Forty or fifty minutes later.
Su Yang was about to get up and take a shower when he turned to leave the bed.
Zhao Mengrou, still half-asleep, reached out with her soft, delicate hand and pulled him back. "Don't go... don't go," she murmured.
Su Yang glanced back and saw her eyes still closed, her lips mumbling incoherently.
"Sleep first. I’m just going to shower," he said gently, prying her hand away before heading to the bathroom for a quick cold rinse.
Under the icy stream, the alcohol in his system dissipated almost entirely.
Humming a tune, he enjoyed the refreshing spray.
[Ding! Detected host’s elevated mood and enjoyment. Reward: 1 million yuan.]
[Ding! Detected host’s exceptionally good mood. Reward: Aston Martin DBX707, valued at 3.5 million yuan. Vehicle now parked in West Hotel’s underground parking lot, Zone A, Space 1213.]
—Holy shit! Another car!
—And a Martin SUV at that—nice! 707 horsepower, V8 engine. Damn impressive!
—Perfect timing too, since I needed a bigger ride.
Five minutes later, Su Yang stepped out of the shower, thoroughly refreshed.
By then, Zhao Mengrou had fallen into a deep slumber.
He quietly approached her bedside, gave her a glance, then turned and left the room, softly closing the door behind him.
In the living area of the suite, Su Yang was about to crash on the sofa when his gaze landed on the open door of Gu Xiaoman’s room, the light still on inside.
Curious, he walked over and found Gu Xiaoman sprawled on the floor—luckily cushioned by the plush carpet, so no harm done.
She lay on her side, hair disheveled.
The sight made Su Yang swallow hard. Shaking his head, he strode over, scooped her up in a bridal carry, and deposited her back onto the bed.
The moment he set her down, Gu Xiaoman’s bleary eyes fluttered open. Spotting Su Yang, she instinctively looped her arms around his neck, her breath laced with alcohol as she slurred, "More... more drinks... I can still go!"
"Keep drinking, and you’ll be out cold," he retorted.
Their noses nearly touched, breaths mingling, hot and heavy.
Su Yang’s pulse spiked again. With a decisive grit, he climbed onto the bed.
......
Some time later, Su Yang lay still for a brief respite before rising and exiting the room.
After another quick shower in the suite’s guest bathroom, he finally collapsed onto the sofa to sleep.
Meanwhile, in Gu Xiaoman’s room...
She gingerly lifted the covers, her face flushed and utterly captivating.
Peeking through the door crack to confirm the lights were off outside, she slipped out of bed and tiptoed to the ensuite bathroom.
‘Aahhh, how did this happen?! So embarrassing! How am I supposed to face him tomorrow?!’
The thought sent her cheeks burning again. But given her easygoing nature, she wasn’t one to dwell on such things.
She felt no real guilt—if anything, a thrill of excitement. The blush was just instinctive.
Besides, her first impression of Su Yang had been stellar: handsome, fit, loaded, and with a great personality.
For a long-single woman like her, that combo was irresistible.
Still, she knew a high-value guy like Su Yang would have women flocking around him. At her age, she didn’t stand out, so she’d never planned to get involved.
She just hadn’t expected him to be... so capable.
Exhaling, she touched her warm cheeks and whispered, "Turns out he’s pretty amazing~~"
[Ding! Detected Gu Xiaoman’s favorability toward host has risen to 65. Reward: 500,000 yuan.]
Su Yang, still awake, smirked at the notification.
......
The night passed swiftly.
By 9 a.m., Su Yang groggily woke on the sofa.
Stretching, he checked the time and sat up—only to find both Zhao Mengrou and Gu Xiaoman’s bedroom doors wide open, their occupants gone.
The suite was silent except for his own breathing.
"What’s this? They bolted already?"
"Pity. I was gonna help ‘sober them up’ some more. Missed opportunity!"
Pulling out his phone, he spotted two unread WeChat messages.
The first was from Zhao Mengrou:
—Su Yang, just remembered something urgent at home. Had to leave.
—About last night... it was an accident. Forget it happened!!
—And if you breathe a word of this to anyone, you’re dead. Got it?!! [Fist emoji]
Su Yang chuckled.
"Pretty bold for someone who dragged me down first. Thought she was out of it, but guess she remembers everything. Wonder if she knows about the rest... Probably not."
He typed a reply:
—Wish I could forget, but it’s stuck in my head~~
Then he sent a smirking, finger-curling sticker before exiting the chat.
The second message was from Gu Xiaoman.
Opening it, Su Yang felt a twinge of guilt—after all, they’d only met yesterday.
He had no clue what kind of person she was. If she turned out to be the conservative type, he’d be screwed.
With Zhao Mengrou, it’d been self-defense—she’d struck first, leaving him no choice. But with Gu Xiaoman... he’d been the instigator.
Hesitantly, he tapped the chat.
—Su Yang, didn’t expect you to be that good [Shy emoji]
—But let’s keep this between us, okay?
—Also, don’t think I didn’t notice what you did before coming to my room [Fist]
—Next time, behave!
......
lity and could only live as an ordinary mortal. He only wished to live a peaceful life. Yet he didn't know— The dog he adopted, because it ate his food, became a legendary demon king. The kitchen knife he casually forged became a peerless divine weapon, causing numerous experts to fight desperately for it. The young disciple he took in became an immortal lord that led an era, due to cultivating the techniques Ye Feng taught him. Even the skeletons he looked down on the most were ominous demon kings that suppressed countless worlds. Many years later, looking at the void shattered with a punch, Ye Feng murmured to himself: It turns out the peerless kings were myself all along...
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
his freshman year, Su Bai accidentally bound the "Indulgence Tycoon System." 【Sleeping in? Reward: +$1,000】 【Spent $288 at a street barbecue stall? Cashback: +$2,880】 【Dropped $14,396 on in-game skins? Special reward unlocked: A brand-new Porsche Panamera!】 Luxury cars, penthouses, corporate shares, financial empires… College life was all about living freely and doing whatever he pleased! … When the adorably naive academic genius faced family medical bills and financial struggles, Su Bai waved his hand dismissively: "Your future is on me." "Wuwu~ Big Brother is so good to me! I’ll become a scientist to repay you!" When the genius girl got bullied by a shady professor? Su Bai casually dropped a billion-dollar investment, forcing the university to grovel and beg for her return. A company’s funding chain collapsing? Su Bai smirked—cash was the one thing he’d never run out of. Years later, when people traced the rise of the AI prodigy beauty, who was the man behind her success? Not just that—Su Bai also became the tsundere campus belle’s unattainable dream, the contrast senior’s daily necessity, and the beautiful counselor’s emotional anchor…
to panic—he has a system. As long as an investment target dies, he can claim a reward. And since he is immortal, the one thing he has plenty of is time. ... Countless years later. “Immortal Emperor of Longevity? I invested in him.” “Supreme Celestial Venerable? I invested in him.” “Undying Empress? I invested in her.” “...” “Heh. Once they’ve all died, even the Heavenly Dao will have to kneel and call me Dad.”
