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?
Heart] Chen Yi traversed the cultivation world for eight hundred years, charging his way to the Tribulation Transcendence stage. Just as he was outwitting his 81st Heavenly Tribulation to ascend to immortality, he was suddenly pulled into a chat group called the "Multiverse Transmigrators Support Group." To his surprise, the group was filled with nothing but fresh-faced newbies who had just transmigrated. [Help! I transmigrated into a disgraced concubine in the cold palace, and the tyrant emperor is about to execute me!] [I ended up as a cannon-fodder villain, and the protagonist is still chasing me—WTF!] [I woke up as the protagonist’s father, but I’m about to be sacrificed in a ritual! What do I do? Urgent!!!] Chen Yi stared at the chaotic flood of desperate pleas in the group and fell into deep thought. "Seriously? You drag me into a newbie transmigrator chat group… only after I’m one step away from becoming an immortal?"
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u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
