Looking at her daughter's retreating figure, Aunt Xian felt a sharp prick in her heart, like a needle. They used to talk about everything, but now they were like strangers.
The child was perhaps not at fault, but Aunt Xian ultimately couldn't get past that hurdle in her heart.
At this moment, Aunt Xian turned her gaze into the room, and the next second, she froze—
Because Ye Shuang was sitting on the sofa, with her daughter massaging his legs beside him, and behind him was a large slime girl. From the angle of the entryway, it looked to Aunt Xian as if Ye Shuang's head was resting right on top of it.
You... are you enjoying yourself that much?
How could you!
How improper!
Aunt Xian walked into the room, just about to ask something, when she noticed that Ye Shuang's expression was off. Even the air was filled with a faint smell of medicine.
"Aunt Xian." Seeing it was her, Ye Shuang spoke up to greet her.
However, because his neck was completely stiff, even trying to get up made him grimace in pain.
At this point, Aunt Xian also noticed the medicinal wine in Tang Keke's hands. Her expression relaxed, and she asked, "I'm here to bother you again. What happened to you, Shuangzai? Getting your legs massaged and your back rubbed, you're really enjoying yourself."
"Uh..." Ye Shuang couldn't exactly explain that it was from holding her daughter while sleeping until dawn, so he had to say he slept in a bad position, resulting in a stiff neck and numb legs.
Hearing this, Aunt Xian expressed her concern for a few words but didn't think too deeply about it. Instead, she looked at Bai Yuyou.
Bai Yuyou also looked over and called out, "Mom."
"Good girl, Mommy might be holding a concert soon. Do you want to come see it?" Aunt Xian asked with a smile, seeing her daughter greet her.
A concert...
Bai Yuyou then looked at Ye Shuang beside her.
"Shuangzai, you should come too." Aunt Xian asked Ye Shuang, "But I heard you're very busy with work. Will you have time to come over?"
"A concert?" Hearing this, Ye Shuang just asked about the date of the concert. Upon learning it was in a month, he agreed.
He had taken a short leave of absence to accompany Bai Yuyou these past few days. If it was a month from now, he could definitely take Bai Yuyou to see Aunt Xian's concert.
"Can I bring my friends along?" Bai Yuyou suddenly asked.
"Of course you can." Aunt Xian agreed without hesitation, even smiling and telling Bai Yuyou, "Sweetie, you can even perform on stage if you want."
Perform...
"Ye Shuang, we can perform," Bai Yuyou said to Ye Shuang.
Ye Shuang: "..."
Don't mess around.
"Aunt Xian's concert is on the scale of tens of thousands of paying attendees, it's impossible." Although there were a lot of people when the Light Music Club performed at the school anniversary, even reaching ten thousand, the situation was different back then. The school anniversary performance was free, and each hobby club took turns on stage. But a concert was filled with fans who actually paid real money to be there.
"Is that so?" Bai Yuyou nodded after hearing Ye Shuang's rejection.
"Of course it's possible. How could I not agree when my good girl wants to perform?" Aunt Xian agreed readily, which even surprised Ye Shuang.
"Aunt Xian, is it really okay?"
"Why wouldn't it be? I want to show off my good daughter to my fans. What's wrong with that?" Aunt Xian replied.
"This..."
But since Aunt Xian put it that way, Ye Shuang didn't say much more.
"Keke, we're on," Bai Yuyou said to Keke, who was watching the drama from the sidelines.
Keke froze for a moment, pointing a small finger at herself.
"Ah, me?"
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Bai Yuyou obviously wanted everyone in the Light Music Club to participate in the concert. However, since Aunt Xian had already agreed, Ye Shuang decided to help contact the Light Music Club.
"Mom." At this moment, Bai Yuyou suddenly spoke up.
Seeing Bai Yuyou take the initiative to talk to her, Aunt Xian blinked in pleasant surprise. "What does my good girl want to say?"
"Alice, can we invite her?" Bai Yuyou asked.
Aunt Xian's face stiffened. She fell silent for a few seconds, momentarily not knowing what to say.
"Alice is also your daughter. She did nothing wrong... She likes you too," Bai Yuyou said. "You both care about each other. Staying away from each other all the time will only cause hurt."
Bai Yuyou knew this clearly. During the time she wasn't speaking to Ye Shuang, she suffered from insomnia almost every night. That feeling was like having one's soul torn into pieces.
"Alright, Mom promises you." Aunt Xian seemed to have figured things out a bit, reaching out to gently pat Bai Yuyou's head.
Watching from the side, Ye Shuang couldn't help but feel a little gratified.
...
In the blink of an eye, several days passed. Bai Yuyou and Tang Keke went to school normally as well.
And Ye Shuang also returned to his corporate life.
Because he was quite busy with work today, Ye Shuang was having lunch in his office.
"Takeout is so gross. Mister, you could at least make some bento and bring it over, right?" At the assistant's desk, An Shiyu was expressionlessly biting into a burger, looking as if she had nothing left to live for, chewing it like wax.
"Eating in the cafeteria is so convenient, there's no need to bring your own food," Ye Shuang replied. Besides, he also had to update his novel, so he normally wouldn't bring food when coming to the company for work.
His gaze then fell on the girl beside him. An Shiyu was wearing a maid outfit, lazily resting her crossed legs on the desk. He wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but he noticed that the items on An Shiyu's desk were piling up more and more.
She had even stopped pretending with the old computer case that housed the latest specs, and set up a PlayStation console on the side—while the monitor had been swapped for a thirty-something-inch ultrawide screen.
It seemed that ever since he met An Shiyu, this girl was always able to appear by his side?
So now, no matter how foolish Kou Kou might be, she was actually well aware that An Shiyu's relationship with President Ye was extraordinary, and it seemed An Shiyu was also very familiar with President Chen.
"How about I teach you how to cook? Then you can make food for yourself." Ye Shuang, holding documents in his hands and reviewing them, smiled and replied to the lazy fish.
"..." An Shiyu muttered a phrase in her hometown dialect and looked away. "What an idiot."
"Hmm? What were you just saying?"
"Nothing, I said you're very handsome," An Shiyu said lazily. "Oh, by the way, I've already finished processing these documents. Can I go out and slack off for a bit?"
"You're the only one who would tell your boss so bluntly that you want to slack off," Ye Shuang said helplessly, but still added, "Go ahead."
"Oh, I'm out of here." An Shiyu, wearing her maid outfit, swayed as she walked away.
"Aren't you going to change your clothes?" Looking at her back, Ye Shuang couldn't help but ask. Wasn't that outfit a bit too conspicuous?
"Eh, Mister, you actually want to watch me change clothes?" From the still-open door, An Shiyu's head popped back in.
"No."
"Oh."
or! A blessing for those who struggle with love, a guidebook for dating novices. Quickly match with your dream goddess! Complete walkthroughs earn rewards, and perfect walkthroughs unlock limited achievements!】 Shen Yi, an ordinary office worker, accidentally downloads a mini-game called Dating Simulator. The mini-game is simple: randomly search for dating targets, simulate dates, and receive rewards upon successful confession. Rewards include but are not limited to money, attributes, and skills. The higher the evaluation, the better the rewards, with perfect ratings unlocking mysterious achievements. Shen Yi plans to use this mysterious mini-game to continuously pursue targets and improve himself, making his life better and better. ...... However, after several successful walkthroughs, Shen Yi suddenly notices something strange - the targets he previously simulated dating seem to be searching for him in real life?
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?"
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
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.”
