After Aunt Zhang left, Su Yang and Chen Liping walked into a nearby apartment building.
This neighborhood was an old residential area with a history of twenty to thirty years, consisting entirely of seven or eight-story walk-up buildings.
It looked even more rundown than the rental Su Yang lived in back in Haicheng.
However, the place was densely populated, mostly by middle-aged and elderly residents, giving it a strong sense of local community life.
Su Yang's family lived on the fifth floor in a modest apartment—less than seventy square meters, with two bedrooms, a living room, a kitchen, and a bathroom.
Pushing the door open, he was greeted by a familiar feeling.
Su Yang placed the groceries he was carrying in the kitchen, tossed his backpack onto the table, and plopped down on the somewhat worn-out sofa in the living room.
"Nothing beats the comfort of home," he sighed.
Chen Liping sat down beside him with a smile, her expression turning curious as she asked, "Yangyang, what’s really going on? Tell me properly."
Su Yang knew what she was referring to and chuckled. "It’s nothing much, really. Last year, I quit my job and started a business with a friend. The past few months have been profitable."
"What kind of business?"
After a brief pause, Su Yang gave the excuse he had prepared in advance. "We opened a restaurant in Haicheng. It was slow at first, but business has picked up nicely these last few months."
"Oh, I see! That’s wonderful—my son’s making something of himself!" Chen Liping visibly relaxed upon hearing it was restaurant earnings, her earlier worries about him being scammed now eased.
"By the way, Mom, I transferred 100,000 yuan to you and Dad each, straight to your bank accounts. From now on, buy whatever you want. If it’s not enough, just let me know, and I’ll send more."
"What? That’s way too much! You’re just starting out—you should save more for yourself!" Chen Liping exclaimed, both surprised and concerned.
Su Yang reassured her with a smile. "It’s not that much. The restaurant’s doing really well, and things are stable now. You two have worked hard your whole lives—it’s time to enjoy yourselves."
Hearing this, Chen Liping’s eyes welled up. She grasped Su Yang’s hand, her voice trembling. "My Yangyang’s all grown up… Our family’s finally turning a corner."
"Mom, are you still working as a housekeeper?"
Chen Liping nodded. "Yes, but it’s quite manageable—only four days a week, not too tiring. The family I work for is very kind."
Su Yang’s heart ached as he noticed her rough hands, imagining her scrubbing floors and washing dishes for others.
"Mom, quit tomorrow. I can provide for you now—no need to work for anyone else anymore."
Chen Liping smiled warmly. "Alright, I’ll resign tomorrow. After a lifetime of labor, it’s time I lived a little."
"Exactly! You and Dad should travel, buy whatever you like. Later, I’ll get you a nicer place in the city—no need to stay here anymore."
"Let’s not rush that. You should save your money first. We can talk about it later," Chen Liping said, tears glistening in her eyes.
Su Yang didn’t argue, planning to finalize things once his father returned.
After some more small talk, Chen Liping headed to the kitchen to wash vegetables.
Su Yang gazed around the small apartment they’d lived in for over twenty years, overwhelmed with emotion.
[Ding! Host’s heartfelt exchange with mother detected. Reward: 300,000 yuan.]
......
Time flew by, and soon it was 5 p.m.
Su Yang dozed off briefly on the sofa when the sound of the door opening roused him.
A middle-aged man walked in, looking weary from the day. He wore simple gray clothes, had thick eyebrows, a square face, and stood around 170 cm tall—neither thin nor heavy.
His deeply lined face gave off an air of honest simplicity.
Su Yang stood up with a grin. "You’re back, Dad!"
"Oh, Yangyang’s already here?" Su Dagang’s face lit up at the sight of his son.
"Yeah. Come sit, Dad. Did you resign?" Su Yang fetched a glass of water from the dispenser and handed it to him.
"I did, but as a full-time employee, I’ll need at least two more weeks before I can leave."
Su Dagang accepted the water with a smile and took a seat on the sofa.
"That’s fine. Just take it easy these days—no need to wake up at dawn anymore."
"Got it," Su Dagang chuckled, his crow’s feet crinkling with genuine happiness.
"You’re home?" Chen Liping called out cheerfully from the kitchen.
"Yeah. Oh, Yangyang transferred us 100,000 yuan each. I was driving earlier and forgot to mention it."
Chen Liping laughed as she prepped vegetables. "He already told me! I knew our boy would make us proud."
"See? Remember when I had that fortune-teller read his fate as a child? He said Yangyang was destined for wealth, but you didn’t believe it."
Su Dagang grinned, his smile unwavering since stepping inside.
"I never doubted our son—just that shady old man’s credibility!"
"Haha, enough about that. Is dinner ready?"
"Almost!"
Watching his parents banter, Su Yang felt utterly content.
His parents were healthy, and he could now provide them a comfortable life, free from daily struggles. Wasn’t this what most people spent their lives chasing?
"Dad, once I get the next round of profits from the restaurant, I’ll buy you and Mom a place in the city. No need to stay here anymore."
"Wait, you’re buying a house too?" Su Dagang was taken aback.
He hesitated, then said, "Let’s not rush into that. Your mom and I have lived here for decades—we’re used to it. Besides, you should save your money. Maybe use it to find yourself a wife later."
"Dad, I’m only 24—no hurry for that."
"But the house is necessary. These walk-ups aren’t ideal as you grow older. I’ll get you an elevator apartment downtown—much more convenient."
Su Dagang sat across from his son. "I just want you to prioritize saving. We’ve got a roof over our heads—that’s enough."
"Don’t worry, Dad. The restaurant’s doing well, and property in Yangcheng isn’t too expensive. You two just focus on settling in comfortably."
Chen Liping stepped out of the kitchen and added, "I agree with your dad. We talked earlier about holding off. Buying a house is a big decision, and we’re perfectly fine here for now."
Su Yang shook his head with a smile as the elderly couple spoke in unison: "It's not that big of a deal. We’ve got money now, and besides, my business is pretty stable these days. Anyway, this is my call—I’ll come back to buy the house once I have some free time. Alright, enough about that. I’m starving, Mom. Is dinner ready?"
Chen Liping glanced at Su Dagang, and the two exchanged a resigned look before dropping the subject.
"Almost done! Just waiting for the ribs to finish stewing," she replied.
......
Half an hour later, the simple yet heartwarming dinner came to an end.
Su Yang devoured three bowls of rice in one go—it was the most satisfying meal he’d had in over a year.
Leaning back in his chair, his face radiated pure contentment.
[Ding! Host has experienced immense happiness after eating a home-cooked meal by his mother. Reward: 500,000 RMB in cash and a Vacheron Constantin Patrimony Tourbillon watch worth 900,000 RMB.]
—Damn, even Vacheron Constantin? This daily blind-box feeling is just too good.
After a short break, Su Yang rushed to wash the dishes in the kitchen.
Later, the family of three sat on the sofa, chatting over fruit until Su Yang finally retreated to his room at 10 p.m.
He planned to spend the night at home and return to Haicheng after breakfast the next morning.
Lying in bed, Su Yang summoned the system.
—System, show me my current stats.
[Host: Su Yang]
[Age: 24]
[Height: 180 cm]
[Weight: 73.5 kg]
[Appearance: 88]
[Physique: 75]
[Body: 90]
[Charisma: 90]
[Skills: Master of Body Management, Professional Racecar Driving, Golden Kidney, Dance of the Taste Buds]
[Bonded Individuals: Zhao Mengrou (Favorability: 65), Lu Yun (Favorability: 45), Lin Yiyi (Favorability: 0), Gu Xiaoman (Favorability: 60), Pan Ning (Favorability: 3)]
[Balance: RMB]
Satisfied with the data displayed on the virtual screen before him, Su Yang drifted off to sleep.
......

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."

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?"

iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.