In the evening, after a busy day, Ye Shuang returned home with Little Yezi.
As soon as they walked through the door, the two noticed Bai Yuyou and Tang Keke bustling about in the kitchen. The two girls seemed to be discussing the order of seasonings for the dishes. Accompanied by the faint, comforting aroma of food, the scene had a way of bringing peace to one's heart.
At this moment, Yezi stood on her tiptoes, peering toward the kitchen. Judging by her unblinking, eager expression, it seemed her stomach was indeed rumbling. It appeared the little radish was no less of a foodie than Bai Yuyou. However, compared to Yuyou's expressionless face, Little Yezi's expression was much more fitting for a little foodie.
"Hungry?" Seeing this, Ye Shuang smiled and asked Little Yezi.
"I'm hungry, Daddy. Can I help Mommy cook?" Little Yezi asked, her eyes fixed straight ahead.
"Go ahead, but be careful not to get burned," Ye Shuang said.
"Okay!"
After changing into her slippers, Little Yezi slipped into the kitchen. It was only then that Tang Keke and Bai Yuyou noticed her presence. Bai Yuyou, still wearing an apron and holding a spatula, saw Little Yezi looking up at her and used her free hand to rub the little girl's head.
"Are you hungry?"
"I'm hungry. Can I help Mommy cook?" Yezi asked.
"I'll teach you," Bai Yuyou said.
"Okay—"
"Step one, put the meat in first to fry out the oil." Bai Yuyou began to demonstrate to Little Yezi.
"Oh, oh." Yezi watched with absolute concentration.
"Step two, add scallions, ginger, and garlic." Bai Yuyou tossed the ingredients into the wok.
"Oh, oh, oh."
"Then, start stir-frying." As Bai Yuyou spoke, she tossed in the rest of the ingredients with a sizzle and began tossing the wok, leaving Yezi staring in dumbfounded awe.
It seemed she was already lost.
"Yuyou, it seems you have no talent for teaching kids," Keke teased from the side. Who on earth teaches a little kid to cook like that right from the start?
"I do," Bai Yuyou said.
"No, you don't."
"Yezi, I'll teach you how to toss the wok." The wok in Bai Yuyou's hand was half the size of Yezi's body. With Yezi's strength, it would be extremely difficult for her to toss a wok to stir-fry.
"Don't force Yezi just to prove yourself!"
Watching the two older girls and the little one in the kitchen, Ye Shuang crossed his arms and smiled faintly. Then he turned around, planning to head upstairs to change into some looser clothes.
Just after Ye Shuang went upstairs, Yi Wan, attracted by the noise, slowly sauntered into the kitchen with its tail raised, looking curiously at Bai Yuyou and the others.
"Kitty." Upon seeing Yi Wan, Yezi reached out and patted its head.
Yi Wan seemed to like Yezi very much, eagerly lifting its head to rub against the palm of her hand, not forgetting to weave and rub against her legs.
"Do you like him?" Keke asked from the side.
"I do." Yezi nodded. "I like Yi Wan."
"So you know his name is Yi Wan," Tang Keke beamed. "Do you know why he is called Yi Wan?"
Yezi thought for a moment and then said, "Surgery fee, ten thousand."
"You even know that? Did your brother tell you?" Keke was a bit surprised, as not everyone knew the origin of Yi Wan's name.
"Mommy told me," Yezi said.
"Mommy..." Tang Keke looked at Bai Yuyou beside her, but the young woman looked innocent; she hadn't brought up any such topic, nor had she ever mentioned Yi Wan's origins.
"Then it must be Sister Chen Qin." Keke didn't mind too much, since Yezi also called Sister Chen Qin 'Mommy', but...
"Why don't you call me Mommy?" Keke pointed at herself. Was she being ignored?
Yezi looked at Keke and ultimately said nothing.
"Eh, is it because I look so young?" Keke said, not forgetting to smugly twist her body. But in the next second, Bai Yuyou grabbed her schoolbag.
"Yuyou, what are you doing?!" Keke hugged her schoolbag.
"Keke is suited to be a mommy," Bai Yuyou said.
"No I'm not!"
...
After a simple dinner, Ye Shuang let Keke and Bai Yuyou take Little Yezi to bathe, while he returned to the bathroom in his own room to take a shower.
"I've been showering by myself lately, am I getting a bit unaccustomed to it?" After stepping out of the bathroom, Ye Shuang realized that less than ten minutes had passed. He knew that taking a shower with Yuyou or Chen Qin always took at least half an hour.
Therefore, two people showering together didn't necessarily save time; rather, it prolonged the process significantly.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, Ye Shuang continued to browse his messages.
"A lot really happened at the company today. Should I revise the internal referral mechanism?" Recalling the issues reported by the auditing department, Ye Shuang sat on the bed, drying his hair with a towel.
With this in mind, he picked up his laptop nearby and began drafting a document. The main purpose was to prevent unqualified employees from entering through internal referrals, which could cause negative impacts and losses to the group.
Ye Shuang had adjusted the internal referral policy before, but he hadn't expected that he had still been somewhat negligent. Without strictly enforcing the related clauses, some toxic elements had managed to sneak in.
"We need to be stricter when screening employees. It's way too easy to get in through internal referrals, and proper background checks aren't even being done." Ye Shuang pondered. After thinking about solutions for a while longer, he slowly closed his laptop.
Since there was still a little time left before bed, Ye Shuang began to update his novel for the day.
Perhaps because he was preoccupied with company matters, he ended up staring blankly at the manuscript he had written.
[Item: Recently written novel. Highly sweet, no tragedy.]
Seeing the faint system window before his eyes, Ye Shuang snapped back to reality and continued to finish the rest of the draft.
[Just finished writing a chapter of a novel]
[Your stamina has slightly increased]
[The physiological curvature of your neck has started to straighten]
[Your tenosynovitis is 20% complete]
Ye Shuang: "..."
Frightened, Ye Shuang quickly lifted his neck and twisted it slightly.
[Looking up now is useless]
[Acquired a useless piece of trivia]
Has the system started acting up again recently?
Just as Ye Shuang was thinking this, the sound of the door being pushed open came from behind him. Although it was very faint, it still caught his attention.
Ye Shuang turned his head and found a large and a small head peeking in from outside the door.
"What's wrong?" Seeing that it was Bai Yuyou and Yezi, Ye Shuang turned around and asked with a smile.
In the next second, Bai Yuyou and Yezi each pulled out a pillow.
"Ye Shuang, sleep."
"Daddy, sleep."
Ye Shuang took a look and realized it was almost ten o'clock.
"Where's Keke?" Ye Shuang asked.
"Keke is in her room," Bai Yuyou said, leading Yezi into the room and finally placing their pillows next to Ye Shuang's.
Ye Shuang looked at them, eventually shifting his gaze to Yezi and Bai Yuyou.
The two were staring at him eagerly.
"Alright, let's go to sleep early tonight." Ye Shuang didn't refuse; getting to bed early was a good idea since he had to go to work at the school tomorrow.
"Okay."
...

young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."

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.”

] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"

d intelligence to keep the plot moving, and sometimes even the protagonists are forced into absurdly dumb decisions. Why does the A-list celebrity heroine in urban romance novels ditch the top-tier movie star and become a lovestruck fool for a pockmarked male lead? Why do the leads in historical tragedy novels keep dancing between love and death, only for the blind healer to end up suffering the most? And Gu Wei never expected that after finally landing a villain role to stir up trouble, she’d pick the wrong gender! No choice now—she’ll just have to crush the protagonists as a girl!