Returning to the present timeline, Ye Shuang sat on the sofa, lost in thought.
It wasn't until he saw Yi Wan (Ten Thousand) scratching its butt nearby that he slowly withdrew his gaze.
He felt a bit empty.
He actually missed those times a little, no, he missed them a lot.
People are always nostalgic.
"The duration I can stay is getting longer and longer, meaning I can stay for a long time in the future?" Ye Shuang pondered. If that were the case, he could even go to Bai Yuyou's side, though finding the right timeline wouldn't be so easy.
After all, everything was random. There were too many uncontrollable factors in trying to go from Chen Qin's timeline to check on Bai Yuyou's situation.
If only Bai Yuyou had a clock on her, Ye Shuang couldn't help but think.
Perhaps the time wasn't right yet. Otherwise, he could have learned the truth about Yuyou's abduction, that mysterious phone number.
Thinking of Alice's status as a secret love child, Ye Shuang could only hope it wasn't Uncle Zhou.
He suddenly felt that he wasn't too far from the truth.
...
As it was getting dark, Chen Qin returned, carrying various shopping bags, with two little followers behind her.
"A Ye, look what I bought." Chen Qin said with a smile, then shook the shopping bags in her hand. "I bought you lots of clothes."
Bai Yuyou also held up bags. "We have some too."
"Rich sister!" Tang Keke also raised the bags in her hand and cheered, "Long live Sister Chen Qin!"
Tang Keke was a staunch believer in online shopping, even looking down on buying things in physical stores, thinking the value for money was too low.
Physical stores were basically all scams.
But after going shopping with Chen Qin, Keke realized how great physical stores could be.
No need to look at prices, just buy whatever you like. What value for money? Doesn't exist. Being able to touch the actual item and take it home right away isn't that great?
It has to be said, Chen Qin's spending habits shook Tang Keke's beliefs.
Tang Keke looked at the various figurines in her hands; she had almost bought herself into a dazed, babbling state earlier.
Awesome.
"See if these clothes look good." The clothes Chen Qin bought for Ye Shuang were all the right size. After all, she knew Ye Shuang's height, weight, and suitable measurements very well. Even when having clothes tailored by a specialized designer, she could accurately report all his measurements.
"They look pretty good." Ye Shuang took them out to look and tried on a few sets.
"Hehe."
At that moment, Bai Yuyou also rummaged in a bag and finally took out a Santa hat, putting it on Yi Wan's head.
"Meow?"
"It's for you." The girl said.
Yi Wan blinked.
After putting everything away, Ye Shuang and Chen Qin exchanged a glance, as the two of them had plans for the evening.
"Hmm..." Just as Ye Shuang was thinking of an excuse to leave home with Chen Qin, it was Chen Qin who smiled and said to the two girls, "A Ye and I have some work to handle later. You two take care of yourselves tonight."
"Oh, okay?" Tang Keke and Bai Yuyou didn't think much of it and nodded, as they knew Ye Shuang and Chen Qin were very busy.
After settling the two girls, Chen Qin turned to Ye Shuang and winked with one eye, as if saying, "Praise me."
Ye Shuang smiled slightly.
After a while, they went out.
"Whose car should we take?" Ye Shuang asked in the elevator.
"Yours, A Ye."
"Okay."
Driving the Supra sports car, Ye Shuang took Chen Qin and left the residential complex.
But at the garage exit, his gaze caught the little Corgi sitting by the roadside. It was lying there with its eyes closed, as if sleeping.
"So it's still at the garage," he murmured.
"What did you say?" Chen Qin beside him asked curiously.
Ye Shuang then told her about the Corgi. After hearing it, Chen Qin said, "That dog is quite spiritual. Why don't I take it back? It can play with Xian Dan (Salted Egg), and there are people at home to help take care of it."
"Why don't you say take it to my house?" Ye Shuang chuckled.
"You have to work, and those two have school. A dog that doesn't go out for walks will destroy the house, you know." Chen Qin said with a smile. She had considered a lot for Ye Shuang and understood that he actually wanted to adopt the dog.
"Let's not for now. That guy is actually quite willful." Ye Shuang had asked last time; the Corgi was very human-like and didn't seem interested at all.
"Where shall we eat?" Ye Shuang stopped talking about the Corgi and asked the girl beside him.
Chen Qin said, "Let's go to that restaurant we often go to."
Ye Shuang: "..."
We were just there at noon.
Ye Shuang didn't say anything more and drove to the same Western restaurant they had visited at noon. As Chen Qin said, this restaurant was an old haunt they had frequented since middle school.
"Hello, is it for two... uh." A server came up to ask, but his voice hesitated slightly.
Wasn't this customer here just at noon?
And the girl he brought was different?
A player...
"Two, please give us a private small room." This time, Ye Shuang didn't ask for a booth, perhaps due to some psychological shadow.
"Oh... okay." The server glanced at Chen Qin, seeming to hesitate as if wanting to say that Ye Shuang had brought another girl for lunch.
But to avoid trouble for himself, he chose to pretend he knew nothing.
Besides, maybe the girl he brought at noon was his sister; she looked like a middle school student.
After the two sat down in the private room, the server poured glasses of water and brought the menu.
"What would you like to eat?" Ye Shuang asked.
"The usual stuff, a steak." Chen Qin said. "I also want some wine. You're driving, A Ye, so you won't drink, right?"
"That's fine." Ye Shuang then ordered their favorite dishes. After placing the order, Chen Qin rested her beautiful face on her hand, looking at Ye Shuang.
"A Ye, was your lunch good?"
Ye Shuang paused slightly, a bit unnaturally. "It was alright."
"Actually, I came here at noon too, with Yuyou and the others." Chen Qin said with a giggle. "You know what I found out?"
Ye Shuang: "..."
"Huh?"
"Guess?" Chen Qin said.
Ye Shuang was quiet for a few seconds, as if admitting defeat. "You noticed?"
"I know your voice too well, even if you're choking on water." Chen Qin had actually known all along that Ye Shuang was in the booth next door. Although Ye Shuang didn't speak normally, his lowered voice speaking to the server and his choking on water were all keenly detected by Chen Qin.
She understood everything about Ye Shuang too well, even the sound of his cough.
"Hmph, trying to hide from us." Chen Qin took a sip from her water glass, then leaned close to Ye Shuang. Her high heel gently rubbed against his pant leg, and she whispered near his ear,
"You can't hide from me, oh~ A Ye."
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.
saw a female celebrity tied up and stuffed in the trunk! Little did he know, countless cameras were aimed at him at this moment - this was a new type of reality show. The first randomly selected passerby was caught in less than an hour. But when Xu Moru was selected, things started to take an unexpected turn. "Damn, this isn't how the script goes. This Xu Moru is too bold, he's not following the rules at all." "Crap, is this guy taking it seriously?" "The female celebrity has been scared to tears!"
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?"
