Hearing this, Liu Bo shuddered, his facial muscles twitching involuntarily.
"N-no way, I was sleeping in my room the whole time."
"Oh really?" Su Yang tilted his head with a faint smile.
Liu Bo swallowed hard. "W-why would you say that out of nowhere?"
Su Yang thought for a moment. "Earlier, I ran into two people hooking up in the garden..."
He then cut to the chase, grinning. "That was you, wasn’t it?"
Liu Bo shot up from his seat. "What the hell?! Bro, don’t go spreading rumors about me! I, Liu Bo—"
He suddenly stopped mid-sentence.
Su Yang smirked. "What about you, Liu Bo? Go on. And if it wasn’t you, why are you so worked up?"
"Damn it, fine! Yeah, it was me, alright?" Knowing Su Yang’s sharp instincts, Liu Bo gave up pretending.
Su Yang suppressed a laugh and yanked him back onto the couch.
"Didn’t expect you to be such a wild one, huh?"
Liu Bo’s face flushed red with embarrassment. "Seriously, how’d you even figure it out?"
"At first, I didn’t. I just saw two shadowy figures vaguely, and I never suspected you. But then you let out a yell."
Su Yang chuckled, eyeing Liu Bo. "Honestly, I didn’t recognize your voice at first—people sound different when they’re... excited. Plus, I wasn’t paying much attention. But later, it hit me—I’d heard that voice before."
"And then?"
"And then what?"
Su Yang blinked playfully. "When I walked in earlier, you were drinking water in the dark. Your silhouette matched the shadow I saw in the garden. That’s when I knew it was you."
"Holy shit! Bro, you’re wasted not being a detective!"
"Cut the crap. Spill it—who was the girl?"
"Uh..." Liu Bo took a drag from his cigarette, hesitating. "From the massage place..."
"Damn, you sneaky bastard! Pulling a fast one, huh? Nice move!"
"Bro, please don’t tell anyone. I’m begging you!"
Su Yang leaned back on the couch, stroking his chin. "What’s the big deal? It’s just between us guys."
Liu Bo groaned. "Between us? Sure. But Brother Meng, Ji Bo, and Ziming? Those three can’t keep their mouths shut. You think this won’t spread?"
Su Yang laughed. "Fair point. Alright, your secret’s safe with me."
"You’re a lifesaver! I owe you big time!" Liu Bo threw an arm around Su Yang in gratitude.
"By the way, when did you even sneak out? I didn’t hear a thing."
"After everyone went inside. Got a message and slipped out quietly."
Su Yang thought for a second. Must’ve been when I was in the bathroom brushing my teeth and scrolling through TikTok. No wonder I missed it.
"Damn, you’re quick."
"I wasn’t planning anything! Just added her on WeChat after the massage, and she asked me to take a walk. One thing led to another, and... well, you know."
Su Yang grinned. "She was into you?"
"How should I know? She made the first move—what was I supposed to do?"
"Tsk tsk. Player."
"Bro, pot calling the kettle black, huh?"
"What about you and Qianyu? Nothing happened after?"
Su Yang rolled his eyes. "Unlike you, we just took a walk. That’s it."
"Just a walk?"
"Yeah."
"Man, that’s not like you."
Su Yang smirked. "Oh? And what’s ‘like me’?"
"Whatever. I’m done with this. Going to bed."
With that, he stood and headed upstairs.
The night passed without incident.
The next morning, Su Yang checked his phone after waking up.
A new message from Xinxiya:
"Still in Haicheng~"
Su Yang smiled and replied: "Got it. When are you leaving?"
A few seconds later, her response popped up: "Not going anywhere for a while."
Su Yang typed: "Cool. I’m out of town but heading back today. If nothing comes up, let’s grab dinner tonight."
Xinxiya replied instantly: "Deal!! I’ll be waiting~ [winking finger emoji]"
Su Yang chuckled to himself as he got dressed and washed up.
An hour later, the group of eleven had breakfast at the hotel before hitting the road.
Around noon, their three cars passed through the Haicheng highway toll gate.
Su Yang dropped Tang Ziyun off at her place first, then Lu Yun at her apartment complex.
Inside the car, Su Yang turned to Pan Ning. "What about you two?"
Pan Ning glanced at Meng Qianyu. "Qianyu, going home or...?"
"I wanna stay at your place for a couple more days~"
Pan Ning sighed. "Why? Your mom’s gonna freak if she sees your sprained ankle."
Meng Qianyu pouted. "Exactly! She’ll grill me nonstop. Let me heal at your place first, then I’ll go home."
Pan Ning exhaled and nodded at Su Yang. "Fine..."
Su Yang grinned. "Qianshan Peninsula it is."
He made a U-turn at the intersection and drove toward the villa district.
On the way, he stopped at a pharmacy to buy more pain-relief spray and patches for Meng Qianyu’s injury.
Thirty minutes later, they arrived at Pan Ning’s villa.
Su Yang carried Meng Qianyu inside, setting her on the couch before exchanging a few words with Pan Ning and leaving.
Back in his car, he muttered to himself: "Alright, next steps—park at home, pick up the car from the 4S shop, take Yaya out tonight for dinner and... games, then check the villa tomorrow and shop for whatever’s needed."
"Perfect."
He sped off.
Just as he exited Qianshan Peninsula, the system’s cold tone echoed in his mind:
[Ding! Detected Meng Qianyu’s affection for host has reached 80. Mission complete. Reward: Rolls-Royce Cullinan Mansory Black Ops Edition (Value: $1.1M)]
[Reward: Ferrari F80 Supercar (Latest Model) (Value: $3.2M)]
[Bonus: $2M cash. +1 Physique (Current: 93). Appearance boosted to 90 (subtle adjustments). New skill unlocked: Master of Instruments (Proficiency in all musical instruments).]
SCREECH—!
Su Yang slammed the brakes, pulling over abruptly.
As the system’s rewards flooded in, he gripped the steering wheel, exhilarated.
Once the announcements ended, he muttered: "Holy hell! System, you’re insane!!"
—How’d her affection jump to 80 so fast?
—Thought it’d take days. These rewards are insane!
—Appearance’s at 90 now?
He flipped down the vanity mirror, scrutinizing his reflection.
—Huh. Don’t see much difference.
【The two-point improvement has minimal impact, only making slight adjustments to certain flawed areas】
—"Damn, alright, that's not important. The main thing is the car—that F80. I looked it up last night. It's limited to 799 units globally, with only three allocated to China, and deliveries aren’t even scheduled until next year. And here I am, about to cruise around in it now?"
【Host, feel free to drive it without worry. The system has mitigated all risks. No one will question the delivery timeline—they’ll just think you’re insanely impressive.】
Once again reassured by the system, Su Yang nodded in satisfaction.
—"Good enough for me."
—"Is the car in the garage?"
【Yes, in the underground parking of Senhai Manor. It’s parked in one of the two additional public spots next to the four private ones. The system has already secured the parking rights for you.】
Su Yang’s eyes widened as he exhaled sharply, barely containing his excitement.
—"You can even do that? I thought the developer only sold those four spots?"
【For the system, this is no challenge at all.】
......
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.
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?"
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.”
lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.
