Not long after, the older shop assistant returned with light, brisk steps.
She carried two high-quality shopping bags in her hands, along with a smaller, more discreetly wrapped paper bag.
"Sir, both dresses you requested are here, and the sizes have been confirmed," she said, her smile noticeably more sincere and brimming with visible enthusiasm. "Since your purchase exceeds twenty thousand, we’re also giving you a membership card for our store."
Then, she handed over the small paper bag. "Additionally, these are the complimentary gifts selected according to your sister’s… your request. They’ve been packaged as well."
"If you’re satisfied with the quality of our clothes, we’d be delighted to welcome you back."
Su Qi reached out and naturally took all three bags into his hands.
The two larger shopping bags felt slightly heavy due to the weight of the dress fabrics.
As for the small paper bag… despite containing two items, it was almost weightless, barely registering in his grip.
Well, freebies are freebies… they really skimped on the materials…
Ah well, no point complaining now. It’d be awkward to ask for an exchange.
Next, Su Qi handed the shopping bag containing the dress Liu Yuan had picked out to her.
"Here, take it."
It wasn’t a matter of lacking courtesy or unwillingness to carry it—after all, the dress wasn’t that heavy.
But he could feel his sister’s gaze practically glued to the bag, unable to look away.
Just as Su Qi expected, Liu Yuan showed no displeasure. Instead, she accepted it with sheer joy, cradling it carefully against her chest, her face alight with pure happiness.
"Thank you, brother!"
Her radiance outshone even the vibrant colors of the surrounding clothing.
Su Qi then passed Yun Huang’s dress to her as well. "This one’s yours."
As for the two freebies?
Sorry, but unless Su Qi got hit by a truck on the way home, he’d sooner burn them to ashes before passing out.
Ugh, who even comes up with such gifts?
They’re practically a public menace!
"Let’s go," Su Qi called out, taking the lead.
Liu Yuan clung tightly to her bag, following closely behind.
Yun Huang maintained her usual composure, walking behind them, her thoughtful gaze lingering on Liu Yuan’s skipping figure.
Stepping out of "Neon Silhouette," the afternoon sun remained warm.
The city’s bustle surrounded them—cars honking, crowds chattering, the urban clamor rushing in.
Under the sunlight, the young girl hugged her beloved gift, the young man carried the shopping bags, and behind them walked an ethereal beauty with an air of quiet elegance.
The scene was warm and harmonious.
Su Qi glanced at Liu Yuan beside him, then at Yun Huang half a step behind.
This kind of peaceful routine… wasn’t so bad, was it?
Liu Yuan swung her bag lightly, her steps buoyant. "Brother, brother! There’s an ice cream shop up ahead that looks really good!"
Su Qi, who had only just recovered from the earlier shaved ice ordeal: "…"
He felt the urgent need to correct someone’s itinerary—and his own digestive limits.
"Let’s find a place to sit first," Su Qi suggested, his tone leaving no room for argument.
Liu Yuan rarely opposed her brother’s ideas. "We’ve been walking for a while, so a break sounds nice."
"There’s a park right ahead!"
Just past the commercial street, a small urban park came into view.
It wasn’t large, but it was neatly maintained.
Sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting dappled shadows on the ground.
A short distance away, children chased each other across the grass, their laughter ringing intermittently.
They found an empty bench and sat down.
The wooden bench carried the warmth of the sun.
Without much thought, Su Qi took the middle seat.
The moment he settled in, Liu Yuan’s attention was captured by an elderly man pushing a small cart selling popsicles nearby.
"Brother…" She tugged lightly at Su Qi’s sleeve, her voice tinged with hopeful caution.
Su Qi followed her gaze.
An old-fashioned pushcart, an insulated box, a few simple flavors.
Clearly, his sister was in a snacky mood today.
Then again…
It might also be because he’d stolen her milk tea earlier.
With a quiet sigh, Su Qi stood. "I’ll get it."
He walked over and ordered a simple milk popsicle.
The old man deftly opened the cooler, retrieved the treat, and handed it to him.
After a brief pause, Su Qi added an ice cream to the order.
Then, he returned with the frosty popsicle and ice cream in hand—only to find his seat usurped.
Yun Huang sat on the left, Liu Yuan in the middle.
Only the rightmost spot remained for him.
He passed the popsicle to his sister.
Her face instantly lit up as she peeled back the wrapper and took a delicate lick.
"Mmm… so sweet!"
Liu Yuan’s eyes curved with contentment, a dab of white cream soon clinging to her lips.
Su Qi had to stretch his arm to hand the ice cream to Yun Huang.
Yun Huang glanced at the treat, then at Su Qi, before accepting it gracefully.
She unwrapped it with refined movements, taking small, measured bites.
Her usual aloof demeanor softened slightly, touched by the simple pleasure of the ice cream.
Su Qi leaned back against the bench, watching Liu Yuan enjoy her treat with unbridled delight.
The sunlight was warm, the breeze carrying the scent of grass and earth.
The children nearby continued their play.
A little boy snatched a ball from a girl, who stomped her foot in frustration and yelled, "I’m not playing with you anymore! Never again!"
The boy stuck out his tongue and ran off with the ball.
Yet, within minutes, he returned, sheepishly shoving the ball back into the girl’s hands.
The two exchanged a look, their earlier "falling out" forgotten as they giggled and resumed their game.
Young hearts—quick to anger, quicker to forgive.
Su Qi watched the scene, an indescribable feeling stirring in his chest.
Simple. Pure.
But…
Not all troubles, not all unhappiness, could vanish as swiftly as a child’s quarrel.
He turned his head, observing Liu Yuan’s serene profile as her nimble tongue swiped the melting popsicle.
Her quiet smile, half-lit by the sunlight, seemed almost dreamlike.
Yet…
Let’s not forget one thing.
Today’s outing wasn’t meant to be a date with his sister, nor was it to critique the "questionable" freebies from "Neon Silhouette."
The afternoon sun still warmed his skin, lulling him into comfort, but the faint weight in his heart refused to dissipate.
"What’s really happening on Great Xia’s frontlines?"
"Have the Descendants’ activities been more frequent lately?"
How long would this fleeting peace last?
Su Qi didn’t know.
But he knew now wasn’t the time to ask Yun Huang.
Such topics would only ruin the moment.
Next time, then.
For now…
The sunlight was gentle, the breeze mild.
That was enough.
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.
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!
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
ts me of treason?" "Correct. The host must return to the capital and gradually build up influence." "Wait—I have half a million soldiers, and you want me to go back to the capital to 'build influence'?" "Host, you are currently the Northern Garrison General, loyal to the Great Xia Dynasty." "Of course I am loyal to Great Xia! Absolutely loyal!" "But you keep referring to yourself as 'We'..." "Never mind the details! Summon all the regional commanders and military officers! We suspect treacherous officials are manipulating the court! They shall march with Us to the capital and purge the corrupt!" "......"
