After Su Yang finished replying, a message from Song Anquan popped up at the top of his phone screen.
He tapped to open it.
Song Anquan: By the way, speaking of girlfriends, bro, I’ve got some good news. 【Dancing emoji】
Su Yang paused for a moment before replying: Oh? Don’t tell me you’re getting married?
Song Anquan: Hehe, you guessed it. I was planning to tell you in a few days. Just finished with the engagement stuff recently.
Su Yang: Damn, you didn’t even tell me about the engagement?
Song Anquan: I figured it was too far, man. My girlfriend’s a local from Hangzhou, so all the engagement stuff was handled here.
Su Yang: Look at you, bro, moving up in the world—landing a Hangzhou local.
Song Anquan: Nah, she’s just from an ordinary family. Not everyone in Hangzhou is loaded.
Su Yang: So where are you planning to hold the wedding?
Song Anquan: My parents want me to do it back in Yangcheng.
Su Yang: And what does your fiancée say about that?
Song Anquan: No problem at all. She’s fine with whatever I decide.
Su Yang: Nice, bro. That’s what I call respect. When’s the big day?
Song Anquan: August 15th. And you better be there as my groomsman—no escaping this one.
Su Yang chuckled and checked the date: July 20th. Still over three weeks to go.
He replied: No problem! It’s not that far off. Just give me a heads-up when you’re coming back.
Song Anquan: Got it. You’ll need to take time off work, so I’ll definitely let you know in advance.
Su Yang almost mentioned that he wasn’t working anymore, but it wasn’t the right time to explain. He’d save that for the wedding.
Song Anquan: Man, I’ve been swamped lately. Just finished the wedding photos last week, and now I’ve got to figure out the guest list, banquet arrangements, the "three golds," and even the wedding cars. Ugh, weddings are such a hassle.
Su Yang: Most people only do this once in their lifetime. It’s a big deal, so a little trouble is normal.
Song Anquan: And I’ve got to go back to Yangcheng first, then drive a five- or six-hour wedding convoy to pick her up. Just thinking about it exhausts me.
Su Yang: Wait, you’re going back to Yangcheng first, then driving to Hangzhou to fetch the bride?
Song Anquan: Yeah. Ugh, it’s giving me a headache. I don’t get why we can’t just have her come straight to Yangcheng with me.
Su Yang: That’s just how these things go. Just tough it out and leave early that day.
Song Anquan: Sigh, I guess that’s all I can do. Right now, the wedding cars are my biggest headache. Renting a decent convoy is crazy expensive, and asking friends for favors is a pain. Not sure if my dad can even round up enough cars.
Su Yang thought for a moment before replying: How many cars do you need?
Song Anquan: At least eight, and they can’t be too cheap either. Don’t want to look bad—she’s from Hangzhou, after all. Even if no one says anything, we’ve got to do things properly.
Su Yang: What kind of car do you want as the lead?
Song Anquan: At least a Mercedes E-Class. Most of my friends and coworkers used an S-Class, BMW 7 Series, or Audi A8 for theirs. I can’t roll up in some budget sedan worth 100-200k.
Su Yang laughed and replied: Alright, leave the cars to me. I’ll handle it.
Song Anquan: 【Shocked】【Shocked】【Shocked】 What are you talking about?
Su Yang: I said I’ll take care of the wedding cars. What, you don’t think I can do it?
Song Anquan: No, bro, I know you’re doing alright—making seven or eight grand a month—but where are you gonna get that many cars? Wait… are you working at a rental place now?
Su Yang couldn’t help but laugh: What nonsense. I’ll explain in detail at the wedding. It’s too much to type. Just trust me—I can hook you up with some nice cars for your big day.
Song Anquan: You swear?
Su Yang: I swear.
Song Anquan: Damn, man. I’m actually kinda touched. Don’t even know how to respond.
Su Yang: Save the mushy stuff. Just treat me to a full spa day later.
Song Anquan: Hahaha, deal. So you’re really taking care of this?
Su Yang: Consider it done. When you come back, I’ll have a slick convoy waiting. Lead car? Gotta be a high-powered, rear-wheel-drive Camry.
Song Anquan: 【Throws watermelon rind emoji】
Su Yang: Alright, no more jokes. Just focus on everything else—this part’s covered.
Song Anquan: Fine, I’ll leave it to you. Honestly, if anyone else said this, I’d be touched but still worried. But with you, I trust it.
Su Yang: Alright, enough chit-chat. See you in Yangcheng.
......
After closing the chat, Su Yang lay back on the sofa, deep in thought.
"Wedding cars… Hmm, none of my three cars are really lead material. His family’s in the countryside—the Aston Martin could make it, but the other two would probably scrape their undercarriages to hell."
"But an SUV like the Aston isn’t wedding-appropriate. Need something like a Maybach, Bentley, or Rolls."
"Let me think."
Just then, his phone buzzed again.
Su Yang picked it up—a message from Lin Yiyi.
"Su-gege, didn’t you say you’d come see me today? I’m off stream now. Where are you?"
Su Yang smiled and replied: "At home."
"Can I come over? I’ll treat you to dinner!"
Su Yang: "Sure, come on by."
Lin Yiyi: "Send me your location then!"
After sharing his address, Su Yang set aside the wedding car thoughts. With over twenty days left, he had plenty of time to prepare. Worst case, he’d just rent ten Maybachs—wouldn’t cost much anyway.
He checked the time: 6:40 PM. Definitely dinner o’clock. He got up, showered, and changed.
Grabbing his phone again, he realized Lu Yun hadn’t been in the comments earlier.
"Haven’t chatted with her in days."
He opened their chat and sent a message:
"Little Deer, what’s up? I’m having friends over for dinner tomorrow—mentioned it before. Don’t forget to come!"
After ten minutes with no reply, Su Yang shrugged. "Probably busy. Whatever."
Twenty minutes later, his phone rang again.
Lin Yiyi was calling directly.
Su Yang answered.
"Su-gege, I’m at the gate of Senhai Manor! Should I come in, or are you coming out?"
Su Yang thought for a second. "I’ll come out. Give me a few minutes."
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?"
with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!
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.”
lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.
