Su Yang looked up and was instantly captivated by the Mercedes G-Class.
"Handsome Su, can I add you on WeChat?" Yang Yuwei flashed a bright smile, her eyes curving into crescents, looking utterly charming.
"Uh, you're all too kind. Sure, let's add each other."
Su Yang swallowed hard and stood up, exchanging WeChat contacts with each of the four girls one by one.
Liu Bo and Zhang Ziming, watching from the side, couldn't hide their envy.
However, the girls didn’t just add Su Yang’s contact. After clinking glasses with him, they went around the circle and added everyone except Meng Wenzhou.
This small detail highlighted the difference in personality between Chinese girls and their foreign counterparts.
Foreign girls tend to be more straightforward—if they like someone, they’ll just ask for their WeChat directly. Chinese girls, on the other hand, are more considerate of others' feelings, always mindful of social etiquette.
When it was Liu Bo and Zhang Ziming’s turn, the two grinned from ear to ear.
Aside from Meng Wenzhou, they had never met any of these people before.
After everyone got a bit more familiar, Meng Wenzhou checked his watch and said, "Guys, it’s past two. We’ve got a barbecue to set up in the backyard, and the ingredients still need prepping. We should probably get started."
"Boys, come with me to move the tables and chairs. Ladies, if you could handle the ingredients, that’d be great."
"Don’t worry, leave it to us." The five girls who had arrived later eagerly headed to the kitchen.
Xia Keke and Han Xiaoyu followed to help as well.
Su Yang and Liu Bo went to carry the grill, while Meng Wenzhou and Zhang Ziming handled the tables and chairs.
Once everything was set up, the other three were drenched in sweat—only Su Yang remained completely unfazed, as if he hadn’t broken a sweat.
"Yang, aren’t you hot? Not even a drop of sweat."
Su Yang smiled. "Not really. I don’t sweat much."
In truth, this was one of the perks of being a fitness master.
"Seems like we’re done here, right?"
"Yep, the girls can handle the ingredients. Let’s take a dip in the pool," Meng Wenzhou suggested with a grin.
The four guys quickly changed into swim trunks and gathered by the poolside.
Pan Ning, Shen Yixue, Tang Ziyun, and Liu Meng also made their way to the backyard.
"When did you all change into swim trunks?" Shen Yixue blinked in surprise.
"Just finished moving stuff—way too hot. Gotta cool off. Wanna join us?" Liu Bo grinned invitingly.
"But isn’t it a bit unfair that they’re busy in the kitchen while we’re here having fun?" Shen Yixue hesitated, though she clearly wanted to jump in.
"Come on, what’s the big deal? There are already seven of them handling it. The party’s started—do whatever you want! Besides, Yang’s gonna grill for us later anyway."
Su Yang rolled his eyes. "You sure know how to delegate."
"Heh, well, you’re the best at it. I’ll be your assistant."
"You’ve got a point. Alright, let’s go change. Come on, girls!" The other three were practically dragged back to their rooms by Shen Yixue to swap into swimsuits.
Su Yang chuckled and executed a perfect dive into the water.
Meng Wenzhou and the others followed suit.
"Ahhh, so refreshing!" Liu Bo resurfaced, slicking his hair back with a grin.
"This pool’s pretty deep, huh?" Su Yang floated, barely able to touch the bottom with his toes. If he relaxed completely, his head would sink underwater.
"Not exactly girl-friendly," Zhang Ziming remarked.
"What do you know? The deeper it is, the easier it’ll be to ‘help’ them," Liu Bo shot back with a smirk.
"Ohhh, right! Heh, did you ask the hotel to set it up like this, Meng?"
Meng Wenzhou sighed. "I’m not that bored."
After swimming for a bit, the guys leaned against the edge and lit cigarettes.
Just then, Pan Ning and the others returned in bikinis.
All four guys turned in unison.
"Damn, this is unreal!" Liu Bo’s eyes gleamed.
Four girls, eight long legs, all in sexy bikinis—the sight was nothing short of breathtaking.
Laughing, the girls sat by the pool, dipping their fair calves into the water.
"Could you four stop staring at us like that?" Shen Yixue waved a playful fist at them.
"Can’t help it. You’re just too gorgeous," Liu Bo quipped smoothly.
"There are more beauties coming later. Think you can handle it?"
"Doesn’t matter. We’ll look anyway."
Shen Yixue glared before bending down to splash water at them.
Pan Ning, meanwhile, pushed off and glided into the pool with effortless grace.
The other three, assuming the pool was shallow, jumped in after her—only to immediately sink.
"Whoa!"
"Help!!"
They flailed wildly, arms thrashing above the water.
The guys instantly swam over.
Su Yang zeroed in on Tang Ziyun, pulling her up in one swift motion.
Meng Wenzhou grabbed Liu Meng, while Zhang Ziming reached Shen Yixue.
Liu Bo, left with no one, awkwardly swam off to the side.
‘Dammit, why always me!?’
‘There’s gotta be someone left. Just wait!’
Seizing the opportunity, Su Yang began teaching Tang Ziyun how to swim—though with Pan Ning nearby, he kept it strictly professional, playing the role of a proper instructor.
An hour later, Yang Yuwei dashed out from the living room.
"Guys, wrap it up! The food’s almost ready!" After calling out, she hurried back to help carry the dishes.
The girls climbed out of the pool and lounged on the deck chairs to rest.
Su Yang and the others headed to the kitchen.
As they entered, all seven girls turned—and every pair of eyes locked onto Su Yang.
His chiseled muscles and handsome face were impossible to ignore, like a female version of the G-Class with Pan Ning’s looks.
"Alright, quit staring. You’re making my boy shy. Let’s get this food outside first," Meng Wenzhou interjected with a laugh.
"Su, we had no idea you were this ripped!" Luo Yu and Yang Yuwei gushed admiringly.
Su Yang smirked. "You’ve got way better figures. If you changed into swimsuits, I wouldn’t know where to look."
"Then we’ll go change right now! We all brought swimsuits, you know."
"Perfect. It’s a pool party—gotta dress the part."
"But let’s move the food first."
After a few trips, everything was finally set up on the backyard table.
The seven girls then went to change into their swimsuits, while Su Yang connected his phone to the Bluetooth speaker and pumped up the music.
Ten minutes later, the girls reappeared, giggling as they strutted toward the pool in an array of stunning bikinis.
The sight was even more explosive than when Pan Ning’s group had arrived—more girls, more legs.
Su Yang’s gaze landed on Yang Yuwei. ‘Holy hell, those proportions are insane!’
Then his eyes flicked to Yaya.
She was wearing a black bikini, her figure nearly flawless. Though her bust wasn’t as explosive as Yang Yuwei’s, it was at least an E-cup.
What’s more, her swimsuit had the least fabric among the seven of them.
"Foreign friends really are something else!"
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?"
agon king storylines. At the start, I obtained the "Ultimate Lackey System" - the more I act as a lackey, the stronger I become. What else could I do? I chose to become the personal henchman of the ultimate villain, Su Muwan. I provoke all sorts of chosen ones, snatch away their opportunities, and commit every evil deed imaginable. You ask who's behind me? Hmph! You're not worthy of knowing my lady's name! ...... ....... I am Su Muwan, the eldest daughter of the Su family. Since childhood, I've possessed extraordinary talent in martial arts, which led to my arrogant and domineering personality in my past life. I was even foolish enough to repeatedly challenge those favored by heaven, ultimately resulting in a tragic death. In this life, I must behave and absolutely cannot walk the same path again!! However... SLAP!! "So you're the Dragon King, huh?!" When I saw my little lackey swagger over and viciously slap the Dragon King who was hiding his identity, I felt my heart sink. Su Muwan's suspended heart finally died as she watched Qin Luo, her utterly loyal lackey, standing before her. She fainted on the spot from shock. Heaven is determined to destroy me!! (Pure love 1v1, light-hearted, no angst, single female lead, villain, reincarnation, lackey)
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.
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.”
