"Boss~~ I'd like a stir-fried rice noodle," Aunt Li said with a playful grin to the bald man behind the counter. "To go, please~"
The boss, who was busy tossing the noodles in the wok, shuddered slightly before replying, "Sure, how spicy?"
"Mmm, what do you think?"
"Uh… mild spice, beautiful?"
"Fine."
The boss swallowed hard and glanced up at Aunt Li and Bai Yuyou standing before him. The two women formed such a stark contrast—one like a demon, the other like an angel.
"Come, child, have a seat." Aunt Li led Bai Yuyou to a table. Staring at the girl's expressionless yet delicate face, she hummed and said, "Little Shuang is almost at the age for marriage."
Bai Yuyou lifted her beautiful eyes and murmured, "Mhm."
"Didn’t you say… you two were married?" Aunt Li covered her mouth, giggling.
Bai Yuyou immediately nodded. "We are married…"
"Ye Shuang said so…"
But then she hesitated, whispering, "But… a marriage is only for two."
"Chen Qin likes Ye Shuang… I also like Ye Shuang…"
"I don’t understand these things, but I want to stay with Ye Shuang forever…"
"I only want Ye Shuang…"
Aunt Li propped her chin on her hand, studying Bai Yuyou. Suddenly, she remembered a girl from years ago who had drunkenly mumbled those same words—I only want Ye Shuang—her face flushed red.
[Ugh, so annoying! What’s so great about that Zhao Mengyao? Why does Ye Shuang treat her like that, rushing to pick her up even when he had a fever? She acts like a princess without even being one…]
[If it were me, I’d never treat him like that. My precious, I wouldn’t let anyone else trample over him…]
[What does love even matter? I’m prettier and better anyway. Even if none of that counts, I just want Ye Shuang…]
[If I had one chance, I’d never let go…]
Looking at Bai Yuyou now, Aunt Li felt she understood Ye Shuang’s thoughts a little better. She spoke softly, "Baby Yuyou, you know, marriage isn’t just about liking someone."
"It involves love, responsibility, loyalty, and more." Aunt Li wiggled her slender fingers, painted with purple nail polish. "Right now, you don’t understand any of this. If Ye Shuang ever has to make a choice, you might not even be able to stand beside Chen Qin."
Bai Yuyou frowned. "Responsibility…"
"Exactly. And because of that responsibility, Ye Shuang can’t—and won’t—choose you while you’re still so naive." Aunt Li pinched Bai Yuyou’s cheek gently, smiling.
"Because you don’t understand, but he does."
"Be a good girl and listen to Auntie. You need to grow up quickly, learn what love really is. Otherwise, Ye Shuang might leave one day."
The moment she heard that Ye Shuang might leave, Bai Yuyou blurted out, "I… don’t want Ye Shuang to leave."
"Here’s your stir-fried noodles, beautiful. That’ll be 30," the boss called out. Aunt Li stood up, scanned the payment code, then winked at Bai Yuyou. "Let’s go, baby Yuyou."
"Okay…"
Following Aunt Li, who strode ahead in her stockings and high heels, Bai Yuyou quietly digested everything she had just heard.
……
"What took you so long?" Chen Hai grumbled when Aunt Li returned.
She sat down and placed the noodles on the table. "Ugh, then don’t eat it."
"Tch."
Just then, the burly boss—whose arms were tattooed with Hello Kitty—brought out a plate of skewers and added, "And a dozen oysters coming up."
"Got it."
Chen Hai poured Ye Shuang a cup of tea. "Alright, let’s start with some tea before the drinking begins. Tonight’s the real deal!"
Ye Shuang took the cup and sipped.
A few seconds later, he set it down, deadpan, then picked up a lighter from the table. With a whoosh, the entire cup burst into flames.
"What kind of flammable tea is this?!" Ye Shuang snapped.
"Hahahaha!"
As they ate skewers and shook dice cups, the group chatted casually about old times. With the alcohol loosening his tongue, Ye Shuang shared quite a bit—though the moment Zhao Mengyao’s name came up, he clammed up and changed the subject. Chen Hai and the others understood, smoothly moving past it.
They all knew—Zhao Mengyao had gone from being Ye Shuang’s white moonlight to his black moonlight, a forbidden topic, something he refused to speak of.
Ye Shuang couldn’t move on. He blamed himself for not realizing sooner, for not leaving Zhao Mengyao earlier, for not preventing his parents’ tragedy. He was that kind of man—one who shouldered all the blame, who always turned the fault inward.
If time could rewind, maybe Ye Shuang wouldn’t have pursued Zhao Mengyao at all. But there were no second chances. Regret had no antidote, and neither did lingering sorrow.
The only remedy was to steel oneself, brace for the worst, and act with no regrets.
After several rounds, Ye Shuang’s face was flushed red. Chen Hai, also tipsy, slurred, "Got any water?"
"Here." Ye Shuang handed him a clear glass.
Chen Hai took a big gulp—only to recoil, his face twisting as the liquid burned his throat. He flicked his lighter, and the "water" ignited into flames.
"Holy hell, is this pure alcohol?!"
"Hahaha!" Ye Shuang laughed heartily, satisfied with his revenge.
Among them, only Chen Hai’s wife and Aunt Li remained sober—not because they drank less, but because their tolerance was formidable. Especially Chen Hai’s wife, petite as she was, was a legendary drinker who had once outlasted an entire table.
The night deepened.
The open-air eatery buzzed with noise, the scent of charcoal and oil blending into the air, making the sky feel less dark.
It was about time to head home.
Aunt Li hailed a cab, while Chen Hai and the others called a designated driver to drop Ye Shuang and Bai Yuyou off.
Worried about their safety, Chen Hai even escorted them all the way to the apartment’s underground garage, right to the elevator.
"Little Bai, hold onto Ye Shuang tight. Don’t let him fall."
"Okay…"
Once out of the car, Bai Yuyou wrapped her arms around Ye Shuang’s waist to steady him. She didn’t know what being drunk felt like, but she knew he needed her help now.
Back in the apartment, she guided him to the couch, where he collapsed without another word, only murmuring, "I’m sorry…"
Bai Yuyou didn’t know who the apology was for. She climbed onto the couch beside him, resting her head on his chest. The scent of alcohol filled her nose as she recalled Aunt Li’s words.
"Learn to love…"
"So… we’re not married…"
his freshman year, Su Bai accidentally bound the "Indulgence Tycoon System." 【Sleeping in? Reward: +$1,000】 【Spent $288 at a street barbecue stall? Cashback: +$2,880】 【Dropped $14,396 on in-game skins? Special reward unlocked: A brand-new Porsche Panamera!】 Luxury cars, penthouses, corporate shares, financial empires… College life was all about living freely and doing whatever he pleased! … When the adorably naive academic genius faced family medical bills and financial struggles, Su Bai waved his hand dismissively: "Your future is on me." "Wuwu~ Big Brother is so good to me! I’ll become a scientist to repay you!" When the genius girl got bullied by a shady professor? Su Bai casually dropped a billion-dollar investment, forcing the university to grovel and beg for her return. A company’s funding chain collapsing? Su Bai smirked—cash was the one thing he’d never run out of. Years later, when people traced the rise of the AI prodigy beauty, who was the man behind her success? Not just that—Su Bai also became the tsundere campus belle’s unattainable dream, the contrast senior’s daily necessity, and the beautiful counselor’s emotional anchor…
to panic—he has a system. As long as an investment target dies, he can claim a reward. And since he is immortal, the one thing he has plenty of is time. ... Countless years later. “Immortal Emperor of Longevity? I invested in him.” “Supreme Celestial Venerable? I invested in him.” “Undying Empress? I invested in her.” “...” “Heh. Once they’ve all died, even the Heavenly Dao will have to kneel and call me Dad.”
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
lity and could only live as an ordinary mortal. He only wished to live a peaceful life. Yet he didn't know— The dog he adopted, because it ate his food, became a legendary demon king. The kitchen knife he casually forged became a peerless divine weapon, causing numerous experts to fight desperately for it. The young disciple he took in became an immortal lord that led an era, due to cultivating the techniques Ye Feng taught him. Even the skeletons he looked down on the most were ominous demon kings that suppressed countless worlds. Many years later, looking at the void shattered with a punch, Ye Feng murmured to himself: It turns out the peerless kings were myself all along...
