"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!"
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.”
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?"
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
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
