Su Yang's lips curled slightly upward: "No problem."
Twenty minutes later, the coffee machine reached the preset temperature.
He made each of the girls a cappuccino, though only Pan Ning and Tang Ziyun got heart-shaped latte art—the others received leaf designs instead.
A little past noon, Meng Wenzhou's phone rang.
After a brief conversation, he hung up.
"Hey, Liu Bo, the others just arrived at the dock. Mind going to pick them up?"
"Sure thing!" Liu Bo replied cheerfully before heading out.
"Man’s suddenly full of enthusiasm," someone remarked.
"So, what’s the plan for later?" Su Yang asked, turning to Meng Wenzhou.
"The villa’s got a grill, and the hotel provides ingredients. We’ll set it up in the backyard for some barbecue, maybe swim, play some pool games. Those who wanna sing can hit the karaoke, and for those who don’t, there’s gaming consoles, a basketball court—do whatever you feel like. The more, the merrier, right?"
Su Yang nodded. He’d never thrown a villa party before, and the thought gave him a little thrill.
Half an hour later, a chorus of silver-bell laughter echoed at the villa’s entrance.
Liu Bo pushed the door open, followed by five stunning girls, each with a distinct style.
Su Yang, Meng Wenzhou, and Zhang Ziming looked up.
Among them was a golden-haired girl straight out of a fairy tale—pale skin, around 170 cm tall, wearing a gray crop-top tank and black denim hot pants. Her curves were full, her figure voluptuous.
Her delicate features included a high nose bridge and striking blue eyes, with legs that were delightfully shapely.
Su Yang nudged Meng Wenzhou. "We’ve got foreign representation?"
"Huh? Not from my list. Must be someone’s plus-one."
"Damn, she’s top-tier," Zhang Ziming muttered under his breath.
The other four girls held their own beside the blonde.
One had an unmistakable "cool beauty" vibe—tall at 168 cm, with sleek black bangs, a petite face, dark lipstick, and an enviable figure.
Her light green fitted mini-dress gave off an innocent-yet-seductive aura.
Su Yang’s gaze shifted to the remaining three.
One was adorably cute—round-faced, about 165 cm, with twin ponytails, a black-and-white JK skirt, and thigh-high black stockings.
Another was slightly shorter at 162 cm, sporting a braid, a black spaghetti-strap top, and a white mini-skirt. With every step, her chest bounced noticeably—Su Yang’s recent "scouting experience" pegged her at a solid F-cup, possibly even G.
The last girl exuded pure sex appeal—fair-skinned, with chestnut curls, a slightly plump yet hourglass figure, and a tight, low-cut beige bodycon dress that left little to the imagination.
Meng Wenzhou stood up with a grin. "Welcome, ladies!"
"Since when did you get to Lucheng, Meng?" the cute one asked.
"We arrived two days ago. But enough small talk—let’s do introductions!"
"Hi everyone, I’m Liu Wenxin. Nice to meet you all!" The cheerful girl stepped forward first.
"Li Yutong," the cool beauty said, waving. Her eyes lingered on Su Yang a beat too long.
"Yang Yuwei, but call me Vivi," the busty one chimed in.
"Luo Yu—just call me Xiao Luo," the girl in the bodycon dress added.
Finally, the blonde stepped up, her near-perfect Mandarin flawless. "Hey there! I’m Xinxiya, Xiao Luo’s friend. You can call me Yaya. Honored to meet you all."
Her gaze swept the room, pausing on Su Yang with a spark of interest.
"Whoa, your Chinese is amazing!" Zhang Ziming blurted.
Yaya giggled. "Flattery! I moved to China as a kid—practically half-local now."
Su Yang’s group introduced themselves in turn.
One word summed up the five girls: curves. Every single one was generously endowed, with even the "smallest," Li Yutong, easily a C+.
Meng Wenzhou sure knew how to pick friends.
The living room buzzed as the girls quickly bonded with Pan Ning, Tang Ziyun, and the others.
No shyness here—Luo Yu grabbed the mic and belted out a song, setting the mood.
[Ding! Host’s current enjoyment detected. Reward: 1 million.]
Su Yang’s inner monologue kicked in:
—Scan each one. Just names, ages, body stats, looks.
[Liu Wenxin, 22]
[Looks: 77]
[Body: 83]
...
[Li Yutong, 25]
[Looks: 80]
[Body: 85]
...
[Yang Yuwei, 23]
[Looks: 79]
[Body: 90]
...
[Luo Yu, 21]
[Looks: 84]
[Body: 90]
...
[Xinxiya, 22]
[Looks: 89]
[Body: 95]
—Holy hell, 95?! Higher than Pan Ning?
—They look close, but Yaya’s got more… everything.
—Whatever. First above-85 I’ve seen. Lock it in.
[Ding! Binding successful. Xinxiya's favorability: 10]
Half an hour later, two waiters delivered bags of fresh groceries—meats, veggies, seafood—and the party escalated.
Amid the singing, drinking, and chatter, Yaya made her move, sliding onto the couch beside Su Yang with a champagne flute.
"Sorry, I missed your name earlier?"
"Su Yang," he replied smoothly.
"Cheers?" She clinked her glass against his wine.
"Bottoms up." He downed his drink.
Yaya’s gaze held a sultry haze—no subtlety, just bold Western directness.
She took a modest sip. "Lightweight. Forgive me."
"No worries."
"Can I get your WeChat?" She bit her lower lip.
Damn. Asking for WeChat? More like asking for trouble.
Su Yang glanced at Pan Ning—unfazed, gaming on her phone—then smirked. "Sure thing."
Yaya smiled slightly and pulled out her phone, quickly adding each other on WeChat.
After chatting with Su Yang for a while longer, she got up and walked over to the other side to sing.
Su Yang had just breathed a sigh of relief when the other four girls approached him.
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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
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
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!
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】
