Lu Yun struggled symbolically in Su Yang's arms.
Su Yang thought to himself, "I've been wanting to try a bathroom scene for a while—today's the day!"
He carried Lu Yun into the bathroom and repeated last night's move, using his heel to hook the door shut.
The same action, just a different setting.
Su Yang set Lu Yun down and walked to the bathtub with a smile, turning on the water.
Lu Yun stood awkwardly by the door, momentarily at a loss.
Soon, the tub was filled with warm water. Su Yang glanced at Lu Yun, who was still tense by the door, and raised an eyebrow teasingly. "Why are you so nervous? It's not like I'm going to eat you."
......
The next morning, Lu Yun left early for an errand.
Su Yang lay in bed with a grin, checking in on his phone as usual before getting up to shower.
"Nothing much on the agenda today. I’ll ask Old Meng if he’s free—maybe go check out that villa."
Around ten, Su Yang sent Meng Wenzhou a message.
"Old Meng, I’m back in Haicheng. Free today?"
A few minutes later, Meng Wenzhou replied, "I’m out right now, but I’ll be free after noon. Want to go see the property?"
"Yep, nothing else planned today, so might as well."
"Alright, I’ll send you a location. Head out around noon, and I’ll meet you there."
Su Yang: "Sounds good!"
After wrapping up with Meng Wenzhou, Su Yang opened Pan Ning’s chat.
"Hey, beautiful. What’s up?"
Pan Ning: "[fist emoji]"
Su Yang: "You into boxing now?"
Pan Ning: "Yeah, trained just to punch you."
Su Yang: "Haha, seriously though, I’m back. Where are you?"
Pan Ning: "Home."
Su Yang: "I’m heading out later to look at a villa. Wanna tag along?"
Pan Ning: "Come pick me up. Don’t feel like driving today."
Su Yang: "You, the car enthusiast, don’t want to drive? Unbelievable."
Pan Ning: "Got a problem with that?"
Su Yang: "Nope, nope. Send me your location—I’ll swing by."
Pan Ning: "Ok."
Closing his phone, Su Yang reheated the leftover lamb leg from last night and devoured it.
By 10:30, he changed clothes, grabbed his McLaren key, and headed out.
Pan Ning’s location was the Qianshan Peninsula Villa District.
Su Yang checked the details—8.1 km from Senhai Manor, nestled by Qianshan Lake in Yonghe District.
"Prime location—a lakeside villa."
With that thought, he drove out of the parking lot.
Just as he hit the main road, he spotted Gu Xiaoman on the sidewalk, talking on the phone.
Su Yang honked.
Beep beep.
Gu Xiaoman turned, and the sight of the McLaren Senna told her exactly who it was.
She walked over, leaning down to peer inside with a smirk. "What a coincidence. Off again?"
"Yep, going to check out a place."
"A place??!" Gu Xiaoman blinked.
Su Yang grinned. "Yeah, a villa."
"A vi—lla?!" Her expression twisted in mock outrage. "How much money do you even have?! Can’t you spare some for me? How can you let a delicate woman like me slave away like this?"
Su Yang thought, ‘Delicate? With those curves?’
But he kept that to himself—unless he wanted her chasing him down the street.
He laughed. "Quit your job then. I’ll take care of you."
"Seriously?"
"Dead serious. Just hope you can handle it~" He winked.
Gu Xiaoman brandished a fist. "Don’t get cocky!"
"Oh, by the way," she added, eyes gleaming, "who was that beauty with you yesterday?"
Su Yang: "......"
"You—you didn’t plant cameras in my apartment, did you?"
Gu Xiaoman batted her lashes. "I’m not that creepy."
"Then how’d you know someone came home with me?"
"Obviously I saw her. I was showing a client a property yesterday and spotted a hottie following you upstairs in the parking lot." She grinned.
Su Yang rubbed his temples, chuckling awkwardly. "What if I said she was my sister?"
"You expect me to buy that?"
"Heh, anyway—gotta run. Dinner’s on me another day. Bye!"
Before she could retort, Su Yang floored the accelerator. The Senna roared to life and sped off.
Gu Xiaoman crossed her arms, watching it go with a smile. ‘Figures a guy like him wouldn’t be short on women. Glad I didn’t fall for him... But my naive Meng Rou jie—wonder if she’s hooked?’
Twenty minutes later, Su Yang pulled up to the grand gates of Qianshan Peninsula.
A circular fountain adorned the entrance, surrounded by lush greenery.
Beyond the gates, a winding path led inward, flanked by dense foliage.
To the right lay Qianshan Lake. Su Yang stepped out to admire the shimmering water, where middle-aged couples strolled along the shore.
He dialed Pan Ning.
She picked up after two rings.
"Yeah?"
"I’m at your gate."
"Come in. My place is deep inside—it’d take me ten minutes to walk out."
"Then give me the damn address."
"Lan District, 601."
"Lan District?" Su Yang frowned.
Pan Ning sighed audibly. "Just ask the guard. From the gate, drive a few hundred meters, take a right at the T-junction, then follow the road to the end."
Su Yang nodded. "Fine. Start walking out—I’m coming in."
Hanging up, he slid back into the car.
At the gate, a guard emerged from the booth.
His eyes flicked to the supercar before he smiled at Su Yang. "Here to visit, sir?"
"Picking up a friend," Su Yang replied flatly.
"Right this way." The guard raised the barrier.
......
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.”
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
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?"
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
