Chapter 228
Ye Zhenzhen pointed at the two towel swans, their necks intertwined, almost kissing.
She looked at the pink rose petals scattered all over the floor, which were so pink that it made her toes curl in embarrassment. The whole room exuded a blush-inducing shade of pink.
"Gu 'Dog' Ran, could this... really be a gift from the hotel?"
Ye Zhenzhen ground her teeth, the words squeezing out from between them, each syllable laced with murderous intent.
Gu Ran crossed his arms and leaned casually against the doorframe.
He leisurely sized up the KingSize bed, which was large enough for three or four people to roll around on.
Not only did he not show the slightest hint of guilt, but he also shrugged innocently.
"Tsk, five-star hotels these days are fiercely competitive."
Gu Ran spouted nonsense without changing his expression.
"We are top-tier VIPs, and we are staying in a double presidential suite. The butler probably thought we were a newlywed couple on our honeymoon. This is called 'humanistic care'."
"Humanistic care on the bedsheets?"
Ye Zhenzhen laughed out of anger and made as if to leave.
"No, I'm checking out. I can't stay in this place!"
"Since we're already here."
Gu Ran chuckled lightly, taking a long stride, his figure flashing past like a phantom.
Before Ye Zhenzhen could react, he had already blocked her only path of retreat.
He approached slowly, his powerful male hormones instantly enveloping the young girl.
Ye Zhenzhen instinctively stepped back, the pink balloons brushing against their feet, making a soft rustling sound.
One step back, two steps forward.
Until the back of Ye Zhenzhen's knees bumped into the edge of the petal-strewn bed.
Her center of gravity shifted, and she fell back onto the soft bedding.
Gu Ran followed suit, leaning over and supporting himself with one hand by her ear.
They were so close that they could see their own reflections in each other's pupils.
The ambiguous scent of jasmine fermented in the air, so thick it was hard to breathe.
"What, are you scared?"
Gu Ran raised an eyebrow, his eyes playful.
"Who... who's scared!"
Ye Zhenzhen stiffened her neck, trying to overpower him with her aura.
But her slightly trembling long eyelashes betrayed her inner panic.
Gu Ran leaned close to her ear and lowered his voice.
"In the cinema, when someone took the initiative to pounce on me and block my mouth, you weren't this timid."
Bringing up the past was like a heavy hammer shattering Ye Zhenzhen's last line of defense.
The memory of that blush-inducing, heart-pounding kiss in the cinema instantly flashed through her mind.
Her original embarrassment instantly burst its banks, turning her face bright red.
"Gu 'Dog' Ran! You... you shameless bastard!"
The young girl became angry out of embarrassment, raising her long leg to kick Gu Ran.
He was already prepared, dodging sideways and pressing down on her.
The two of them instantly fell into the middle of the pile of petals, the soft mattress letting out a muffled sigh.
Ye Zhenzhen exclaimed, her hands pressing against Gu Ran's chest, the scalding heat transmitting from his palm making her feel like she was about to burn up.
Their eyes met, and the atmosphere reached its boiling point at this moment.
Gu Ran's gaze gradually deepened, and just as he was about to lower his head to pluck those tender lips—
"Gurgle—"
A very faint, yet deafeningly loud sound of stomach rumbling in the silent room rang out inappropriately.
The air froze.
Ye Zhenzhen froze, her tightly shut eyes suddenly snapping open.
She wished she could find a hole to hide in right then and there, or just bury herself alive with the blanket.
Gu Ran's movements also stiffened.
He looked at the pretty face in his arms that was so red it looked like it was going to drip blood.
His shoulders began to shake violently, and finally, he couldn't hold it back anymore, letting out a pleasant chuckle.
"It seems Dr. Ye's stomach is more honest than her mouth."
"Don't laugh!"
Ye Zhenzhen was mortified, grabbing a pillow and shoving it into his face.
"Okay, okay, I won't laugh."
Gu Ran sat up, pressing the butler's bell by the bed.
"Business first, let's feed our 'test specialist' first, lest someone accuses me of abusing employees."
Ten minutes later.
The young girl witnessed what true "money speed" was.
Two butlers in tailcoats pushed a dining cart in.
In front of the floor-to-ceiling window, a dining table covered with a snow-white lace tablecloth was quickly set up.
The silver cutlery gleamed with a cold, premium feel under the dim, yellow light.
Gu Ran gentlemanly pulled out a chair for her.
Looking at the miniature traffic and lights outside the window, and then at the expensive delicacies in front of her.
The young girl's guard gradually crumbled in the aroma of the delicious food.
She took small sips of soup, stealing glances at Gu Ran opposite her from time to time.
"What are you looking at me for? Am I tastier than the steak?"
Gu Ran cut a small piece of beef and put it in his mouth, his tone teasing.
"Narcissist."
Ye Zhenzhen withdrew her gaze, but a hint of sweetness welled up in her heart.
Dinner ended in a warm and subtle atmosphere.
When the butlers left, they turned off most of the overhead lights, leaving only a few ambiguous wall lamps and flickering candlelight.
Gu Ran poured her a glass of warm water himself, his fingertips inadvertently brushing against the back of her hand as he handed it to her.
Ye Zhenzhen was still immersed in the afterglow of being "pampered" when she saw him suddenly reach out.
The young man slowly unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt, revealing his clear collarbone lines.
"Dr. Ye."
"What... what are you doing?"
Ye Zhenzhen gripped her water glass tightly, shrinking back warily.
"As the saying goes, you only have the strength to get down to business when you're full."
The corners of Gu Ran's mouth curled up in a dangerous arc.
"Since dinner is over, shouldn't we talk about... what we didn't finish just now?"
Sensing the danger, the young girl hadn't even had time to get up and run away.
She was scooped up by her slender waist, her whole body lifting into the air.
"Ah! Gu Ran, put me down!"
Gu Ran completely ignored her protests, carrying her straight to the large bed covered in rose petals.
The young man gently placed her in the center of the bed, leaning over her amidst the room full of pink fantasy.
Outside the window was the bustling night view of the imperial capital, while inside the room was the rich scent of jasmine.
Their breaths intertwined, and Gu Ran leaned close to her ear.
His warm breath sprayed on the crook of her neck, causing a fine shudder.
"Gu... Gu Ran."
Ye Zhenzhen's voice trembled badly, her small hands pushing against his chest.
"We... we agreed it's not time yet, we can't do this..."
He chuckled lightly, catching her hand and pressing it against the pillow.
The kiss was very light, yet carried an unquestionable attachment.
"Don't worry, I know my limits."
Ye Zhenzhen nervously closed her eyes.
Just as the two of them were getting passionate, the atmosphere about to spontaneously combust in an instant—
"Ring ring ring—!"
A sudden, piercing ringtone from a mobile phone exploded.
The two of them shuddered at the same time, almost bouncing off the bed in fright.
Ye Zhenzhen shoved the person on top of her away.
She frantically tidied her messy hair and collar, sitting more upright than a primary school student.
Gu Ran grabbed his phone with a dark face, seeing the caller ID on the screen.
The corner of his eye twitched hard, his breathing erratic.
"Dad."
Answering the call, Gu Xiangcheng's authoritative voice came through the receiver, sounding exceptionally clear in the quiet suite.
"Why are you panting so much, what were you doing?"
"Running."
Gu Ran prevaricated while looking at Ye Zhenzhen beside him, whose face was so red it was almost smoking.
Was this guy equipped with GPS or a fortune teller?
How could his timing be so accurate?
"Running late at night?"
Gu Xiangcheng obviously didn't buy it.
Gu Ran adjusted his breathing and spouted some nonsense.
"Night running is good for physical and mental health, and it helps you sleep."
Gu Xiangcheng snorted coldly on the other end of the line.
"You brat, I'm warning you, don't think you can mess around just because you're miles away from my supervision! If you dare to cross the line, I'll break your legs when you get back! Do you understand?"
"Understood, understood!"
Gu Ran brushed him off with a few perfunctory words before hanging up the phone.
The room fell into silence once again.
Ye Zhenzhen patted her chest to soothe her breath and asked in a low voice.
"What did... Uncle Gu just say?"
The young man casually tossed his phone aside and lay spread-eagle among the flower petals.
He replied weakly.
"He said I have to treat you like my own sister and worship you, offering three sticks of incense every morning and night. If I miss even one, he'll disown me for the sake of righteousness."
Ye Zhenzhen burst into laughter.
Looking at Gu Ran's frustrated and helpless expression, a sudden spark of inspiration hit her, and a hint of slyness flashed across her big eyes.
"Well, since Uncle Gu said so..."
Ye Zhenzhen stood up, elegantly brushed the petals off her clothes, and pointed toward the door.
"Then, my dear 'little brother', please go to the guest bedroom next door. Right now. Immediately."
"Huh?"
Gu Ran was stunned.
"What do you mean 'huh'? Your big sister needs to rest."
Ye Zhenzhen pushed Gu Ran toward the door with surprising strength.
"Shoo, shoo, go on. There's a three-hundred-square-meter living room waiting for you out there. You can roll around in it all you want."
Pushed to the doorway, Gu Ran looked at Ye Zhenzhen's smug expression and laughed out of sheer exasperation.
"Ye Zhenzhen, are you burning the bridge after crossing the river? Did I book the flights and hotel for nothing?"
"This is called respecting your elders and caring for the young, and listening to Uncle Gu's words."
Bang!
The door slammed shut heavily right in Gu Ran's face.
Immediately after, there was a crisp click.
She actually... locked it from the inside!
Gu Ran stood in the spacious, luxurious living room, staring at the tightly shut double doors.
After a long while, he spat out a single sentence.
"Locks only keep out honest men, not scoundrels... Ye Zhenzhen, do you really think this flimsy lock can stop me?"
However, his only response was the cheerful singing drifting from inside the room.
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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.”
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."
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.
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
