“Impossible, I clearly...” Zhou Min suddenly realized something and instinctively covered her mouth, then looked pitifully at Chen Hai beside her.
“Ah Hai, what I mean is there definitely wasn’t any recording in the room. This audio... yes, it must be synthesized. Technology is so advanced now, it’s too easy to synthesize a piece of audio. Isn’t AI synthesis very popular lately?” Zhou Min said.
Chen Hai was also stunned for a moment, but he felt Zhou Min had a point. After all, who could have recorded this? It was most likely a recording, right?
“Ye Shuang, who gave you this recording? I don’t think Ah Min would do something like this.” No sooner had Chen Hai finished speaking than Chen Qin slapped him again.
“Have you lost your mind?!” Chen Qin looked at him with utter disappointment. The Chen Hai before her seemed utterly bewitched, unwilling even now to believe there was something wrong with Zhou Min.
“No need to doubt the authenticity of this recording. Besides, AI synthesis requires a large amount of clean audio source material for training. Where would we get Zhou Min’s voice samples?” Ye Shuang said at that moment. As soon as he finished, Chen Hai fell silent.
To put it bluntly, he just didn’t want to believe it.
Zhou Min actually had a so-called “Master,” and even used a test tube?
Not knowing that the master was a woman, Chen Hai now felt a green hue over his head—a feeling of being just another part of their play.
“Heh, I know. Actually, I know your love for me wasn’t completely real. I knew about this.” Chen Hai suddenly laughed self-deprecatingly, leaning back on the sofa. “Heh heh heh heh...”
“I’m just a bit unwilling, that’s all...”
“Is it so hard to want a gentle wife? Who knew Feng Shan would change into a completely different person after marriage?” Chen Hai grabbed his own hair.
“She was such a gentle, cute girl when we were dating...”
“To think I’d lose so completely, heh...” Chen Hai stood up and smashed the cup in his hand on the floor. “Damn it!”
“What exactly is your goal in all this?!” he demanded, his face flushed red as he questioned Zhou Min.
Zhou Min’s face turned deathly pale, and she instinctively took two steps back.
Chen Qin also picked up the phone, ready to call their parents back. After all, she was also very curious about who this so-called master was, who actually wanted to mess with the Chen family with such underhanded tricks.
Seeing the situation turning against her, Zhou Min suddenly turned and ran!
“?!” Watching Zhou Min sprint away, Ye Shuang and the others were stunned. After all, Zhou Min had just given birth and was physically weak. No one expected her slender frame to burst forth with such speed.
“Salted Egg!” Chen Qin stretched out her hand.
“Woof!” The golden retriever, which had been crouching in a corner panting, immediately stood up and pounced over as if wind were beneath its feet.
Two legs were no match for four. Soon, a scream was heard. “Ah—”
Ye Shuang and the others chased out to see Salted Egg biting Zhou Min’s ankle. It didn’t tear or pull, but that one bite was enough to keep Zhou Min down.
“Woof! Woof!” Seeing Chen Qin approach, Salted Egg let go and wore an expression seeking praise.
“Well done.” Chen Qin rubbed the golden retriever’s head, then coldly stared at Zhou Min lying on the ground.
“Quite the runner, huh? Did you think you could perform the Nine Heavens Thunderous Double-Legged Kick?”
Zhou Min gritted her teeth: “...”
If only she knew how to drive.
Zhou Min never thought she’d be defeated by a driver’s license.
At that moment, the butler also came running to help. Although he didn’t know the specifics of what happened, he still stepped in to keep an eye on Zhou Min.
“Ah Hai, it hurts so much, wuwuwu, Ah Hai...” Seeing she couldn’t escape, Zhou Min could only wail and beg Chen Hai for mercy, the bite mark on her ankle clearly visible. “Ah Hai...”
Seeing this scene, Chen Hai ultimately sighed and said to Ye Shuang, “I’m going back to my room to rest for a bit.”
“Don’t go back just yet. Uncle Chen and the others will be back soon. Go with Auntie to sweep up the broken pieces in the living room,” Ye Shuang said.
Hearing he was assigned to clean up, Chen Hai didn’t say anything more and turned back into the house.
His back looked desolate, the picture of a broken heart.
Ye Shuang: “...”
To be honest, Chen Hai didn’t ask for much. What he saw in Zhou Min wasn’t her looks or other external conditions; he was purely infatuated with that gentle haven.
It’s like how many girls wonder why guys can’t tell a “green tea” girl apart. Actually, guys can spot them quite easily. It’s just that by comparison, the “green tea” is a bit too enticing.
Everyone knows 2D husband/waifu are fake, yet they’re willing to drown in that illusion.
But that doesn’t mean Chen Hai is without fault. However, when it comes to matters of the heart, aside from outsiders, no one can be completely rational.
In the end, the onlooker sees most clearly.
The reason humans are emotional creatures is because we can’t be absolutely rational every single moment.
“Alright, is there anything else you want to say? Who is the master?” Ye Shuang looked at Zhou Min on the ground and spoke up. “You’d better tell the truth. Otherwise, the ‘Great Memory Restoration Technique’ is no joke.”
Zhou Min, however, sneered, then closed her eyes and chose silence. For her, playing dead was the only option now.
“What are you sneering at, you btch?” Chen Qin, who had somehow gotten hold of a rattan cane, directly whipped it across Zhou Min’s arm.
Zhou Min’s face instantly turned ghostly white. She sat up as if resurrected, glaring furiously at Chen Qin, but she had no strength to resist, being watched so closely by several people.
“Alright, stop hitting her for now.” Ye Shuang stopped Chen Qin.
Hearing this, Zhou Min felt Ye Shuang had a bit more conscience.
“Wait until she’s healed a bit more before hitting her.” The next sentence froze Zhou Min solid.
After a while, Father Chen and Mother Chen returned. After hearing the recording and the course of events, the two of them remained relatively calm.
“Zhou Min obviously wasn’t pure from the start. We’re not surprised at all.” Father Chen, an old hand himself, waved his hand. Even so, he narrowed his eyes slightly, wanting to know who was behind Zhou Min.
The next steps didn’t require Ye Shuang’s involvement. After all, Father Chen was more adept at the “Great Memory Restoration Technique.”
“But this recording, how did you get it?” Father Chen still asked.
Chen Qin was also curious and turned to look at Ye Shuang.
“Uh...” Ye Shuang saw no need to hide it and directly admitted that An Shiyu gave it to him.
“Oh? But there are cameras in the hallway. How did she slip in?” Father Chen was somewhat surprised. If An Shiyu went upstairs directly, the cameras should have captured her, right?
“Uh...” Ye Shuang didn’t know either.
She couldn’t have climbed in through the window from outside the house, could she?
Forget it. Just use the phrase she often says—
Ninjas, pretty amazing, right?

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.”

for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?

end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia

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?"