"Do you know where I went during the Spring Festival?" Alice asked.
"Hmm, did you go back to the port district?" Ye Shuang asked.
"Of course not. What's fun about being over there?" Alice clapped her hands, and Bobo, who was standing to the side, brought out a photo album. Ye Shuang took a look and found that it was filled with photos of Alice traveling to various places, along with some group photos with her fans.
After all, as a highly popular blogger, it was quite normal for her to run into fans while out and about.
"You traveled both domestically and abroad; weren't there a lot of people?" Ye Shuang asked.
It seemed that Alice didn't choose a specific place to celebrate the New Year; she purely went traveling to other places.
"Isn't the scenery beautiful? Of course, it only serves as a passable backdrop for me." Alice obviously just wanted to share what she had been up to lately, and she even found quite a few short videos to show Ye Shuang.
Looking at Alice's excited little expressions, Ye Shuang's mind was still preoccupied with Bobo.
"Next year, it's not entirely out of the question for me to take you out to play," Alice said.
Ye Shuang was still spacing out. Hearing Alice say that, he subconsciously replied, "No need, it's more comfortable at home. I don't really like going out during the Spring Festival."
He didn't know which nerve this struck, but Alice pouted and gave a soft snort.
"We get it, you have a home."
"What's so great about that... I still have Bobo," Alice muttered.
Hearing this, Ye Shuang quickly explained, "I didn't mean it like that. Besides, how could you not have a home, Alice? We actually all welcome you... and..."
Ye Shuang originally wanted to mention Aunt Xian, but considering that their relationship might not have mended yet, he ultimately held his tongue.
Seeing Ye Shuang's smiling face, Alice looked away, still wearing an unhappy expression.
Before Ye Shuang could continue speaking, Alice suddenly said,
"Bobo, see the guest out."
"Uh..." Just as Ye Shuang was about to say something, Bobo spoke up from the side,
"I'm very sorry, Mr. Ye Shuang. Miss Alice is not in a good mood right now. Please come back another time."
Ye Shuang looked at Alice, who had turned her head away, and could only smile before getting up and leaving the RV.
In the end, Ye Shuang didn't manage to get any valuable information. After all, with that little girl Alice glaring at him like a tiger watching its prey, Ye Shuang had no chance to chat with Bobo alone. It seemed he could only look for another opportunity next time.
"Mr. Ye Shuang, let's meet again next time." Before leaving, Ye Shuang and Bobo stood in front of the RV, and Bobo said this.
"Looks like that's the only way." Ye Shuang just smiled. His gaze lingered on Bobo for a few seconds before he waved his hand. "Then I'll be heading back."
"Okay."
However, just as Ye Shuang was about to leave, Bobo suddenly spoke up, "Mr. Ye Shuang."
Hearing this, Ye Shuang paused his steps and turned around. "What is it?"
"..." Bobo then said, "Stay safe."
Ye Shuang smiled and returned to where his car was parked. Watching Ye Shuang's retreating figure, Bobo took out his phone—
The phone had a saved photo, which was exactly that faintly glowing platinum little fish pendant.
Bobo slowly withdrew his gaze and pondered for a moment. Right then, a voice came from the RV behind him, "Bobo, come in quickly."
"Right away, Miss Alice."
...
Having gained nothing all morning, Ye Shuang returned to his car. He sat in the driver's seat and began to think. It seemed he still needed to find a chance to be alone with Bobo; otherwise, with Alice present, it was absolutely impossible to get an opportunity to chat with him one-on-one.
But how could he get that chance?
Ye Shuang pondered for a moment and suddenly seemed to remember something. Some time ago, when he invited Alice to his house for dinner, Bobo had come over to help wash the dishes. There shouldn't be anyone disturbing them at a time like that, right?
Moreover, given Alice's personality, she definitely wouldn't come to the kitchen to watch someone wash dishes. That little girl would probably just stay on the sofa watching TV and playing on her phone.
Thinking of this, Ye Shuang took out his phone, but ultimately put it back down.
After all, Alice was still angry. It would be better to wait until she calmed down a bit before messaging her to ask.
However, letting the relationship between Alice and Aunt Xian drag on like this wasn't a solution either. Many misunderstandings could prevent a lot of problems if resolved immediately. Once they drifted too far apart, it would be hard to even turn back.
Time flashed by, and by noon, Ye Shuang had returned home.
Since he had gone out early in the morning, staying at Alice's place hadn't actually taken up much time; it was just that he hadn't gained anything from it.
"Ye."
Seeing Ye Shuang return, Chen Qin immediately said happily, "Where did you go?"
"Just taking care of a few things. What time did you wake up?" Ye Shuang asked. At this moment, he heard noises coming from the kitchen. He glanced over and found Bai Yuyou and Tang Keke tinkering with something.
"Maybe I was too tired last night." Chen Qin touched her lower abdomen, then gave a fox-like, charming gaze. "Do you think I got pregnant?"
"That kind of thing mostly depends on luck." Ye Shuang wasn't quite sure why Chen Qin was so fixated on having a child. Normally, wouldn't she worry that pregnancy might affect her work?
"Are you planning to have a kid this early?" Ye Shuang asked.
"What are you talking about? I'm already twenty-seven or twenty-eight. Think about it, by the time I get pregnant with my first child and give birth, won't I be almost thirty?" Chen Qin stretched out her fingers, gesturing.
"By the time I have my third child, I'll be in my thirties, right? If we want a few more, wouldn't..."
Before Chen Qin could finish, a bead of cold sweat appeared on Ye Shuang's forehead. "Wait, how many do you want?"
Hearing this, Chen Qin lightly tapped her lips with her finger. "Hmm... around five? Or maybe enough for a soccer team!"
"Uh, wouldn't that be a bit too many?" Ye Shuang asked. Besides, giving birth consumes a lot of vitality every time. Even though Chen Qin could afford the best recovery conditions, many things were ultimately irreversible, and people would age faster.
"It's fine, Ye, we can afford to raise them." Chen Qin smiled brightly.
"Is this a question of whether we can afford it?" Although Ye Shuang really wanted to point out that it wouldn't be good for Chen Qin's body, seeing her adorable smile made him reluctant to spoil the mood.
Anyway, the decision-making power ultimately rested with Ye Shuang.
Besides, once they actually started having kids, Chen Qin might get scared of the pain and no longer claim she could birth a soccer team.
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.”
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.
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?"
lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.
