A pink Porsche glided smoothly into the apartment garage, finding its spot and reversing in one fluid motion without hesitation.
After a moment, the car door slowly opened, and a pair of high heels adorned with shimmering diamonds touched the ground as a woman in sunglasses stepped out.
"Surprise~" Chen Qin removed her sunglasses, revealing her delicate, lightly made-up face. She pulled out a compact mirror, leaned against the sports car to check her reflection, then snapped it shut with a click.
Humming a soft tune, she retrieved a bottle of perfume worth hundreds of thousands from her bag, spritzing a hint into the air before stepping forward to let the fragrance lightly cling to her.
The effect was perfect—subtle enough not to overwhelm, yet intoxicatingly fragrant up close.
That sudden whiff of scent was nothing short of a man-magnet.
"Heh, with my cooking skills added to the mix, there’s no way Ye Shuang won’t be smitten." Chen Qin strode confidently into the elevator.
The elevator had mirrors, and Chen Qin, dressed in a flowing pastel dress, adjusted her bangs and tucked a loose curl behind her ear, her every smile and glance exuding charm.
She had come prepared!
"I had a top stylist work on this look this morning. They swore up and down that if a guy didn’t react, he might as well go study like Liang Feifan and eat a ton of books."
Standing before the apartment door, Chen Qin lightly patted her cheeks and exhaled softly.
She’d heard that Ye Shuang’s school was closed today, so he was probably home.
After ringing the doorbell and knocking gently, she clasped her hands in front of her, holding her small bag with an air of demure anticipation.
A full half-minute passed, yet there was no movement or sound from inside.
"Hmm?" A sinking feeling crept over Chen Qin. Had Ye Shuang gone out? Would all her efforts be wasted?
Or was he in the bathroom?
Taking a nap, perhaps?
Or… with another girl?
"No!!!!!!!!" The more she thought, the darker her imagination spiraled. With a yelp, she pressed the doorbell again and called out,
"Ye Shuang, are you home?"
"Meow~" A faint cat sound came from within.
Just as Chen Qin pressed her ear to the door to listen for any suspicious noises, the door suddenly clicked open, sending her stumbling forward off-balance.
But in the next instant, a pair of hands steadied her.
"Finally! What were you doing in there?" Chen Qin quickly straightened up, clearing her throat and smoothing her expression into a poised smile. But the moment her eyes landed on Ye Shuang, she froze—
Leaning casually against the doorframe, Ye Shuang’s deep, ink-like eyes held a lazy intensity. His simple shirt hung open, revealing his collarbone, and an overwhelming masculine heat seemed to radiate from him.
Chen Qin gulped. "Wow, uh—"
"Wait, no! Why am I getting flustered?" Shaking her head, she banished the distracting thoughts.
"Heh, did you miss me?"
Chen Qin fought to maintain her composure, but before she could say more, Ye Shuang suddenly collapsed forward, burying his face against her chest without a word.
"Eek!!!!!!!!" Chen Qin shrieked, her tongue practically forming a little heart. The scorching heat of his body against hers made her heart race wildly.
But soon, she realized something was off—this heat…
Wasn’t it too hot?
Reaching up, she touched Ye Shuang’s neck and stiffened. "No way… you’re burning up?"
"Ye Shuang?"
His consciousness seemed hazy. For some reason, after drinking the soup Bai Yuyou and Tang Keke had made, things had taken a turn for the worse.
And his wound was swollen—painfully so.
"Mmm…" His voice was barely coherent.
"Where’s Bai Yuyou?" Chen Qin glanced around but saw no sign of her. With no other choice, she supported Ye Shuang while nudging the door shut behind her.
Not bothering to properly remove her designer heels—worth tens of thousands—she kicked them off haphazardly, leaving them discarded on the floor.
Barefoot, she helped him upstairs and onto the bed.
"Water… medicine… thermometer." Scanning the nightstand, Chen Qin realized Ye Shuang had been resting—her knocking had disturbed him.
Guilt pricked at her as she sat beside him, pulling the blanket up.
Then she noticed it—the alarming swelling of his wound, so severe it was visible even under the covers.
"No way…?" She blinked, then quickly averted her gaze.
A few seconds later, she peeked back, shielding her face with one hand—though her fingers were spread wide, her cheeks flushed a deep pink.
"Mmm…" Just then, Ye Shuang’s eyes fluttered open. "Chen Qin…"
"Ah?! Y-you’re awake?!" She fumbled, straightening up. "A-are you okay? You scared me, collapsing like that!"
"I’m fine… just a fever." His throat felt parched. Frowning, he wondered if Bai Yuyou’s soup had backfired—shouldn’t it have helped? "Hah… cough."
"You’re really sick! I should call an ambulance." Chen Qin fretted. "And where’s Bai Yuyou? Why isn’t she here taking care of you?"
"She wanted to, but I told her to go handle her own things." Ye Shuang chuckled weakly. "I can’t hold that kid back. Besides… being around a sick person risks infection."
"Chen Qin, you shouldn’t be here either… cough." He coughed again. "Why didn’t you message before coming?"
"This lady goes wherever she pleases!" She lifted her chin proudly, but her hand drifted to his hair, fingers gently carding through it as her expression softened. "Honestly…"
"You always let others lean on you, but that’s not okay."
Ye Shuang only smiled.
"Even just a little… you can rely on me too." Chen Qin bent closer, her fragrant hair brushing near as their faces drew inches apart.
"You’re not some invincible superhero. One day, you’ll collapse."
"But I’m here, Ye Shuang."
"My arms are open—for you to lean on, to be vulnerable… whenever you need."
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
