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.
[Ding. Host’s mood detected as "joyful." Reward: 1 million.]
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."
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
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e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
