Su Yang turned to Pan Ning at this moment: "Aren't you going out to greet them?"
"They’ve been here before. No need for formalities."
Su Yang swallowed his words and didn’t press further.
Soon, Pan Chonghai and Meng Simin arrived at the entrance. Meng Jianyun and Yao Huiqin immediately stepped forward, and the four exchanged cheerful words, though their conversation remained unclear.
After a brief exchange, Pan Chonghai and Meng Simin entered the reception hall.
Su Yang took a deep breath and glanced toward the door.
Upon entering, the two first shook hands with three middle-aged individuals who approached them, exchanged a few words, and then turned their attention toward the tea lounge area.
After greeting the others, Pan Chonghai led Meng Simin toward Su Yang and the group.
Chu Qiunan, who had been sitting and playing on his phone, immediately stood up with a smile upon seeing them. "Uncle Pan, Auntie Meng, you’re here!"
"Mhm, Qiunan, how long have you been here?" Pan Chonghai asked with a chuckle.
"A while now."
"Oh? Where are your parents?"
"Haven’t seen them. They disappeared somewhere after coming in."
"Alright, let’s go sit."
"Sure thing."
Seeing them approach, Su Yang couldn’t remain seated—it would seem impolite. He stood up and stepped forward, nodding at Pan Chonghai with a smile. "Uncle Pan, good to see you again."
"Su… Su Yang!" Pan Chonghai pointed at him after a moment’s thought, grinning.
"That’s me."
"Heh, you rascal. I knew you’d be here."
"Of course. Pan Ning, Wenzhou, and I are close."
As they spoke, Meng Simin subtly observed Su Yang.
She had heard about him from Pan Chonghai before, and though this was their first meeting, her initial impression of him was favorable—at least on a surface level.
To her, Su Yang seemed like a composed young man, and another notable point was that he was exceptionally handsome.
Truth be told, it wasn’t just men—most women were the same. People often joked that men, regardless of age, always had an eye for young, pretty girls.
But women were no different. They, too, appreciated young, well-built handsome men—they were just more reserved about it, better at keeping their reactions in check.
Of course, this only applied to normal, well-adjusted individuals.
Though Meng Simin was around the same age as Su Yang’s mother, age wasn’t a defining factor. Everyone had their own personality and perspective.
Her mindset was youthful, and in her eyes, a man’s good looks were a definite plus. After all, her daughter was beautiful—it was only fitting she’d end up with someone equally attractive.
So Su Yang had already scored points with her.
Moreover, he wasn’t as timid or nervous as she had imagined before meeting him.
Instead, he carried himself with confidence and grace in their presence.
The more she saw, the more she liked him. Wealth wasn’t her primary concern—though having money and capability was a bonus.
If Pan Ning had brought home some awkward, tongue-tied guy who couldn’t string a sentence together in front of them, she would’ve outright refused.
After exchanging a few words with Pan Chonghai, Su Yang turned to Meng Simin with a polite nod. "Auntie Meng, I’m Su Yang. Pleased to meet you."
"Su Yang—yes, I’ve heard about you. Hello." Meng Simin took a step forward and extended her hand.
Su Yang reciprocated, lightly clasping her fingers with a smile.
Meanwhile, Liu Bo, Zhang Ziming, and the others also stood to greet Pan Chonghai and Meng Simin.
Liu Bo, having met them before, greeted them warmly.
Zhang Ziming and Ji Bo, unfamiliar with the couple, politely addressed them as "Uncle and Auntie."
Once the greetings were over, Pan Chonghai glanced at Pan Ning, who remained seated on the sofa, absorbed in her phone.
"Ahem—" He deliberately coughed into his hand.
Hearing this, Pan Ning finally looked up at them and said flatly, "Sit."
"Tch, this daughter of mine—I’ve lost all control over her," Pan Chonghai joked to Meng Simin.
Meng Simin rolled her eyes. "Our daughter just has character."
She then walked over and sat beside Pan Ning, leaning in to whisper, "Where have you been running off to lately?"
Pan Ning didn’t even look up. "Su Yang’s place."
Meng Simin: "..."
The moment those words left Pan Ning’s mouth, the entire room froze—especially Su Yang.
An unprecedented wave of awkwardness washed over him.
He lowered his head slightly, scratching his cheek as he internally groaned, ‘Good grief, why did you have to say it like that?!’
"Ahem, couldn’t you have been a little more subtle?" Meng Simin muttered, her face flushing slightly.
"What’s the big deal? I don’t lie. I say it like it is."
"Alright, alright, let’s drop it." Meng Simin waved at Pan Chonghai and the others. "Why are you all standing around? Come sit."
"Right, right." Pan Chonghai nodded, shooting a glance at Su Yang before taking a seat.
The others pretended not to have heard anything and returned to their spots.
With his seat now occupied by the older couple, Su Yang had no choice but to sit beside Liu Bo.
After a moment, Meng Simin turned to Su Yang and asked casually, "Xiao Su, how old are you this year?"
"Twenty-four."
"Twenty-four—that’s a good age. What’s your zodiac?"
"Dragon."
"Oh? A Dragon—that’s an excellent sign!"
"Mhm… and your height?"
"One-eighty."
Meng Simin nodded. "Not bad. What’s your star sign?"
"Scorpio."
"Scorpio? That works."
At this point, Pan Chonghai coughed and deliberately interjected, "Xiao Su, have you been keeping up with your martial arts training?"
"I practice when I have time."
"Good, good. Your skills are impressive—don’t slack off. When you’re free—" Before he could finish, Meng Simin shot him a glare, and he promptly shut his mouth.
Meng Simin then continued her questioning. "Xiao Su, how old are your parents?"
"My dad’s 48, my mom’s 47."
"Oh? I’m 47 too—same as your mom. You should introduce us sometime."
"Sure, no problem," Su Yang replied with a smile.
Meng Simin chuckled before resuming her neutral expression. "Where are you from?"
"Yangcheng originally, but I live in Haicheng now."
"Yangcheng’s nice. I stayed there for a while before. So what do you do in Haicheng?"
"Mom, are you conducting a census here?" Pan Ning finally cut in, unable to take it anymore.
"Don’t be ridiculous. I’m just chatting with your friends."
"By grilling Su Yang alone?"
"One at a time, no rush."
Pan Ning rolled her eyes in exasperation.
Beside her, Pan Chonghai struggled to suppress a laugh before turning back with a straight face. "Simin, didn’t I tell you? The hottest Western restaurant in Haicheng right now—Moonlight Bistro—is Xiao Su’s."
"Oh! Right, right. My memory’s slipping. I thought he worked at a company."
"By the way, Su Yang, besides the restaurant, do you have any other... um, businesses?"
Su Yang nodded with a smile. "Yes, Auntie. I also hold some shares in Haicheng Starling Media."
Hearing this, Meng Simin nodded in approval. "That’s quite good. I’ve heard of Starling Media—it’s currently the largest media company in Haicheng, isn’t it?"
Su Yang chuckled. "I suppose so. I haven’t paid much attention to that."
"Mmm, not bad at all. Did you achieve all this without relying on your family?"
Su Yang nodded again. "It’s all from my own hard work (and enjoyment)~"
"Well, you’re quite the impressive young man, building so much of your own success at such a young age. Keep it up!"
As the two spoke, Liu Bo, Zhang Ziming, and Ji Bo, who were standing nearby, didn’t dare make a sound, barely holding back their laughter as they listened quietly.
Seeing Meng Simin’s satisfied expression, Chu Qiunan could only look on, torn between resignation and heartbreak.
It seemed he was completely out of the running now.
......

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?"

ap a wealthy young lady? Or else I'll be eliminated by the system? Ye Feng, who awakened the Kidnapper System, originally wanted to live a peaceful life but never imagined he would become a kidnapper of young women. However, after some time, he discovered that all the girls the system ordered him to kidnap were far from ordinary. "Big brother Ye Feng~ You've kidnapped my heart, and now you're not allowed to leave me ever again~" "Ye Feng~ You kidnapped me back then, now it's my turn to capture you♡" "Little Feng, you're mine! You can only be mine!" "Ye Feng, none of them deserve you. Only I love you the most♡" ... This is madness, they've all gone mad! Wait, what? Why are all the girls I kidnapped yanderes?!

iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.