"You've had too much to drink."
Chen Qin supported Ye Shuang as they entered the elevator, then guided him to a guest room on the second floor. After helping him sit on the edge of the bed, she bent down to remove his shoes and socks.
"Tha…" Ye Shuang mumbled incoherently.
"You’re no match for my dad when it comes to drinking. You should take better care of yourself," Chen Qin said, sitting beside him. Seeing how uncomfortable he looked, with his arm draped over his eyes, she pressed the service bell by the bed.
Within seconds, there was a knock at the door, and a middle-aged woman entered. "Miss?"
"Auntie, could you bring me a warm towel?" Chen Qin asked.
"Of course."
Soon, Chen Qin began gently wiping Ye Shuang’s face with the warm towel. Since he was in no state to shower, she just wanted him to sleep more comfortably.
Watching him drift into slumber, Chen Qin pressed her thumb against the now-cool towel and stole another glance at him.
A thought crossed her mind, and a faint blush crept onto her cheeks. She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, revealing her fair profile—then leaned in slightly, her face mere centimeters from Ye Shuang’s.
"Mmm." Ye Shuang let out an unconscious murmur, startling Chen Qin. She straightened up abruptly, her face burning crimson.
After confirming he was still asleep, she exhaled in relief.
"Mom… I’m sorry…" Ye Shuang’s sudden, unconscious whisper softened Chen Qin’s heart.
After suffering such a blow, Ye Shuang might not show it outwardly, but he must be hurting deeply inside. He wasn’t one to rely on others—sometimes even a little stubborn.
Gently stroking his hair, Chen Qin whispered tenderly,
"Ah Ye, you can lean on me. I’ll always be here for you."
Leaving Ye Shuang’s room, Chen Qin noticed the woman still waiting outside and asked, "Auntie, did you prepare fresh clothes for that girl?"
"Yes, Miss Bai has already taken a shower."
"Then you should rest too. It’s late."
"Of course, Miss."
With nothing else left to do, Chen Qin returned to her own room on the third floor.
……
……
"Hey, Ah Chen."
"What’s up?"
In another room, Chen’s Mother sat at her vanity, applying a face mask, while Chen’s Father—despite having drunk heavily—remained relatively sober, still playing mahjong on his phone.
"What do you think about that girl?"
"Pretty, but I don’t think Shuang’s feelings for her are romantic. At least, I didn’t get that impression," Chen’s Father replied without looking up.
"No, that’s not what I meant."
"Huh?"
"Ah Xian… doesn’t she remind you of Ah Xian?" Chen’s Mother said. "I’ve known Xian since we were kids, and that girl looks just like her when she was little."
Chen’s Father finally set his phone down, frowning slightly. "You serious?"
"Yeah," Chen’s Mother nodded. "Remember Xian’s daughter who went missing? She was about three or four at the time… By now, she’d be around seventeen or eighteen."
"No way. If it were really her, wouldn’t she have been sold off to some remote village? How could she still be in school?"
Even as he said it, Chen’s Father sounded uncertain. "Well… back then, getting a household registration wasn’t too difficult."
Chen’s Mother continued, "Tomorrow, ask the girl for more details. If there’s even a chance, I’ll tell Xian and have her come to the mainland."
"You know how it is—after losing her daughter, Xian never had another child. That girl was her only one."
"If this turns out to be true, it’d be nothing short of a miracle."
"Alright."
……
Some time later, Ye Shuang stirred awake in bed, his head spinning and his body aching.
"The ceiling… is spinning…" he groaned, slowly sitting up to steady himself. Beer was one thing, but baijiu always left him feeling wrecked.
He was thirsty.
Scanning the room, he found no water pitcher. There was a service bell on the nightstand—a quick press and a word would summon someone to bring water—but it was late, and he didn’t want to trouble anyone.
"I’ll just go downstairs and get some water myself…" Ye Shuang was no stranger to the Chen household. He’d stayed over many times before, often after late-night hangouts with Chen Hai.
Stepping into the hallway, he found it dimly lit by warm yellow strip lights running along the floor.
"Yawn—" Just as he was about to descend the stairs, a small hand suddenly tugged at his pant leg.
Startled, he looked down to see Bai Yuyou.
"Yuyou?"
The girl was sitting against the wall, clutching a snow-white pillow with one hand while the other held onto his pants. Her upturned face gave her the appearance of a lost little creature.
"What are you doing here?" Ye Shuang crouched to meet her gaze. "Did something happen?"
Bai Yuyou tightened her grip on the pillow, lowering her eyes as she whispered,
"Couldn’t sleep… wanted to sleep with Ye Shuang…"
"But… couldn’t find you…"
"Then… forgot which room was mine…"
Ye Shuang sighed softly, stroking her hair before helping her up.
After guiding her back to his room, he said, "I’m going downstairs for water. Do you want some?"
She shook her head.
"Then wait here for me, okay?"
"Okay."
Soon, Ye Shuang returned with a pitcher of water, set it on the table, and stepped into the bathroom briefly.
By the time he got back to bed, Bai Yuyou was already asleep, curled around his pillow, delicate and fragile in her slumber.
Ye Shuang lay down beside her. Sensing his warmth, she immediately nestled closer, pressing her face against his arm as usual.
"She’s so starved for affection," he murmured, brushing her bangs aside. Feeling her slow, warm breaths against his skin, he closed his eyes.
Still slightly drunk, he fell asleep almost instantly.
A while later, Bai Yuyou’s eyes fluttered open.
She leaned in, planted a soft kiss on Ye Shuang’s lips, then snuggled even closer before drifting off again.
Mm. Married couples should kiss often.
In her mind, Tang Keke’s voice echoed—
"Seal the deal!"
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
] [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!"
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?
