The two arrived at their respective cars. Jiang Mengyun turned to Su Yang and said, "I was going to invite you to my café for a drink if you were heading back to Haicheng, but I guess it’ll have to wait for another day~"
Su Yang glanced back with a smile. "No rush, there’ll be plenty of chances. After all, we’re both in Haicheng."
"Alright then~"
"Oh, send me the exact address of your shop."
Jiang Mengyun pulled out her phone and sent Su Yang the location before they each got into their cars and drove out of the village.
After leaving the village, they reached a fork in the road. Jiang Mengyun pulled up beside Su Yang’s car and leaned out to call, "I’m off first—see you in Haicheng~"
"See you in Haicheng~"
They exchanged quick goodbyes as Jiang Mengyun turned left while Su Yang continued straight ahead.
In his car, watching the Macan gradually disappear down the road, Su Yang smiled faintly and pressed the accelerator, speeding toward downtown Yangcheng.
Several dozen minutes later, Su Yang pulled up at the entrance of his residential complex.
Just as he was about to turn off the engine and step out, his phone rang.
He checked the screen—it was a message from Pan Ning.
"Coming back tonight?"
"Not tonight. Tomorrow, I’m taking my parents to look at houses. Probably won’t be back till afternoon or evening."
"Got it."
Their exchange was brief. A few minutes later, Su Yang reached his front door.
Hearing the faint sound of the TV from inside, he grinned and knocked.
Knock knock knock—
"Mom, Dad—open up, I’m home~"
From inside, Su Dagang’s delighted voice immediately responded.
"Coming, coming!"
Click.
The door swung open, revealing Su Dagang in a blue set of pajamas, smiling at his son. "Thought you weren’t coming back tonight."
Su Yang chuckled as he stepped inside to change his shoes. "What was I supposed to do, stick around for their wedding night?"
"Fair point. Come on in." Su Dagang grinned, closing the door behind him.
"Where’s Mom?" Su Yang asked, slipping into his house shoes and glancing toward the living room.
"She went for a walk after dinner."
"Ah, got it."
"By the way, where’s your own key?" Su Dagang asked, settling onto the sofa.
Su Yang poured himself a glass of water. "Probably still at my place in Yangcheng. Forgot to bring it."
"Alright then. Come have some tea."
"Sure thing." Su Yang walked over and sat down beside him.
Studying his father for a moment, he thought to himself: ‘The +2 boost to his constitution really seems to have improved his energy.’
"Why’re you staring at me like that?" Su Dagang laughed.
"Nothing. Dad, how’ve you been feeling these past couple of days?"
"What do you mean?" Su Dagang looked puzzled.
"Just what I said—how’s your health compared to before?"
Su Dagang took a sip of tea and thought for a moment. "Now that you mention it, I do feel a lot better lately."
"Right? Before, you and Mom were working yourselves ragged. Now that you’re not, of course your health would improve."
Su Dagang nodded with a smile. "Definitely. I used to get winded climbing five flights of stairs, but now it’s nothing. Especially these last two days—it’s been really noticeable."
Hearing this, Su Yang smirked inwardly. "Good. You two should get some regular exercise. Maybe sign up for a gym membership."
Su Dagang chuckled. "No need for a membership. I’ll just buy a pair of dumbbells and work out at home."
Su Yang considered it. "Fine. I’ll get you a treadmill for the house, then."
Su Dagang nodded. "Sounds good. Oh—you’re staying tonight, right?"
Su Yang picked up his teacup and shook his head. "Yep. Tomorrow, we’ll go house-hunting, and then car-shopping~"
At this, Su Dagang hesitated. "Actually… maybe we should wait a bit. Your mom and I do have a place to live, after all."
"Dad, this time, you’ve gotta listen to me. Now that we’ve got money, we should upgrade our living situation. Otherwise, what’s the point of me earning all this?"
Seeing his father’s expression shift slightly, Su Yang pressed on. "I’m making money so our family can live better. If we don’t spend it, why bother earning it in the first place?"
"You know what they say—live in the moment. Now that we’re well-off, we should raise our standard of living. Enjoy life while we can. I know what you’re worried about—what if something happens with my business and the money dries up?"
"Dad, you can relax. Even if my restaurant goes under, the money I’ve made is enough for our family to live comfortably for the rest of our lives."
"So don’t stress over things that haven’t even happened. That’ll just make you miserable. What matters is living well now. So—house-hunting tomorrow?"
Su Yang delivered this entire speech in one breath. Su Dagang listened quietly, then took a deep breath, sipped his tea, and finally nodded with resolve.
"Alright. Let’s go."
Su Yang grinned. "That’s more like it. That’s the dad I know!"
"When Mom gets back, we’ll discuss which properties to check out. We’ll go early tomorrow, and in the afternoon, I’ll take you car shopping."
"Ah, you… you’ve really made something of yourself. We’ve finally made it. I can’t tell you how happy that makes me."
Su Yang flashed a proud smile. "Damn right."
After a pause, he added, "So, Dad—Mercedes S-Class or Range Rover? Which do you prefer? Or is there another car you’ve got in mind?"
Su Dagang blinked in surprise. "Wait, since when are we looking at cars that expensive? I thought we agreed on a Mercedes E-Class?"
Su Yang sighed playfully. "Why not go all the way? Makabaka~"
"What kind of nonsense is that? No, no—this time, you listen to me. An E300 is more than enough. A car is something you’ll drive regularly, right? And if you’re driving it, sooner or later, relatives and friends will see it. Rolling up in an S-Class or a Range Rover would just be too flashy."
"You know how those people are—always gossiping."
Su Yang shrugged. "Who cares what they say? We’re not stealing or scamming anyone. We’re spending our own money—let them talk."
Su Dagang thought for two seconds but still shook his head. "No, really. An E300 is already pushing it for me. Honestly, it’s a car I never even dreamed of driving. If I can have that, I’ll die a happy man!"
Seeing his father’s firm stance, Su Yang didn’t push further. Once he gets used to this lifestyle, we can always upgrade later.
"Fine, E300 it is. Tomorrow, after house-hunting, we’ll head straight to the dealership!"
Su Dagang nodded, sipping his tea with visible excitement—his hands even trembled slightly.
After all, a car worth around 500,000 yuan had once been completely out of reach for their family.
Most men love cars, whether two wheels or four. Every man has a dream car in his heart.
Su Dagang was no exception. For years, his dream car had been nothing more than a Volkswagen Magotan 380.
But reality had forced him to settle for a budget electric car—partially financed—just to make ends meet as a rideshare driver.
Tomorrow, he would finally own a luxury car of his own—how could his heart not be racing with excitement?
......

ver to a world of cultivation and returned invincible. Modern medicine is child's play compared to elixirs; technological might crumbles before true cultivation. My name is Qin Ning, Earth's sole cultivator!

't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.

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.”

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?"