Ye Shuang finally realized—so the so-called celebrity was Alice?
No wonder there were so many Hong Kong license plates parked in this village.
"Is Alice here too?" Ye Shuang asked.
"Yes, Miss Alice is filming a movie in this tea plantation today," Bobo replied. Despite his towering stature, he exuded a gentle aura. Noticing the big yellow dog wagging its tail at Ye Shuang's feet, he even pulled out a sausage labeled "[For Dogs]" from his suit pocket.
You’re really well-prepared for feeding dogs and cats, huh?
Ye Shuang couldn’t help but think.
"My apologies, Mr. Ye Shuang. I can’t resist feeding little animals when I see them," Bobo said with a smile before asking, "Did something happen earlier?"
Ye Shuang glanced at the staff member, whose face paled. He never expected these people to know Bobo—and from the sound of it, they seemed familiar with Alice too.
"I-I was just worried about leaks," the staff stammered.
"Yeah, that’s about it. He even wanted to check our phones," Ye Shuang added.
The staff member panicked even more.
"Go brew some tea for Mr. Ye Shuang and his friends as an apology," Bobo said sternly to the staff, giving him an out. After all, they were colleagues—no need to make things ugly.
"O-okay!" The staff member scurried away like he was fleeing.
Ye Shuang didn’t dwell on it and simply said, "If that’s the case, we won’t overstay."
"Not at all. Please, come in and watch. Have some tea and rest for a while," Bobo insisted warmly.
"Hmm…" Ye Shuang looked at Tang Duoduo, who was staring at him with starry eyes, clearly impressed that this "uncle" had connections to a celebrity.
"Won’t we be intruding?"
"Not at all. I’m sure Miss Alice would be delighted," Bobo said before leading them inside.
Under the shade of a canopy, a group of people sat chatting. Among them, a petite girl stood out—she was holding what looked like a script while noisily sipping juice.
"Miss Alice, I’m back."
"Mm." Alice responded absentmindedly, gnawing on her script. "This is so hard."
"Huh?"
Then, as if sensing something from the corner of her eye, she turned her head—and her gaze locked onto Ye Shuang, Bai Yuyou, and the others.
"Pfft—!"
"Why are you guys here?!" Alice was so startled that she squeezed her juice cup too hard, splashing some onto her own face.
"It’s a long story. ‘Coincidence’ sums it up," Ye Shuang said with a faint smile.
"Running into you in a place like this is definitely one hell of a ‘coincidence,’" Alice grumbled. "Whatever, since you’re here, take a seat and enjoy my stellar performance. Consider it a rare privilege."
"This celebrity… seems kinda grumpy," Tang Duoduo whispered to Tang Keke.
"That’s just how she is," Tang Keke replied. "It’s called… uh… tsundere."
"What are you two muttering about?" Alice demanded.
"Nothing!"
"Keep badmouthing me, and I’ll kick you out," Alice threatened.
Bobo chimed in helpfully, "Miss Alice has never actually kicked anyone out. In fact, she’s quite happy right now."
"Bobo, shut it!"
Sitting beside Alice was a woman with a sweet, girl-next-door charm. She watched the scene with amusement—until her eyes landed on Ye Shuang’s face. She froze.
"Y-Ye… Ye Ge?"
"Hm?" Ye Shuang turned toward the voice and met the woman’s gaze.
"You… Ran Xinxin?" he asked after a moment.
"Yes, Ye Ge!" She beamed, jumping up to give him a light hug. "Ahhh, it’s been so long!!!"
"Ran Xinxin… isn’t she that super popular idol right now?" Tang Duoduo was stunned. Why did this uncle know so many important people?
Tang Keke, however, remained unfazed. Compared to Chen Qin’s private jet and island, this wasn’t that shocking.
Meanwhile, Bai Yuyou stared intently at the hug, her thoughts unreadable.
"Ye Shuang, you know Xinxin-jie?" Alice sounded surprised.
"Curious?" Ye Shuang smirked.
"N-no! Why would I care about something like that?" Alice huffed. "I just don’t want Xinxin-jie getting tricked by weirdos."
Ran Xinxin quickly explained, "Before my debut, Ye Ge helped me a lot. He even funded my university tuition. To me, he’s my benefactor."
"I see…"
"Big Brother seems to have a lot of stories," Tang Keke mused.
"Not really," Ye Shuang brushed it off. To him, the past was the past—no need to dwell on it.
Ran Xinxin was indeed a struggling college student he’d once sponsored out of simple kindness. He never expected to run into her here.
The most mortified person right now was the staff member who’d stopped Ye Shuang earlier. Holding the tea tray, he stood awkwardly to the side—this wasn’t just some random passerby he’d messed with, but someone with ties to Alice and Ran Xinxin.
He was already mentally drafting his resignation letter.
"Ye Ge, is this… your girlfriend?" Ran Xinxin asked, eyeing Bai Yuyou, who was practically glued to Ye Shuang.
"She’s—" Before Ye Shuang could finish, Bai Yuyou suddenly murmured:
"Married. We’re married."
"Huh?" Ye Shuang was taken aback. As Bai Yuyou had grown more mature, she’d stopped using the word "married" for a while. Yet now, she’d said it again—and even clung tighter to his arm.
"YOOOOOOOOOOOO~" Tang Keke’s eyes widened. "Is this… jealousy?"
It’s happening, it’s happening! Tang Keke was so excited she almost slapped her own thigh—but settled for smacking her sister’s butt instead.
Tang Duoduo yelped, "Ow! What was that for?"

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?"

iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.

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.”

't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.