Su Yang glanced at Xia Zhiyu: "So, Little Fish, how do you like the neighborhood?"
Xia Zhiyu nodded. "Very much. It's so much better than where I used to live."
"As long as you're happy. But the main thing is the apartment itself. Come on, let's go take a look."
The two followed Wang Qiang to the entrance of Building 3, where the main door was locked. Since Wang Qiang wasn’t a resident, he couldn’t open it.
However, after making a quick phone call, the door clicked open.
He pulled it aside with a smile. "After you, Mr. Su."
"Did you ask the security guard to open it?"
"No, I had the landlord do it remotely."
"Oh, that works."
The three entered the building and headed for the elevator.
"Mr. Su, if you decide to rent this place, I’ll call the landlord over. She happens to be nearby."
"Sounds good. Which floor is it?"
"16th."
"Alright."
Soon, they arrived on the 16th floor. The Jade Lake Bay complex consisted of high-rise buildings with two elevators and three units per floor, each standing 28 stories tall.
Only the C zone had smaller units; the other zones started at 120 square meters.
Su Yang had initially considered renting a larger place for Xia Zhiyu, but since she’d be living alone, an 80-square-meter apartment was more than enough.
Following Wang Qiang, they stopped at Unit 1601. He pulled out a spare key from his briefcase and unlocked the door.
"Mr. Su, please come in." He handed them shoe covers at the entrance.
Once they had them on, the three stepped inside.
The apartment had a small hallway leading to a cozy living room and a compact dining area.
The interior was tastefully decorated—a plush off-white cotton sofa with decorative art hanging on the wall behind it. In front of the sofa sat a uniquely shaped coffee table atop a dark gray rug.
Opposite the sofa was a TV stand with a large flat-screen mounted on the wall.
To the right of the living room was a balcony furnished with a bean bag chair and potted plants—a perfect spot for afternoon tea.
To the left was a small dining area with a foldable white table for four, saving space when not in use.
Adjacent to it was an open U-shaped kitchen, fully equipped with a stove, range hood, oven, rice cooker, and more.
After Wang Qiang gave them a brief tour, Su Yang turned to Xia Zhiyu. "Well, Little Fish, what do you think?"
Her expression showed clear delight. "It’s beautiful!"
"Let’s check out the bedrooms."
Wang Qiang led them down the hallway next to the TV wall. "This way, Mr. Su."
To the left was a shared bathroom, and further down on the right was a guest bedroom.
At the end of the hall was the master bedroom. Despite the apartment being only 85 square meters, the master had its own ensuite bathroom.
Inside was a queen-sized bed, an off-white wardrobe, and a bay window overlooking much of the neighborhood.
Su Yang nodded approvingly. "Not bad. Pretty standard."
Wang Qiang grinned. "This place is really nice—I’d love it myself. But the decor leans feminine, which suits Little Fish perfectly."
Su Yang glanced at him. "Yeah, the style is definitely more suited for a woman. The landlord must be female too?"
"Yep, and she’s young."
"No wonder. Older folks wouldn’t decorate like this. Alright, let’s talk in the living room."
"Sure thing."
The three settled on the sofa.
Su Yang looked at Xia Zhiyu. "So, Little Fish, is this the one?"
She bit her lip and nodded. "Yes, I’ll go with whatever Su Yang decides."
"Great. Old Wang, call the landlord over so we can sign the contract here."
"On it!" Wang Qiang cheerfully dialed the landlord.
After a brief call, he hung up. "She’s nearby and will be here soon."
"Good. Did you bring the paperwork?"
Wang Qiang patted his briefcase. "All ready!"
"Perfect."
About ten minutes later, the lock clicked.
They turned to see a woman with long, wavy chestnut hair walk in.
She was strikingly beautiful—her hair cascading over her shoulders, her makeup flawless, and her black dress accentuated by a thin shawl. Her long legs added to her elegant yet sexy presence.
She smiled at the group, but her eyes locked with Su Yang’s.
Both froze, wide-eyed.
Su Yang stiffened and stood. "Mengrou?"
"Su Yang?!"
Wang Qiang frowned. "Mr. Su... you know each other?"
Su Yang chuckled inwardly. Know each other? More than that.
The newcomer was none other than Zhao Mengrou, whom he hadn’t seen in a while.
She marched over, glaring. "So it’s you! Why are you renting a place?"
Su Yang sat back down, gesturing to Xia Zhiyu. "Not for me—for her. I’m just helping her look."
Zhao Mengrou’s gaze shifted to Xia Zhiyu. A flicker of realization crossed her eyes. Of course. Su Yang always has a beauty by his side.
Wang Qiang looked lost. "Wait... so you guys are acquainted?"
"Yeah, this is my Mengrou." Su Yang suddenly remembered Zhao Mengrou owned several rental properties in Haicheng.
He just hadn’t expected such a coincidence.
Zhao Mengrou set her bag down and sat. "If you needed a place for a friend, why not just ask me?"
"Didn’t want to bother you." Truthfully, he’d forgotten, but he couldn’t say that.
She rolled her eyes. "Since when do you worry about bothering me?"
Su Yang grinned, deflecting the question.
Wang Qiang cleared his throat. "Mr. Su... so about the apartment?"
"What about it?"
"Do we proceed as usual?"
"Of course. We’ll sign the contract, and you’ll get your commission."
Wang Qiang beamed. "Great, great!" He pulled out the paperwork.
But Zhao Mengrou cut in, shooting Su Yang another look. "Why bother with contracts? Your friend is my friend too." She smiled at Xia Zhiyu. "She’s adorable. If she’s your friend, she can just stay here. No need for formalities. Old Wang, take this listing down."
"Ah..."
Wang Qiang stood frozen, the contract clutched awkwardly in his stiffened hand.
...

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] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"

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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?"