At 2:10 PM, Su Yang drove to Lotus Mist Lake Painting Village.
Since the courtyard was currently under construction, parking near the entrance was difficult, so Su Yang found a random spot to leave his car.
After getting out, the two walked toward the courtyard a few dozen meters away.
From a distance, the entrance was cluttered—a pickup truck, a small cargo truck, and two piles of sand and gravel were parked outside, with the ground covered in loose yellow soil, a chaotic sight.
The house inside the courtyard had already been demolished, leaving nothing but rubble.
Soon, they reached the gate, where helmeted workers bustled about, and a small bulldozer rumbled as it worked.
A middle-aged man in a red helmet glanced at Su Yang and Pan Ning and said, "Hey, you two can’t go in—construction zone."
Su Yang pulled out a cigarette and offered one to the man with a smile. "I won’t go in, just taking a look from here. Are you the supervisor?"
"Nah, I’m not," the man replied, accepting the cigarette.
"Is your supervisor around?"
The man lit his cigarette and eyed Su Yang. "What do you need him for? Who are you?"
Su Yang lit his own cigarette and grinned. "This place is mine."
"Oh? You’re the owner? Ah, my bad—thought you were just rubbernecking. Heh, sorry about that."
"No worries."
"Let me get the supervisor for you. Hold on a sec." The man headed inside.
Soon, he returned with another man dressed in red construction gear and a white helmet.
Su Yang recognized him—they’d met once when hiring the construction crew.
The supervisor recognized Su Yang too and approached with a smile. "Mr. Su, you’re here."
"Hey, what was your name again?"
"Just call me Old He."
"Right, Old He. Just here to check on the progress."
Old He turned to glance at the construction site and chuckled. "Don’t worry, Mr. Su. We’ll finish within the month, just like you asked—no problem."
"But it looks like you’ve only just torn down the old house. Will you make it in time?"
"Plenty of time. We’re working day and night on this. I’ve told the crew—no delays. We’ve handled tight deadlines before and never missed one. Guaranteed completion, Mr. Su."
Su Yang nodded. "Good. I’m in a hurry, so I appreciate it."
"Of course."
"Alright, I won’t disturb you. I’ll drop by again in a few days."
"Sure thing, Mr. Su. Take care."
"Thanks."
Su Yang turned and left with Pan Ning.
After walking a distance, Pan Ning asked, "Why the rush?"
"Eh, I just like getting things done fast. Can’t stand dragging things out—prefer seeing results quickly."
"You paid extra?"
"Obviously. Otherwise, would they be this motivated?"
"Fair enough."
"So, where to next?" Pan Ning looked up at Su Yang.
He thought for a moment. "Where do you want to go? Today’s all yours."
Pan Ning smiled faintly. "Then let’s go to Happy Valley."
"Happy Valley?"
"Yeah. What, you don’t want to?"
"No, it’s just… doesn’t seem like your kind of place."
Pan Ning rolled her eyes. "And where exactly is ‘my kind of place’?"
"Race tracks, bars…"
"I’m a woman. I like Happy Valley too."
Su Yang laughed. "Alright, if that’s what you want. The biggest Happy Valley in Haicheng is in Feiyun District, next to Jiangyue. Let’s go."
They returned to the car and got in.
Su Yang checked the GPS—13 kilometers away, neither too far nor too close.
After buckling up, he turned the car around and drove out of Lotus Mist Lake.
Twenty minutes later, Su Yang arrived at Haicheng Happy Valley on Bogu Avenue in Feiyun District.
It was now 3:10 PM, peak hours—crowds swarmed outside the entrance, and shops were packed with visitors.
Kids darted around with balloons and toy weapons in hand.
The entrance was a vibrant, rainbow-colored archway, with flower arrangements forming a giant heart beneath the words "Haicheng Happy Valley" in bold lettering.
A wide plaza stretched before the gates, flanked by lawns and whimsical cartoon sculptures.
After parking, Su Yang and Pan Ning walked toward the plaza.
From outside, they could see lush greenery inside and a massive Ferris wheel slowly turning.
The weather was perfect—sunny and warm—and visitors streamed in nonstop.
Su Yang pulled out his phone and bought tickets on the official site. Two options: full-day passes at 268 yuan per person or afternoon passes for 188.
He quickly purchased two afternoon passes, then took Pan Ning’s hand and headed for the gates.
"Y’know, I’ve never been on a roller coaster before. Do they have one here?"
Pan Ning replied flatly, "Of course they do."
"Then let’s ride it."
At this, Pan Ning’s gaze flickered. "You go ahead. I’m not into roller coasters."
"‘Not into it’? Or just scared?"
Pan Ning bristled. "Who’s scared? I just don’t like them."
"Then humor me and come along."
After a pause, Pan Ning sighed. "F-fine."
"Great!" Grinning, Su Yang led her to the ticket line.
Ten minutes later, they scanned their QR codes, received their tickets, and stepped inside.
Haicheng Happy Valley was sprawling and beautifully designed.
Flowers and trees dotted the landscape, and every imaginable ride was there—land and water attractions alike.
The lineup included viral hits like the Giant Frisbee, roller coasters, pirate ships, drop towers, upgraded disco-style coasters, log flumes, water parks, and canyon rafting.
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Su Yang smiled and steered Pan Ning straight toward the roller coasters.
After winding through the park for a few minutes, they reached a towering coaster—the tallest and largest in Tianhai Province and neighboring regions.
It was famous enough that tourists from other provinces made special trips just to ride it.
Su Yang nudged Pan Ning. "This thing looks intense. If you’re really scared, just wait. I’ll go alone."
Pan Ning pressed her lips together. "Who’s scared? I’m riding it!"
"You sure? Not joking—the G-forces are no joke."
She looked up at him, determined. "I’m sure."
"Alright, let's go."
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
