Old Gao personally escorted the two to the parking lot.
When he saw Su Yang open the door of the McLaren Senna, he maintained a calm expression, but inwardly, he was utterly shocked.
'Damn! This guy’s got some serious clout. Isn’t this the McLaren Senna, limited to just 500 units worldwide? My dream car!'
Su Yang glanced at Old Gao with a smile. "No need to see us off. We’re heading out. Oh, by the way, let’s exchange contacts."
"Ah, yes, of course!" Old Gao hurriedly pulled out his phone and stepped forward.
After adding each other on WeChat, Su Yang grinned and slid into the car, driving off with Lin Yiyi in style.
Watching the Senna disappear into the traffic, Old Gao swallowed hard.
"Gotta work harder! One day, I’ll drive a car like that too!"
......
In the car, Su Yang rested his left hand on the steering wheel and his right on the center console, eyes fixed on the road ahead as he asked casually, "So, where to next?"
Lin Yiyi shifted closer to him, her legs pressed together. She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear and replied, "Up to you, Su. I’m fine with anything."
[Ding. Host’s current mood: relaxed and cheerful. Reward: 800,000 yuan.]
Su Yang glanced at Lin Yiyi’s legs, a faint smirk playing on his lips.
"Where do you live?"
"Tianheyuan Apartments. Why?"
"Just curious. Renting or own the place?"
Lin Yiyi shook her head. "No way I could afford to buy. I just graduated not long ago."
Su Yang nodded. "How big’s your place?"
"Two bedrooms, one living room. 2,300 a month."
"Not bad. Living alone?"
"Yeah."
Su Yang thought for a moment. "How about we drop by your place?"
"Huh? M-my place? It’s kind of messy..."
"Doesn’t matter. We’ve got nowhere else to go anyway."
"W-well... okay."
"Problem? We can skip it if it’s inconvenient."
"No, no! It’s just... I’m embarrassed you’ll see the mess." Lin Yiyi stuck out her tongue nervously.
Su Yang chuckled. "Relax. Let’s go. I think we need to make a U-turn up ahead."
As he drove, Su Yang mentally summoned the system.
—System, pull up Lin Yiyi’s profile.
[Lin Yiyi, Age: 22]
[Height: 165cm]
[Weight: 57kg]
[Looks: 88]
[Figure: 95]
[Relationships: 0, Single]
—Damn!! Forgot her figure score was that high!
—And zero relationships? Wonder if she’s untouched. Gotta check later.
Lin Yiyi had assumed Su Yang would take her to a movie, shopping, or at least book a five-star hotel for the night.
She never expected he’d want to go to her place.
Even though she lived alone, the thought of him seeing her modest apartment made her self-conscious.
But Su Yang didn’t care. A battlefield was a battlefield, no matter the location.
Besides, he figured the vibe would be different at her place.
Right now, he saw Lin Yiyi as nothing more than a fling, so bringing her to his own home was out of the question.
She’d made the first move anyway. No point overthinking it—just go for it.
Soon, Su Yang pulled up to the entrance of Tianheyuan Apartments.
This was an ordinary high-rise residential complex with decent surroundings. The underground parking entrance was located just to the left of the main gate.
Su Yang drove his car into the parking lot, the idle rumble of the engine echoing loudly in the enclosed space. He casually pulled into a parking spot, and the two of them stepped out of the car.
A McLaren Senna appearing in a neighborhood like this was practically a showstopper. A few people parking their cars in nearby spots turned their heads at the sound.
"Holy crap! A supercar?!" A young man quickly pulled out his phone to snap pictures.
Just as Su Yang closed the car door behind him, a somewhat familiar voice called out from not too far to his right.
"Su Yang!!"
‘Damn it, seriously? Of all places to run into someone I know…’ Su Yang thought to himself as he turned toward the voice.
The moment he saw who it was, his facial muscles twitched involuntarily.
"I can’t believe this. Why is it always you?" Su Yang said with visible irritation.
The person walking toward him with a bright smile—the very sight of whom never failed to annoy him—was none other than Lin Xiaomo, his ex-girlfriend.
"What a coincidence! What brings you here?" Lin Xiaomo was wearing a white floral sundress, a Gucci bag dangling from her wrist.
Her gaze then shifted to Lin Yiyi standing beside Su Yang.
"And this is... your girlfriend? Wow, you move on fast, huh?" Lin Xiaomo laughed without restraint.
Su Yang ran a hand through his hair. "None of your business. Seriously, I just don’t get it—why do I keep running into you everywhere?"
"Guess fate hasn’t cut ties between us yet."
"Whoa! Is this your car? Renting something like this must’ve cost a fortune."
Su Yang rolled his eyes. "I don’t have time for this. Do whatever you came here to do and leave me alone." He grabbed Lin Yiyi’s hand and started walking away.
Lin Xiaomo smirked and quickened her pace to follow them.
After a few steps, Su Yang turned around. "Hey, why are you tailing us?"
"Who’s tailing you? I’m just heading this way too."
"Fine, whatever. You go first, then. Here." Su Yang pulled Lin Yiyi aside to let Lin Xiaomo pass.
Lin Xiaomo blinked her large eyes playfully, flashed a grin, and strode ahead.
"Damn it," Su Yang muttered under his breath.
"Su, who was that?"
"My ex."
"Oh... No wonder she’s so pretty," Lin Yiyi remarked, watching Lin Xiaomo’s retreating figure.
Su Yang didn’t deny it—Lin Xiaomo was undeniably attractive. Back in college, he wouldn’t have pursued her so relentlessly otherwise.
Once Lin Xiaomo was out of sight, Su Yang continued walking with Lin Yiyi toward the elevator lobby of their building.
"Which building do you live in?"
"Building 6, Unit 2. It’s right up ahead."
‘Why is she here? Does she live here now too?’
Su Yang mulled it over as they entered the elevator lobby of Building 6, Unit 2—only to find Lin Xiaomo already standing there, waiting.
"You’ve got to be kidding me!"
"Told you fate wasn’t done with us yet. See? Even after I walked ahead, you still caught up."
Su Yang had no patience for her teasing. "Do you live here?" he asked bluntly.
"Yeah, moved in less than two months ago."
"So... wanna come up? I live alone, you know."
"Not happening. Can’t you see I’m with someone?"
"Come on, I don't mind. Your friends are my friends too, right? Besides, wouldn’t that make it even more exciting?" Lin Xiaomo giggled, casting a teasing glance at Su Yang.
Su Yang: ...
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.”
world slacker. But a genius female disciple just had to get clingy, insisting that he take her as a disciple. Not only that, she was always making advances on him, thoroughly disrupting his peaceful slacker life...
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?"
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.
