Early morning.
Feeling the occasional prickling in his eyes, Ye Shuang slowly opened them—noticing the sunlight spilling in from outside the hotel window. He twitched his fingers slightly, turned over a bit, and was greeted by a face full of soft cleavage.
Moving away from the warm softness on his face, Ye Shuang pulled back his gaze. After sitting up, he noticed that Chen Qin was still fast asleep. A few strands of hair clung to her cheeks, giving her an indescribable cuteness.
Ye Shuang originally wanted to get out of bed, but noticed that Chen Qin's fingers were tightly gripping his pajamas.
Noticing this, Ye Shuang watched for a few seconds, then reached out and gently placed his hand on the back of hers. After a few seconds, Chen Qin's fingers slowly loosened.
At this moment, Chen Qin seemed to sense something. Her beautiful eyes slowly opened, and upon seeing Ye Shuang, they narrowed into crescent moons. Even her voice carried a hint of laziness,
"Ye... good morning."
"Sleep a little longer?" Ye Shuang said.
"No more sleep." Chen Qin reached out her arms coquettishly. "Ye, carry me up, I don't have any strength left."
"You seemed to have plenty of strength last night," Ye Shuang said as he picked Chen Qin up. The girl rested her chin on Ye Shuang's shoulder, her delicate arms wrapping around his neck.
"I'm so sore."
"Let's wash up, we'll go down to have breakfast."
"Give me a kiss."
"We haven't brushed our teeth yet."
After dawdling for a while, the two finally washed up, got dressed, and went down to the first floor for breakfast. Although room service was available, Ye Shuang and Chen Qin felt it was better to come down and take a look themselves.
"Two pork chop buns, two egg tarts, and two lattes, please. Thanks," Chen Qin said to the waiter after sitting down.
"Right away."
Chen Qin then placed her laptop on the table and began handling her piled-up work. Perhaps some people brought a laptop to a cafe specifically to enjoy a so-called bourgeois lifestyle, but for Chen Qin, she just hoped to have more time to rest, so she wouldn't have to carry a laptop around everywhere or have her assistant do it.
Chen Qin put on a pair of blue-light-blocking gold-rimmed glasses. Her slightly curly hair fell over the temples of the glasses, adding a touch of maturity to her aura. Her fingers gently tapped the keyboard; quietly working like this, she looked much more like the CEO she was.
Ye Shuang didn't make a sound to interrupt Chen Qin's work. Instead, he took out his phone and started reading an electronic medical book.
Although neither of them spoke, they tacitly did their own things. This atmosphere was very comfortable. There was no need to deliberately chat to liven things up, because for their years of relationship, it simply wasn't necessary.
For newly met friends or long-unseen acquaintances, blindly making awkward small talk to find topics wasn't a sign of a good relationship. True friends could casually start a topic about anything, and even if one disappeared halfway and didn't reply, no one would feel uncomfortable.
In their youth, Ye Shuang and Chen Qin could also stay in a room, each reading manga for an entire afternoon without saying a word, and it wouldn't affect their relationship in the slightest.
"Hah, I have to go on a business trip again." After a while, Chen Qin suddenly took off her glasses, stretched her arms, and let out a sigh.
"With great power comes great responsibility," Ye Shuang joked with a smile from the side. Hearing this, Chen Qin pouted. "Ye, you be the boss."
"My working ability isn't as impressive as yours."
"Hmph, I don't believe it." Chen Qin smiled sweetly, resting her cheek on Ye Shuang's arm. "When I get pregnant with a baby, I'll let you charge into the front lines."
"Alright," Ye Shuang smiled.
After breakfast, Chen Qin stayed in the restaurant until it was almost lunchtime before the two checked out and left the hotel.
"Thanks." By this time, the bellboy had already driven the car out. After taking the keys, Ye Shuang asked Chen Qin beside him, "Shall I drop you back at the company first?"
"What about you, Ye?"
"I..."
"You want to spend more time with Yuyou, right?" Chen Qin smiled.
"Yeah," Ye Shuang nodded honestly.
"Let's go then. You don't have to be so hesitant when talking to me," Chen Qin swayed her body and gave a sweet smile. "I still prefer it when you speak your mind directly."
Ye Shuang looked at Chen Qin, but ultimately couldn't bring himself to say anything.
...
After dropping Chen Qin off at the company, Ye Shuang first returned to his own office to briefly handle some work matters. Then, right before lunchtime, he drove to Yinshan Academy.
"What a busy life." In the parking lot, after squeezing his car between two others, Ye Shuang locked it and couldn't help but sigh.
Glancing at the time, he figured he probably wouldn't make it in time for lunch, so he decided to head back to the infirmary first.
"Hmm?"
Just as Ye Shuang arrived at the door of the school infirmary, he noticed a tall girl standing there, looking left and right like a thief, acting extremely stealthy.
That was...
Ducky.
Seeing An Shiyaya acting so sneakily, Ye Shuang originally wanted to walk over, but found that she directly pushed open the infirmary door, went inside, and closed the door behind her.
What was she doing?
Ye Shuang couldn't help but wonder as he quickly walked up to the infirmary door.
However, he didn't rush to push the door open. Instead, he took a few more steps forward to the infirmary window. Looking through the gap in the curtains, Ye Shuang peered inside—
At this moment, An Shiyaya was standing in front of the medicine cabinet, rummaging for something.
This girl... she couldn't be looking for some weird medicine, could she?
Realizing something was off, Ye Shuang walked back to the door and was about to turn the handle to go in, only to find it was locked from the inside.
Along with the sound of him turning the doorknob, the faint sound of messy footsteps came from inside the infirmary, as if the person inside was panicking.
Ye Shuang: "..."
Ye Shuang silently took out his keys and directly unlocked the infirmary door.
At this time, the infirmary was empty, with only an open window and fluttering curtains in the distance.
Did she jump out the window and slip away like An Shiyu?
Just as Ye Shuang was thinking this, he noticed a pair of shoes under the curtain by another window, as well as the slight slime-like curves outlined against the fabric.
Ye Shuang fell silent for a few seconds. This hiding method of yours, have you been watching too much anime?
Even hiding under the bed would be more reliable than this, right?
Ye Shuang deliberately gave a light cough. "Oh, so there's no one here. I thought there was a mouse inside. Well, I might as well go to the restroom then, mm-hmm."
Immediately following was the sound of the door closing.
After about ten seconds, there was finally some movement from the curtains. An Shiyaya walked out, patting her chest as if breathing a sigh of relief,
"Ah... I almost thought I was going to be discovered."
The next second, she noticed Ye Shuang sitting on the edge of the bed, quietly watching her.
An Shiyaya: OvO Eh...
"You're under arrest, student Ducky," Ye Shuang said seriously.

ver to a world of cultivation and returned invincible. Modern medicine is child's play compared to elixirs; technological might crumbles before true cultivation. My name is Qin Ning, Earth's sole cultivator!

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.”

u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.

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?"