Ye Shuang drove An Shiyu to a restaurant—a Western-style place he used to frequent. It was decent enough, certainly suitable for celebrating a birthday.
"Hello, a table for two?" a server approached to ask.
"Yes, please give us a booth."
"This way, please."
After sitting down, Ye Shuang first glanced at the menu, then slid it over to An Shiyu. "See if there's anything you'd like to eat? You must be hungry by now?"
An Shiyu twirled her hair around her finger. She looked out at the floor-to-ceiling glass window beside them, remained silent for a few seconds, then spoke.
"You... don't have anything you want to say?"
"What are you referring to?" Ye Shuang smiled.
"Never mind, it's nothing." An Shiyu shifted her gaze away, muttering.
Ye Shuang then said, "What you're wearing today is very cute."
"..." An Shiyu suddenly stretched out her leg and kicked Ye Shuang under the table. Propping her cheek with one hand, she said, "What's this? You do know how to say it, don't you? You silly old man."
But when she turned back, she noticed a small gift box had appeared on the table in front of her.
"This is..."
"Happy birthday. This is your gift," Ye Shuang said.
An Shiyu reached out and opened it, finding a bracelet with a cartoon fish charm, inlaid with white gold and a blue gemstone.
"This..." An Shiyu picked it up and examined it. "Which roadside stall did you buy this from?"
Ye Shuang sighed helplessly. "It was custom-made. The gemstone isn't fake, and I made the bracelet myself."
"Ordering a custom cartoon fish... Uncle, are you a kid? Such a childish guy." An Shiyu reverted to her usual teasing tone, but she still put it on her wrist. The slight upturn of her lips clearly betrayed the girl's true feelings.
It was obvious she liked it very much.
"Hehe~" An Shiyu fiddled with her wrist, making the fish ornament seem to swim.
You look more like the childish one here, don't you?
"Hmm... could fetch a good price?" An Shiyu suddenly said, even raising her hand to look at it against the sunlight from the window.
"Please don't sell it."
As Ye Shuang spoke, he also began ordering. "What would you like to eat?"
"Steak, potato wedges, buttered shrimp tails..." An Shiyu rattled off seven or eight dish names in one breath.
"Okay." Ye Shuang noted them down.
"Don't want any of those. Fry everything else on the menu," An Shiyu said.
Ye Shuang: "..."
Is your backside itching for a spanking?
"Just kidding. I'll have those. Uncle, remember to pay, because it's my birthday today," An Shiyu said with a laugh, waving her hand.
"Then remember to treat me when it's my birthday," Ye Shuang said jokingly.
"Huh? If it's your birthday, why wouldn't you treat me?" An Shiyu retorted.
You and your three-dimensional maneuvering defense, huh?
Just then, his phone vibrated. Ye Shuang glanced at it and saw it was a message from Bai Yuyou.
Bai Yuyou: What are you doing?
Seeing it was Bai Yuyou, Ye Shuang replied briefly.
Ye Shuang: Busy with something.
Bai Yuyou: Oh, okay. Ye Shuang, work hard. Sister Chen Qin says we're going out to eat.
Ye Shuang: Alright, eat well.
Bai Yuyou: Mm.
Then his phone fell silent. Coincidentally, the complimentary bread basket arrived. As Ye Shuang looked at it, his gaze inadvertently drifted to the window.
A pink Porsche was pulling in.
Huh?
That car... Chen Qin's?!
Ye Shuang was stunned.
Thinking about it, Ye Shuang suddenly remembered he and Chen Qin often came to this restaurant. If Chen Qin wanted to go out for lunch, there was a high chance she'd come here.
Ye Shuang: "..."
At that moment, three people got out of the car parked in the distance. It was indeed Chen Qin, along with Bai Yuyou and Keke.
Ye Shuang slightly hunched over, trying to turn his head away so they wouldn't spot him.
"What's wrong? Got a boner?" An Shiyu asked, taking a small bite of her bread as she saw Ye Shuang ducking and bowing his head.
Ye Shuang: "..."
Perhaps sensing Ye Shuang's line of sight, An Shiyu noticed the three figures approaching outside the window.
Her eyes immediately took on a mischievous glint. "Oho~ You're about to get caught."
Noting An Shiyu's delight at the potential chaos, Ye Shuang twitched the corner of his mouth. "And whose fault do you think this is?"
The girl shrugged.
Just then, Chen Qin walked past with Bai Yuyou. Since their attention wasn't on the glass, they didn't notice Ye Shuang and the others.
"Hello, how many in your party?"
"Three." At the entrance, Chen Qin replied and was led inside by the server.
And they were seated in the booth directly behind Ye Shuang.
Ye Shuang: "..."
"Thank you, Sister Chen Qin," Tang Keke said cheerfully after sitting down. Because the booth partitions were high, they didn't notice Ye Shuang and the other person sitting behind them.
"This restaurant has great food. Ye and I used to come here often," Chen Qin said with a smile as she also sat down.
Bai Yuyou, however, looked around.
"What's wrong, Yuyou? Do you need to use the restroom?" Keke asked.
"..." Bai Yuyou was quiet for a few seconds, then said hesitantly, "I smell Ye Shuang."
"Is it because of this scarf?" Keke suggested.
"Oh." Bai Yuyou touched the scarf around her neck. It did carry Ye Shuang's scent.
...
Ye Shuang held his forehead, momentarily at a loss for words because the place offered no sound privacy.
He felt awkward admitting he was here, as just moments ago when chatting with Bai Yuyou, she thought he was working.
While Ye Shuang hadn't exactly lied, he hadn't clarified the situation either.
If he went out there now...
Meanwhile, An Shiyu looked completely at ease. Seemingly amused by Ye Shuang's flustered state, her playful side emerged. She stretched out her stocking-clad leg and began rubbing it against Ye Shuang's pant leg.
"Shh." Ye Shuang signaled for An Shiyu to be quiet.
Who knew this would only encourage her? She even went so far as to place her foot squarely on his shoe, acting utterly brazen.
Ye Shuang: "..."
At that moment, servers began bringing out their dishes. Perhaps noticing Ye Shuang's odd expression, one server asked,
"Sir, do you need any assistance?"
Ye Shuang was silent for a few seconds.
"Sir?"
"I~'m~ fi~ne~" Seeing the server's genuinely concerned look, Ye Shuang deliberately lowered and dragged out his voice.
"Alright." The server took the hint and walked away.
Little did he know, the moment Ye Shuang spoke those words, Chen Qin, from the next booth, cast a puzzled glance in their direction.
Feeling slightly relieved, Ye Shuang reached out and firmly grasped An Shiyu's soft little foot.
"Mmm-hmm?" An Shiyu deliberately made a sound.
Mmm-hmm my foot! And what exactly was your foot doing just now?!
Ye Shuang's eyes widened slightly, but he couldn't speak loudly. He could only retaliate by tickling the sole of the girl's foot.
An Shiyu's ears instantly flushed red, and she yanked her foot back in a flash.
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.
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?"
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."
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.”
