Several days had passed since the incident involving Luo Che.
The matter with Xu Huan's family had also settled somewhat, and Tang Niu was naturally detained, awaiting a lawsuit from Chen Qin's company.
When someone has influence, they must be careful with their words and actions, avoiding the spread of misguided ideas and values to their devoted fans. The man who once stood in the chicken-eating square shouting "Gaia" had already set an example.
After all these events, the day of the school festival finally arrived.
Apartment, Early Morning.
"Brother, look, Yiwan has a belly now." Tang Keke held up the orange tabby's front paws, its body stretched out like a golden loaf of bread.
"Cats grow quickly," Ye Shuang said.
Yiwan was now around five or six pounds, a far cry from the tiny, frail kitten it had been. Being a long-haired cat, its plump, fluffy appearance made it even more endearing.
"Meow!"
Ye Shuang glanced at the tabby, which had been passed from Tang Keke’s lap to Bai Yuyou’s arms. Watching the girl and the cat together, he couldn’t help but smile.
In a way, Yiwan’s growth mirrored Bai Yuyou’s—little by little, day by day.
Wearing an apron, Ye Shuang prepared breakfast. Today, he was in the mood to make dumplings, stuffed with pork and shrimp.
"Brother, why are you frying the dumplings?" Tang Keke peeked over curiously as Ye Shuang worked the pan.
The kitchen was filled with the enticing aroma of fried dough and oil. Ye Shuang chuckled. "Keke, how do you usually eat dumplings at home?"
"My mom likes to dump them all into a pot of stew, but they always come out mushy," Tang Keke gestured, mimicking the scene. "Just a lumpy mess, like pig slop."
Ye Shuang sighed. "Your mom would be sad if she heard you say that."
Bai Yuyou, drawn by the smell, stood nearby, and even Yiwan stretched its neck toward the pan.
"Ye Shuang, smells good."
"Carbs and fat—of course it smells good." Ye Shuang mixed a flour-water solution. "These are pan-fried dumplings."
Once the bottoms turned golden, he poured in the flour water, covering about two-thirds of the dumplings, then put the lid on.
"Brother, if you’re adding water to boil them, won’t they turn out like my mom’s?" Tang Keke looked dismayed. If they ate them now, they’d be crispy and delicious.
The thought of lumpy dumplings gave her flashbacks.
"They won’t," Ye Shuang reassured her.
Soon, the water evaporated, leaving only a sizzling sound. When Ye Shuang lifted the lid, both girls’ eyes sparkled.
"So fragrant!"
"And they didn’t turn to mush?"
Ye Shuang grinned at their amazement. "See? No lumps, no mush."
He sprinkled black sesame seeds from a small jar over the dumplings before plating them. The bottoms had formed a crispy golden crust from the flour water, and the sesame seeds added the perfect finishing touch. Tang Keke was stunned.
"Brother… can you be my mom?"
Ye Shuang: "?"
Male mom?
The pan-fried dumplings earned rave reviews from both Tang Keke and Bai Yuyou. Considering the latter’s appetite, Ye Shuang fried three or four plates, finally satisfying her.
Watching them enjoy the meal, Ye Shuang, still in his apron, felt a deep sense of contentment.
"Ye Shuang… eat." Bai Yuyou occasionally fed him a piece.
"You eat. I’ll grab my own."
"Oh…"
After breakfast, Tang Keke and Bai Yuyou washed the dishes. Before leaving, Bai Yuyou buried her face in Ye Shuang’s chest for a moment, reluctant to go.
"Brother, it’s the school festival today. Come early—there’s lots of fun stuff!"
"Got it. Be safe, and call me if anything happens."
"Hehe, okay."
After the girls left, Ye Shuang updated his novel. The quiet apartment fueled his inspiration, and before he knew it, he’d finished writing—only to find Yiwan asleep on his lap.
"Alright, time to head out." He scratched the tabby’s chin.
"Maybe it’s about time for your neutering, Yiwan?"
"Meow?!" The plump cat, previously enjoying the scratches, bolted upstairs in a panic, its paws skidding like it was on a treadmill for a few seconds before regaining traction.
Ye Shuang laughed. "Did it actually understand?"
Driving to Yinshan Academy, he was met with a shocking sight as he neared the entrance—
A massive crowd.
An overwhelming number of people.
From his car window, the sea of bodies stretched so far he couldn’t even see the school gates.
"Yinshan Academy’s festival drew this many people?"
As he inched forward, he noticed an endless stream of cars entering the school parking lot. Students with armbands directed traffic at the entrance.
One lightly tapped his window. Rolling it down, she said,
"Teacher, faculty parking is to the left. The other lot’s full."
"You knew I’m a teacher?" Ye Shuang was surprised. How could she tell?
"Yes, the gate scanner shows your faculty ID." She pointed at the sensor.
"Ah, right." Ye Shuang chuckled at his own oversight. Temporary passes and registered faculty cards were different—the system could distinguish them.
Following her directions, he turned left into the faculty lot, while the outer areas were reserved for visitors. Thankfully, the internal lot wasn’t crowded.
"This is insane." After parking and locking his car, a tiny pink electric vehicle slowly pulled into the spot beside him.
The door opened, and a short-haired girl stepped out. "Yo, old man."
"Changed cars again?" Ye Shuang eyed the miniature EV behind An Shiyu.
"Yep. Fun little thing. The 4.0-liter engine’s plenty."
Ye Shuang: "..."
What did you do to it?
Memories of a certain ride-hailing "Master An" resurfaced, and he felt a wave of dread.
"Later." An Shiyu stuffed her hands in her pockets and walked off.
Ye Shuang shrugged and took the elevator up to the school’s first floor.
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
