Su Yang put on his Audemars Piguet watch and slipped the keys to his McLaren Senna into his bag.
Arriving at the parking lot, he settled into the driver’s seat of the Senna and slowly pulled out.
Within minutes, he reached the entrance of Senhai Manor.
There, Lin Yiyi stood alone by the roadside, waiting.
She was dressed in a white, sleeveless, collared fitted blouse, adorned with a black cat-ear headband and a pair of thin-rimmed round glasses. A large gray bow was tied at her chest, and she carried a small white leather purse in both hands.
Her lower half was clad in an ultra-short skirt matching the bow, with plump legs sheathed in sexy over-the-knee black stockings—two black straps leading up beneath the skirt—and a pair of black ankle boots.
The overall look was undeniably alluring, and Su Yang couldn’t help but swallow hard as he watched from the car.
"Good lord, no wonder she’s a streamer. She really knows how to dress."
"Interesting," he mused with a smirk before driving up to her and honking the horn.
Beep beep.
Lin Yiyi’s eyes lit up as she spotted the supercar approaching. Peering inside, she recognized Su Yang and immediately flashed a sweet, radiant smile.
"Brother Su, it’s been days since I last saw you!"
Su Yang grinned. "Hop in."
"Sure!" She walked to the passenger side and reached for the door, but the mechanism of such a high-end supercar wasn’t something most people were familiar with.
She fumbled around, unable to locate the handle.
"Brother Su, how do I open this door? I’ve never been in such a fancy car before."
Su Yang chuckled and released the passenger-side lock.
"Lift it up."
"Oh, got it!"
Lin Yiyi lifted the door upward, swinging it open from below.
Her face brightened with excitement. "Brother Su, this car is so cool! What brand is it? It must be crazy expensive, right?"
Su Yang shrugged casually. "McLaren. Yeah, it’s a bit pricey—over 20 million."
"T-twenty... million?" Lin Yiyi muttered under her breath as she climbed inside.
She leaned forward, sliding her hips into the seat first before settling in completely.
Su Yang’s heart raced uncontrollably at the sight.
[Ding! Detecting host’s appreciation of a beautiful sight, emotional excitement rewarded: 1 million.]
Once the door was shut, Lin Yiyi’s slightly plump cheeks flushed pink.
She turned to Su Yang. "Brother Su, what would you like to eat?"
"Anything’s fine. I’ll go with whatever you pick."
"Alright! I recently heard about a trending restaurant called ‘Joyful Times.’ Let’s go there!"
"Joyful... Times?" Su Yang thought to himself, ‘Isn’t that the restaurant the system gave me?’
‘I was planning to check it out tomorrow, but might as well try it now.’
He glanced at Lin Yiyi. "Sounds good. Pull up the navigation."
"Sure!"
As soon as the navigation started, Su Yang stepped on the gas, and Lin Yiyi was thrown back into her seat, eyes wide with alarm.
"Whoa, that’s fast!"
"And I wasn’t even flooring it."
Chatting along the way, they soon arrived at No. 103 Kangzhuang Road in Yonghe District.
From a distance, Su Yang spotted a minimalist-style Western restaurant at the end of the street.
The restaurant’s exterior was simple, with "Joyful Times" glowing on the signboard and a spacious parking lot out front.
Su Yang drove up to the entrance, where the barrier lifted automatically. A white-gloved security guard, recognizing the car, hurried over to guide him.
"Right this way, sir."
Su Yang nodded and followed the guard to a parking spot.
The lot was nearly full, packed with luxury vehicles—Rolls-Royce Cullinan, BMW 740, Mercedes G63, Range Rover, and more.
But the arrival of the McLaren Senna made them all pale in comparison.
Su Yang and Lin Yiyi stepped out, and the guard escorted them to the restaurant entrance.
"Please, right this way."
Su Yang nodded and followed Lin Yiyi inside.
The interior was far more luxurious than the understated exterior. Elegant music played in the background, and the spacious dining area was decorated in a palette of coffee brown and white.
Su Yang gave an approving nod. "Not bad."
A beautiful waitress quickly approached to greet them.
"Do you two have a reservation?"
Su Yang blinked. "We need one?"
"Yes, our restaurant is quite popular. All tables for today are fully booked. Without a reservation, you might need to come another time."
"That busy?" Su Yang glanced around.
A large decorative wall blocked the view of the dining area from the entrance.
He turned to Lin Yiyi. "What do you think?"
"We could try somewhere else."
Su Yang looked back at the waitress. "No private rooms available?"
"All private rooms are also fully reserved."
"Damn, people really love Western food these days?"
"Mind if I take a quick look inside?"
The waitress smiled politely. "Of course."
Su Yang asked Lin Yiyi to wait in the lounge area while he followed the waitress in.
Inside, he saw that while the crowd wasn’t overwhelming, every table was indeed occupied.
He pointed at a nearly finished table nearby. "That group looks like they’re almost done. Can’t we take that spot?"
The waitress replied courteously, "Every table has already been reserved by other guests who should be arriving soon."
"Ugh."
Then it hit him—wasn’t he the owner of this place? Did the owner really need a reservation to eat here?
He smirked at the waitress. "Do you know who the owner of this restaurant is?"
"Yes, a Mr. Su. But I’ve never met him—he doesn’t visit often."
Su Yang thought, ‘Hah, she actually knows.’
With a straight face, he asked, "If the owner came to dine, would he need a reservation?"
The waitress froze, caught off guard by the question.
After a pause, she smiled. "Of course not."
"Then where would you seat him if there are no tables?"
"The owner has a private dining room, though it’s not open to the public."
Su Yang nodded. "Ah, got it. Well, lead the way then."
"Huh?" The waitress looked startled, then hesitant. "But, sir, the owner’s private room is strictly off-limits to everyone else. No exceptions."
Su Yang thought, ‘She’s sticking to the rules. Good, this girl’s got integrity.’
He grinned. "What if I told you I’m the owner?"
Assuming he was joking, the waitress gave an awkward laugh. "Um... well..."
Su Yang laughed. "Not messing with you. I really am the owner—Su Yang. You can check with your manager if you’d like."
"Wha—?! You... You're really the boss?" The waitress instantly flustered, unsure whether to believe Su Yang.
But he didn’t seem like the type to mess around with young girls—he was handsome and gave off a decent vibe.
After a brief hesitation, she said, "Could you wait two minutes, please? I’ll go check with the manager."

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?"

m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!

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?