Yue whom she had watched grow up.
The moment Qin Ye arrived in this world, his mind was filled with a buzzing noise. As he stood there, dazed, Qin Yue continued to cry. Seeing that his face remained expressionless, her heart hardened. Somehow, she produced a fruit knife and pressed it against her neck.
“Dad, if you refuse to help the Gu family, you’re refusing to acknowledge me as your daughter. Fine, I’ll die right in front of you!”
“Young miss, what are you doing? Put the knife down, quickly!” Zhang Ma was anxious, wanting to intervene, yet afraid that any sudden movement would agitate Qin Yue into hurting herself. She could only fidget on the spot, helpless.
But Qin Ye’s face was still a mask of indifference.
Qin Yue had always been the apple of her father’s eye, cherished and spoiled since childhood. In the past, she had never needed to go so far—even a few tears would make her father drop his dignity and coax her with all his heart.
She knew how dearly she was loved, and because she knew, she acted so fearlessly.
But now, even with a knife to her own throat, threatening to die, her father still refused her plea.
While Qin Yue found herself in a dilemma, Qin Ye was checking the original body’s obsession.
The attachment was so strong that, if he wished, he could sense exactly what it was: to keep the d
