"Who are you?" Ye Shuang appeared beside the man, gripping his wrist and yanking him up.
"Ow! What the hell are you doing?!"
Ye Shuang didn’t respond. Perhaps due to the commotion, a patrolling security guard approached to check on the situation. After learning that Chen Qin had been harassed and touched inappropriately, they escorted the man away.
"I—I just grabbed her arm on reflex, I didn’t do anything!"
Chen Qin, spotting Ye Shuang, immediately put on a pitiful expression and pointed at her wrist. "It hurts… Ye Shuang, rub it for me…"
"You never cried about pain when we used to fight as kids," Ye Shuang said. "And why did you just call me 'husband'?"
"Emergency situation," Chen Qin replied, taking off her sunglasses and blinking her starry eyes. "You recognized me even with these on?"
"I don’t know. I just had a feeling it was you." Ye Shuang wasn’t lying—they’d grown up together, and he could always tell it was her at a glance. Maybe it was also her flashy, high-end outfit.
She had that rich-girl aura, standing out like a crane among chickens.
"Hmm—" At this point, Chen Qin finally noticed Bai Yuyou beside Ye Shuang. Well, she’d actually noticed earlier but had tried to convince herself she was seeing things.
Bai Yuyou stood there quietly, just holding onto the hem of Ye Shuang’s shirt.
"You brought a girl along to pick me up?" Chen Qin gave Ye Shuang a pointed look. "That’s a bit much, don’t you think?"
"You messaged me while Yuyou and I were about to go shopping," Ye Shuang explained.
"What were you buying?" Chen Qin asked.
"Uh…" Ye Shuang thought for a moment. "Clothes."
"Underwear," Bai Yuyou added softly.
The air grew still.
"Oh. So I interrupted your date," Chen Qin said coldly before turning on her heel and walking away.
Ye Shuang watched her retreating figure, counting silently in his head. "Three… two… one…"
Sure enough, Chen Qin suddenly stopped, glanced back tentatively, and when she saw Ye Shuang still standing there—watching her with an amused smile—she bit her lip, stomped her high heel, and marched back.
"You heartless man. You didn’t even chase after me."
"Why would I chase you if you’re not actually mad?" Ye Shuang said.
He knew Chen Qin too well—he could always tell when she was genuinely upset and when she was faking it.
Chen Qin suddenly decided that Ye Shuang being this perceptive wasn’t entirely a good thing. She crossed her arms. "Buy me lunch, and I’ll forgive you."
"Sure thing, Miss Chen," Ye Shuang chuckled.
Since it was nearly lunchtime, Ye Shuang drove the two to a nearby restaurant.
On the way, Chen Qin sat in the passenger seat, chattering about recent events—not because Ye Shuang had asked her to, but because she’d naturally claimed the spot, leaving Bai Yuyou to sit in the back.
Ye Shuang drove, occasionally responding to Chen Qin’s chatter.
Meanwhile, Bai Yuyou, sitting in the back, realized this scene felt familiar. Yes… back when they’d driven home from school, it had been like this too—except then, she’d been the one in the passenger seat.
She wanted to join the conversation but couldn’t follow much of it. Their talk was peppered with foreign phrases, Cantonese, and topics she didn’t understand.
The feeling reminded her of something.
In the classroom, she’d often sat in the corner, eavesdropping on classmates discussing things she couldn’t grasp. Unable to contribute, she’d felt like an outsider in their world.
Just then, Chen Qin flipped down the passenger-side vanity mirror.
She’d meant to check if her makeup needed touching up, but instead, she caught sight of Bai Yuyou in the reflection—head bowed, fingers fidgeting absently, long hair spilling over the seat, her whole demeanor quiet and distant.
Chen Qin reapplied her lipstick, then turned to Ye Shuang. "Ye Shuang, let’s go underwear shopping together later."
Ye Shuang blinked.
"What’s with that look?" Chen Qin smirked. "Or would you prefer to take her shopping for underwear yourself?"
Ye Shuang sighed. He hadn’t even considered that, but if Chen Qin was willing to help Bai Yuyou pick something out, that’d be ideal.
At a red light, Ye Shuang glanced back. "Yuyou, how about Chen Qin goes underwear shopping with you later?"
Bai Yuyou, snapped out of her daze, looked up and nodded.
"Okay."
"Where are we eating?" Chen Qin asked. "Just so you know, I’m not eating any mushy curry paste or whatever."
"Just a regular restaurant. The food’s fine," Ye Shuang said, though he hadn’t put much thought into the choice.
Chen Qin turned to Bai Yuyou. "What do you like to eat?"
Bai Yuyou answered without thinking. "Ye Shuang’s cooking."
"Then I want that too," Chen Qin declared, swiveling back to Ye Shuang. "I haven’t had it in ages."
Ye Shuang: "…"
"If we go grocery shopping now and cook, it’ll be too late to go shopping afterward… and don’t you have an evening flight?"
"I don’t care. I want it. You two can go underwear shopping at night instead."
Ye Shuang: "?"
Since when was it just the two of them?
"Yuyou, what do you think?" Ye Shuang asked.
Bai Yuyou whispered, "I want to eat."
Of course—she was a foodie at heart.
But what Ye Shuang didn’t realize was that Chen Qin, in her own way, had drawn Bai Yuyou into the conversation, pulling her out of the quiet isolation she’d been in moments ago.
Chen Qin knew what Bai Yuyou had been through and was looking out for her in her own style.
Soon, Ye Shuang detoured to a market for groceries.
After parking in the neighborhood, Chen Qin stepped out and eyed the rundown complex. "Does this place even have an elevator?"
"Nope," Ye Shuang said. "If you can’t handle the stairs—"
"You’ll carry me?"
"No, I was going to say you could wait in the car."
Chen Qin pouted. "I can climb."
Back at the apartment, Ye Shuang started washing rice for the rice cooker while Bai Yuyou helped prep ingredients.
As for Chen Qin? Her culinary skills began and ended at cooking rice—and with her illustrious history of setting three pots on fire, Ye Shuang firmly directed her to the living room couch.
"Where does Ye Shuang sleep?" Chen Qin mused aloud, scanning the room until her gaze landed on a bedroom door.
"Ye Shuang, I’m going to check out your room."
"Sure," Ye Shuang replied absently while chopping vegetables—then froze.
Because…
He and Bai Yuyou shared a bed.

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.

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?

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.”