"Grabbed a bite at the snack street outside tonight... A late-night snack? Sure, having a few drinks sounds good too."
The Maybach drove along the night-time overpass, its headlights parting the tide-like darkness. At this moment, Ye Shuang was driving while chatting with Chen Hai on the other end via a Bluetooth earpiece. Hearing that it was his day off today and he was bored out of his mind, he had called the guys out for some drinks.
"Alright, I'm still driving," Ye Shuang continued. Chen Hai was still rambling on the other end, but upon hearing Ye Shuang's words, he immediately raised his voice.
"Damn you, you went to fix your car and didn't invite me?"
"Holy crap, it's a literal car." After dropping a curse word, Ye Shuang hung up the Bluetooth call.
The car fell quiet again. Realizing he had accidentally sworn just now, Ye Shuang gave a light cough and said to Bai Yuyou and Tang Keke, "I'm going out for a late-night snack later. You two remember to go to bed early so it doesn't affect your school tomorrow."
Bai Yuyou and Tang Keke exchanged a glance but didn't say much.
It was already past eight when they got home. Ye Shuang opened the fridge to grab a drink, but noticed the ingredients meant for making soup.
"Hmm... I originally planned to make some soup tonight. If I put this in the freezer... it'll taste like frozen meat when boiled and won't be good." Ye Shuang silently withdrew his gaze.
"Yuyou, Keke, do you guys want some soup?"
The two girls in the living room turned their heads, neither of them speaking.
Until Keke let out a burp and then scratched her head in embarrassment.
Alright then...
After spending some time in the kitchen, Ye Shuang returned to his room, updated his novel for a bit, and then planned to take a shower before heading out.
But just as he grabbed his clothes and was about to head to the bathroom, he felt something and turned to look at the door—
Stare...
Ye Shuang: "..."
Noticing Ye Shuang's gaze, the person shrank back a little.
Stare...
Bai Yuyou, hugging her snow-white pajamas, peeked half her body out from the doorframe. Her jewel-like beautiful eyes blinked. "Ye Shuang, let's shower together. I'll wash your back."
"Alright, come here." Ye Shuang originally wanted to say something else, but he just smiled faintly and didn't refuse.
Since there was no time for a bath, Ye Shuang just took a quick shower. Bai Yuyou sat on a small stool, her waist-length hair pinned up, revealing her smooth back and neck.
Ye Shuang washed her back with a soapy sponge and said, "Go to bed early tonight. Your legs might still ache tomorrow."
After all, hiking and mountain climbing would usually leave someone with average stamina with sore legs the next day.
"I want to sleep with Ye Shuang," Bai Yuyou turned her head around, the tip of her nose still dotted with a bit of foam.
"Okay, but you go to sleep first." Ye Shuang reached out a finger and gently wiped the foam off the tip of Bai Yuyou's nose. Seeing her close her eyes, he pinched the young girl's cheek.
After a quick shower, Ye Shuang headed out.
...
By the barbecue table, Chen Hai and Fugui were chatting. It wasn't just the two of them; Chen Qin was also there, resting her chin on her hand and playing on her phone. Chen Qin was dressed rather casually, wearing a beige short-sleeved top that accentuated her full chest, paired with a white gauze maxi skirt and canvas shoes. Overall, she gave off a sweet, girl-next-door vibe.
"Ye still isn't here," Chen Qin said, starting to yawn.
"He should be here soon. Besides, didn't you say you had work? Why did you suddenly tag along?" Chen Hai looked at her with a bit of disdain. This girl really couldn't muster any enthusiasm when Ye Shuang wasn't around.
"Hmph, who told you guys to sneak out for good food without me." Chen Qin snorted, then her eyes lit up as if she noticed something. "Ye!"
Ye Shuang was carrying a thermal soup pot. Seeing Chen Qin walking briskly toward him, he was a bit surprised.
"Didn't you say you were busy?"
"Hehe, surprised?" Chen Qin reached out and hooked her arm around Ye Shuang's, then planted a kiss on his cheek.
"It is quite a surprise. I thought it'd just be us old guys drinking." Ye Shuang smiled and finally sat down with Chen Qin.
Chen Hai also noticed what Ye Shuang was holding. "What's that?"
"Pork rib soup." Ye Shuang placed the soup pot on the table and took out disposable plastic bowls from a bag.
"Come, come, one bowl for everyone."
"Oh, you actually made soup for us. How thoughtful." Chen Hai took a bowl of soup and took a sip, then smacked his lips. "Something's not right. Why does this taste like takeout?"
"I feel the same," Chen Qin also said.
"Little Shuangshuang, is this really prepared for us? It's not leftovers from somewhere, is it?" Fugui also asked, cupping his face.
Ye Shuang silently drank his soup without saying a word, just rolling his eyes.
MSG. I added MSG.
"Why didn't you bring little Yuyou along?" Chen Qin asked at this moment.
"Her..." Ye Shuang recalled how she had devoured everything on the table earlier and gave a light cough. "It's better if she doesn't eat so much."
"Isn't it good to eat more when she's growing?"
"It's too much..."
Chen Qin: "?"
The group chatted casually for a while. Then, the boss, who had a cigarette dangling from his mouth and a Crayon Shin-chan tattoo, walked over. "Skewers, all served."
"Alright."
Chen Hai had just picked up a skewer when he gave a light cough, looking as if he was about to make an announcement. "Everyone stop, I have something to say."
"Are you an idiot?"
"Bullshit." Chen Hai glared. "I'm serious, listen up."
"Speak."
"Qiaoqiao is going to have a little brother or sister." As soon as Chen Hai said this, everyone, including Ye Shuang and Chen Qin, froze for a moment.
"You..." Ye Shuang frowned. "Screwing around again?"
"Are you asking for a death wish, Chen Hai!" Chen Qin also slammed the table. "You found another Zhou Min, didn't you?"
"Haven't you learned your lesson?" Ye Shuang also added.
Seeing Chen Qin and Ye Shuang chiming in together, Chen Hai immediately cursed, "Screw you guys, this baby is Feng Shan's!"
"Oh."
"So that's how it is. Why didn't you say so earlier?"
"Hey, what are you getting so worked up for? We were just asking."
Ye Shuang and Chen Qin instantly quieted down and started eating their skewers as if nothing had happened.
Chen Hai: "..."
You guys change your faces so fast.
"Congratulations, congratulations. I thought you and Feng Shan... Looks like you can still make babies after all." Ye Shuang smiled. And aside from the first one being a one-shot success, this was considered their second child in all these years.
"Of course. In a few years, we might even have a third." After Chen Hai spoke, he looked at Ye Shuang and Chen Qin. "You two need to hurry up too. Once you pass thirty, your bodily functions will decline very quickly."
"Uh..." Ye Shuang glanced beside him. Chen Qin had already buried her head, her cheeks slightly flushed.
Come to think of it, Ye Shuang and Chen Qin hadn't used any protection either, and he finished inside every time. It was just that there had been no news yet.
"Let nature take its course," Ye Shuang simply said. At this age, they really did need a child.
But Chen Qin touched her lower abdomen, as if she was thinking about something.

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?"

g Yu was preparing for retirement when her organization decided to eliminate her. She transmigrated to a zombie apocalypse world. However, a tiny unexpected situation occurred: She somehow transformed into an adorable little girl?!

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!

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.”