Ye Shuang said, "Ten million is too much, I don’t need this."
"You…" Anshi Yilang seemed slightly surprised as he looked Ye Shuang up and down before nodding in satisfaction. "Modesty is a virtue, but a man should still take what he deserves."
"This money isn’t just a reward for saving Little Yu—it’s also recognition for your contributions to society and the world."
Ye Shuang: "…"
"I already know. You anonymously donated your research findings to medical institutions without conditions," Anshi Yilang said. "With that kind of selfless spirit, I admit you’re qualified to compete for my granddaughter’s hand."
"And when did I ever say I wanted to be your grandson-in-law?" Ye Shuang sighed.
"What? Are you saying my Little Yu isn’t good enough for you?!"
"Here we go again…" Ye Shuang pinched the bridge of his nose, not wanting to trigger the old man’s usual spiel about how adorable his granddaughter was, like some NPC dialogue.
As for that research report, Ye Shuang had indeed anonymously sent it to medical institutions. He wasn’t sure how Anshi Yilang had found out, but given the current treatment methods, it wasn’t surprising the old man had connected the dots.
After all…
Being able to cure An Shiyu without a heart transplant was something only he could do. He hadn’t kept the knowledge to himself—he’d compiled the data and shared it precisely to save more people like An Shiyu.
Ye Shuang looked at the bank card in his hand and knew Anshi Yilang wouldn’t take it back today.
Ten million…
Should he start a company and invest it…?
Ye Shuang suddenly shook his head. No, that would just be repeating the past.
The past…
The past…
Had he run a company before?
For a moment, Ye Shuang’s gaze turned distant, but then clarity returned. "Right, I helped Chen Qin back then."
"Kid, once Little Yu graduates, you’re coming back with us to our hometown in Japan to get married. But don’t expect her to take your surname," Anshi Yilang declared, crossing his arms.
Ye Shuang blinked. "I never said I wanted to be your grandson-in-law—"
"What, are you saying my Little Yu isn’t—"
Before the old man could finish his usual refrain, Ye Shuang quickly made his escape. "See you next time, old man."
Watching him leave, Anshi Yilang leaned back in his chair and exhaled. "That brat."
"If it weren’t for the fact that the other Little Yu is only ten—though she looks mature—I might’ve considered both…"
"…"
He fell silent again, sighing softly. "That child… it’s not an emergency yet, but her condition is still a serious problem."
"…"
"Kid, can you work another miracle for me?"
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That afternoon, in the Light Music Club.
"Yo yo, check it out—Tang Keke shines the brightest!" With a burst of guitar riffs, Tang Keke strummed her electric guitar, humming and singing.
"Ta-da!"
"Clap clap clap!" Applause followed as the song ended.
"Brother, wasn’t I super amazing?!"
"Even if it was just one-button playback, your enthusiasm was impressive," Ye Shuang said with a smile. After all, the most important thing in music was passion—and Tang Keke had only joined the club to be with Bai Yuyou.
Keke was overcoming her timid nature, and Yuyou was gradually opening up. Ye Shuang truly hoped they could stay like this—unchanged and happy.
Walking the same path made you companions, but walking different paths while still moving forward together—that was true friendship.
A tug on his sleeve.
Ye Shuang turned to see Bai Yuyou holding her guitar. "I’ve improved too."
Seeing her expectant expression, Ye Shuang reached out and ruffled her hair. She immediately leaned into his touch like a contented kitten.
"How are things with your classmates lately?" Ye Shuang asked.
"…"
Bai Yuyou hesitated. "Okay."
"Actually, because Yuyou’s too popular, some of the regular classmates keep their distance," Tang Keke chimed in. Still, it was much better than how things had been in their third year.
"It’s fine. Once they spend more time with you, they’ll see how sweet our Yuyou is," Ye Shuang said, continuing to pat her head. She nuzzled his palm affectionately.
"The school sports festival’s coming up, right? A good showing there should help," Ye Shuang added. "What events did you sign up for?"
"Long-distance relay, long jump, high jump, three-legged race, sprint," Bai Yuyou listed.
Ye Shuang stared. "That many?"
"Must win," the girl declared.
Ye Shuang blinked. So confident?
"Yeah, because Keke said if we win, Ye Shuang—" Before Bai Yuyou could finish, a hand covered her mouth. Tang Keke popped up behind her with a grin.
"Brother, I signed up too!"
Ye Shuang smiled. "For what?"
"Long-distance relay and three-legged race," Tang Keke said.
"And you guys?" Ye Shuang glanced at Zhixia and the others.
"I’m not great with stamina, so I didn’t. But Linlin’s doing the 800-meter," Zhixia said cheerfully. Linlin looked surprised Bai Yuyou had taken on so much.
"Yuyou, are you sure you’re okay?"
"Mm."
"An Shiyu, what about you?" Tang Keke called to the short-haired girl lounging on the sofa, glued to her drama.
"Meh. Doesn’t matter. I’ll win whatever I join," An Shiyu drawled.
Tang Keke gasped dramatically. "Oh? Could it be Miss An Shiyu is too scared to compete?"
"Big-chest, did you know I’ve won the sprint, long-distance, and long jump for three years straight?" An Shiyu pinched Tang Keke’s backpack. "Tsk. Try not to drag the relay team down."
"Hey! What’s your problem?!" Tang Keke yanked her bag away.
"You’ve competed before?" Ye Shuang asked, surprised.
"Eh. The old man paid me to," An Shiyu waved a hand. "No money, no run."
Tang Keke muttered, "Lazy people like you winning—all the hardworking ones would cry."
"You think I didn’t work hard?" An Shiyu propped her chin on her hand. "When I was five, I fought off ten wild wolves. You were still learning 1+1."
"That was a game, wasn’t it?!"
Watching Tang Keke and An Shiyu bicker, Ye Shuang shook his head fondly. He turned back to Bai Yuyou.
"I’ll be there to watch."
"Then I’ll do my best… not to disappoint you," Bai Yuyou murmured.
"Just give it your all. There’s no such thing as disappointment," Ye Shuang reassured her. Just then, her phone buzzed.
Bai Yuyou pulled it out—the screen read "Mother."
Mother: Heard your school’s having a sports festival?
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
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!
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】
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.
