Since Ye Shuang had already confessed his plans for the day in advance, Chen Qin didn't give him too hard a time. In other words, she wouldn't choose to put Ye Shuang in a difficult position anyway.
After the dinner concluded without any major incidents, Ye Shuang and Chen Qin left the restaurant side by side, under the strange gazes of the waitstaff at the door.
"Come with me to a place," Chen Qin said with a smile after settling into the passenger seat, her tone even carrying a hint of mystery.
Ye Shuang was a bit puzzled but still drove to the address Chen Qin gave him.
What Ye Shuang didn't expect was that the address Chen Qin provided led to a café.
"Coming for coffee right after a full meal?" Ye Shuang glanced at the four or five-story building, then looked at Chen Qin with some surprise.
Chen Qin just smiled, offering no further explanation, and instead took his hand, leading him inside.
"Hello," a server greeted.
"My surname is Chen, I have a reservation for the rooftop," Chen Qin told the server.
"Ah, Miss Chen, this way please," the server said, guiding Ye Shuang and Chen Qin to the rooftop, which seemed to have been booked exclusively.
After Ye Shuang sat down, Chen Qin picked up the menu and asked what he'd like to drink.
"Soda water, please."
"I'll have a coffee," Chen Qin said, then handed the menu back to the server.
"Certainly."
Then, Chen Qin rested her cheeks in her hands, smiling as she looked at Ye Shuang.
Ye Shuang: "..."
"What are you trying to do?" he asked.
"Wanna do everythin'," she said playfully.
Ye Shuang coughed subconsciously.
He casually glanced outside and found the view quite nice. From this rooftop terrace, he could see the Platinum Tower not far away, one of the city's tallest buildings at nearly 400 meters and around seventy stories.
The city's nightscape was beautiful, with lights of various colors creating a sense of being in a futuristic metropolis.
"Ah Ye."
"Hmm?"
"Do you remember, I said before that the confession is something I have to do myself, oh," Chen Qin said.
Just as Ye Shuang was about to say something, a finger gently landed on his lips. Chen Qin, with her hands clasped behind her back, stood up and took one step, then another, walking over to the railing.
"Ah Ye, I like you, oh. Really, really, super-duper like you... I've liked you since we were very little... I was just too shy back then and never dared to tell you."
"Sometimes I think, if I had confessed to you earlier, then maybe you wouldn't necessarily have ended up with Zhao Mengyao, right?"
"But time can't be rewound. Some things, once missed, are just missed." Chen Qin spoke slowly, her eyes curving into adorable crescents.
"So, I don't want to miss any more time in the future."
"A future without you is simply not the future I want."
As she spoke, Chen Qin lightly clapped her hands.
A dazzling streak of fire shot into the sky.
With a loud bang, that streak of light burst into brilliant sparks!
Simultaneously, the 400-meter-tall Platinum Tower in the distance began scrolling with text, finally forming the characters: 【Ah Ye ❤ I Love You】!
The firelight reflected in Ye Shuang's eyes. Not only that, but countless drones also flickered in the night sky, eventually tracing out a giant heart and the words "I Like You."
Chen Qin stood before the railing, smiling sweetly. Behind her, thousands of fireworks bloomed. Amidst the interplay of firelight and city lights, it seemed to paint the most beautiful confession scene, leaving Ye Shuang stunned for a good while.
The girl's affection was as dazzling and fervent as fireworks, yet unlike fireworks, it wasn't fleeting. It was an everlasting fireworks feast.
This scene was imprinted firmly in Ye Shuang's mind like a painting.
"Ah Ye, this is my confession to you, oh." Chen Qin's cheeks were flushed. She seemed to be telling her past self, "I won't back down."
But her trembling body betrayed her own unsettled emotions.
Ye Shuang took a step forward and then pulled Chen Qin into his embrace.
He kissed her.
Amidst the firelight of the night, Ye Shuang gave his own answer.
......
......
"Are they setting off fireworks over there? So lively."
At home, Tang Keke seemed to see some firelight and looked towards the balcony—being on the top floor, she could see fireworks going off far in the distance.
"Fireworks," Bai Yuyou, who was holding a cat, turned her head.
"Yeah, probably because of Christmas. The Platinum Tower over there seems to have something else too... hmm, can't make it out clearly." Tang Keke strained to see but couldn't discern the content due to the angle.
"Yuyou, wanna watch some anime?"
"I need to draw comics," Bai Yuyou said.
"Eh... okay then."
"Keke, come be my model."
"No way, no way. Last time you made me sit there for an hour, my shoulders were so sore." Tang Keke shook her head, refusing outright.
"I'll buy you a figurine."
"Uh..." Keke hesitated.
"Two." Bai Yuyou held up two fingers.
"Ehehe, I love being a model the most. Yuyou, any pose you want is fine."
With that, the two girls scampered upstairs.
......
Elsewhere, on a rooftop.
Two short-haired girls sat on the edge, their legs dangling over the side dozens of stories high. The sparks from the fireworks still reflected on their faces—living nearby, they naturally witnessed this scene.
"What a lavish confession, unlike you," Chao Yiyu said, putting down her binoculars. "Not quite up to par, huh? Look at them. What was yours? A pure-hearted maiden who flees after saying her piece?"
"Truly a defeated dog, a minnow."
An Shiyu: "..."
"Tch." She clicked her tongue, seeming nonchalant.
"Uncle probably got conquered. Guess they'll be going at it big time tonight. I just checked; Chen Qin booked a presidential suite at a hotel for tonight," Chao Yiyu said, munching on a grilled senbei rice cracker, looking every bit the spectator enjoying the drama.
"Give me one."
"Okay."
An Shiyu also started eating senbei. "..."
But unusually, she didn't say anything.
"Feeling sad?" Chao Yiyu asked. "Well, after all, who says the sudden arrival always beats the childhood friend?"
"Who's sad," An Shiyu replied with deadpan eyes. "Just a minor setback."
"True. Establishing a relationship doesn't necessarily mean everything," Chao Yiyu tossed the last bit of her senbei into the air and caught it in her mouth.
"So, we stick to the old plan? I'll hold him down for you, and we go together."
"..."
"Oh?"
Chao Yiyu was a bit surprised An Shiyu didn't refute. She couldn't help but smile. "Right? My suggestion is pretty good, isn't it?"
"Taking turns?" An Shiyu asked.
"I don't mind. Together works too," Chao Yiyu shrugged. "Haven't tried it before anyway."
"Hmph." An Shiyu stood up and turned to leave.
"I don't mind either."
"Oho~ I don't miiind either~ Then I'll go first."

ose... to cooperate with the protagonist! Shen Yuan: I have a system! Protagonist: What? System: Holy crap, you're just spilling it out like that? Shen Yuan: Let's team up, we'll split the system rewards! Protagonist: Fifty-fifty split? Shen Yuan: No way! Protagonist: What!? I'm the one getting beaten up, and I don't get half? Shen Yuan: Forty-sixty split, I get forty, you get sixty! Protagonist: Deal! Big brother, come on, hit me! As long as it doesn't kill me, beat me like you mean it! Shen Yuan: Don't worry... I will definitely protect all of you! No one but me can lay a finger on you! Guard our Heaven's Chosen Ones! I'm the only one allowed to bully them!

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?"

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.”

m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!