"It's a bit stuffy over here, isn't it?" Chen Qin stood up and looked around. "Is the air conditioning set too high?"
A nearby server immediately inquired, "Would you like me to lower it for you?"
"Hmm... never mind, it might be because of the mural near where I was sitting." Chen Qin said, then walked over and sat down beside Ye Shuang. "I'll switch here, it's about the same."
As she spoke, she flashed a smile at Ye Shuang.
With just a few words, she had changed seats without making it seem awkward at all.
Ye Shuang understood Chen Qin's intention perfectly by now. It wasn't about the heat at all; she simply wanted to sit next to him.
He then looked up towards Xu Yitian. The other man's expression was unpleasant. He wasn't a fool; he naturally knew Chen Qin's complaint about the heat was just an excuse.
Originally, Xu Yitian had wanted to make Ye Shuang feel awkward. He hadn't expected the awkward position to end up being his own.
"Alright, you can take the remaining chairs away. There shouldn't be anyone else coming." Chen Qin said to the server.
"Certainly, ma'am."
Business banquets always served the same old things. They looked fancy and extravagant—even fried rice would have some black truffle thrown in—all to justify a higher price.
Ye Shuang wasn't particularly interested and quietly ate his lobster noodles. Chen Qin, on the other hand, chatted extensively with several executives about company matters.
"Recently, President Ye has optimized our group's personnel structure, greatly boosting employee morale. What does everyone think?" Chen Qin then tried to steer the conversation towards Ye Shuang, as she also hoped he could interact more with the executives.
"Truly a dragon among men, just as one would expect from someone you, President Chen, have taken a liking to."
"Exactly, exactly. Outstanding talent just like President Chen. With both of you, the group is like a tiger with wings."
All sorts of flattery came their way, though it was merely polite conversation for the occasion. Ye Shuang responded with a few professionally polite smiles and then went back to his food.
Chen Qin, however, beamed with delight, thoroughly enjoying the praise directed at Ye Shuang.
Xu Yitian remained silent, burying his head in his food.
He couldn't even understand what charm Ye Shuang possessed that had Chen Qin so utterly infatuated.
But how could he know? Chen Qin's love had accumulated bit by bit while growing up together. By now, her eyes were completely filled with him.
"Hmm?" Xu Yitian suddenly seemed to think of something. He took out his phone and began instructing a subordinate to handle a matter.
After putting his phone away, he gave a light laugh, picked up his glass, and said, "President Ye, let me propose a toast to you. I hope you won't hold any grudges about the matters between us."
Ye Shuang had been talking with Chen Qin. Hearing this, he also picked up his wine glass and acknowledged the toast.
To be honest, he didn't care.
He merely listened to what Xu Yitian had just said; he would handle things as he saw fit in the future.
"This liquor is strong, drink less." Chen Qin whispered beside him.
"Okay." Ye Shuang responded.
After several rounds of drinks, Ye Shuang noticed Chen Qin's face was slightly flushed. Propping her cheek with her hand, she smiled, her breath seeming to carry an intoxicating scent of alcohol. "A'Ye."
As she spoke, she wiggled her big toe against Ye Shuang's trousers.
"You told me to drink less, yet you drank so much yourself." Ye Shuang felt a bit helpless.
"Hehe." Chen Qin giggled. "It's fine. A'Ye is here, you can just take me home."
In the past, during business dinners or drinking gatherings, Chen Qin would always control how much she drank, afraid of her mind getting fuzzy and something happening. But now with Ye Shuang by her side, she could completely relax, acting coquettishly like a little girl.
The nearby executives, witnessing this rare side of Chen Qin, simply drank their wine and pretended not to notice.
Xu Yitian, on the other hand, had a dark expression, his every breath seeming to carry a sour, jealous air. He picked up his phone and frowned slightly.
The meal was almost over. Was their efficiency really that low?
But just then, the door to the private room was suddenly pushed open. A server led two young girls inside. "Hello..."
Xu Yitian's eyes lit up. "They're here."
Hmm?
Ye Shuang, Chen Qin, and the others turned to look and saw the server leading in two familiar-looking girls.
Bai Yuyou and Tang Keke?
"Oh? Brother, are you okay from the fight?" Tang Keke asked.
Meanwhile, Bai Yuyou hurried over, looking Ye Shuang up and down, even cupping his face as if to confirm something.
"Huh?" Ye Shuang was puzzled. "What fight..."
"We got a call saying you were in a fight with someone at this hotel, your phone was broken, and they sent the address telling us to come quickly." Tang Keke explained, though now it seemed that might not be the case?
It looked like they were just having a meal?
Ye Shuang was stunned for a moment, then instinctively took out his phone from his pocket. He found there were indeed several messages.
He had been drinking, and his phone's ringtone was soft, so he hadn't noticed the notifications.
Almost everyone's gaze was now fixed on them, seemingly curious about Ye Shuang's relationship with the long-haired girl.
"President Ye, is this someone's prank?" Xu Yitian spoke up with a smile. "Are these two girls your sisters?"
Hearing this, Ye Shuang frowned slightly. Looking at Xu Yitian, he seemed to understand something.
Then he smiled and said, "They might be my sisters. Of course, they might also be your ancestors."
Xu Yitian was stunned. He hadn't expected Ye Shuang to say such a thing, especially in front of so many people.
Xu Yitian's face turned ugly, even starting to flush red. "I was just showing concern for you, President Ye. Why the insult?"
Ye Shuang said calmly, "You think I don't know what kind of rotten scheme you're brewing? How childish can you be?"
Xu Yitian also hadn't expected Ye Shuang to tear off the veneer here. His hypocritical smile vanished, replaced by a cold tone. "Better than you keeping a mistress outside. I don't know how you've bewitched President Chen..."
"Enough!" Chen Qin suddenly spoke up with a stern face.
Xu Yitian was taken aback, then secretly rejoiced. As expected, Chen Qin was getting angry. No matter how bewitched she was by Ye Shuang, when the 'mistress' showed up, he truly didn't believe Chen Qin could stay calm.
But the next second, Xu Yitian froze.
Because Chen Qin wasn't saying anything to Ye Shuang. Instead, her eyes swept over coldly, her tone full of questioning. "Yuyou is the daughter of my mother's close friend, like a little sister to me. What do you mean by 'keeping a mistress,' President Xu? Are you implying my sister is being kept? I need an explanation from you."
Xu Yitian's mouth hung open. This... this wasn't right.
"But... but the fact that she lives with Ye Shuang..."
Hearing this, Chen Qin crossed her arms and let out a cold laugh, her protective aura in full force. "It seems President Xu has investigated quite thoroughly. What exactly are you trying to do? What does this have to do with you?"
Noticing Chen Qin's icy expression, Xu Yitian felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, his face twitching.

ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.

d intelligence to keep the plot moving, and sometimes even the protagonists are forced into absurdly dumb decisions. Why does the A-list celebrity heroine in urban romance novels ditch the top-tier movie star and become a lovestruck fool for a pockmarked male lead? Why do the leads in historical tragedy novels keep dancing between love and death, only for the blind healer to end up suffering the most? And Gu Wei never expected that after finally landing a villain role to stir up trouble, she’d pick the wrong gender! No choice now—she’ll just have to crush the protagonists as a girl!

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.”

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?"