Su Yuyao kept her head down, her pale, creamy little hands nervously rubbing the hem of her shirt.
She looked up at her sister Qing Mo across the table.
Seeing the coldness in her brows, she felt even more heartbroken, her eyes turning red with grievance.
Qing Mo was silent for a long time before finally speaking in a cold voice, "I can't tell him about this."
After saying that, Qing Mo coldly added, "And I won't allow you to tell him either."
Su Yuyao snapped her head up, her tear-filled eyes looking at Qing Mo with confusion and hurt.
A warm tear slipped from the corner of Su Yuyao's eye.
Seeing her crying so sadly, Qing Mo couldn't bear it and added, "At least not right now."
"Why?" Su Yuyao sniffled softly, let out a sob, and asked, her aggrieved voice laced with tears.
Qing Mo remained silent for a moment before finally voicing her concerns. "Because he has recently encountered some things that hit him very hard."
"Not long ago, he even had suicidal thoughts."
Hearing this explanation, shock surfaced in Su Yuyao's teary eyes.
"So in the near future, I don't want him to be triggered again." Qing Mo looked at Su Yuyao and asked softly, "Do you understand what I mean?"
Su Yuyao's expression went blank and numb. As if she had lost her soul, she slowly lowered her head, her clear black and white eyes filled with panic and confusion about the future.
Su Yuyao's devastated expression made Qing Mo hesitant to continue.
But there were some things that, no matter how much Qing Mo didn't want to say, she had to.
"Yaoyao."
"Actually, no matter the outcome."
"Whether Lin Yu accepts you or not."
"You..."
At this point, Qing Mo paused. After reorganizing her words, she spoke again, "You shouldn't be tied down by it for the rest of your life."
"You are still young."
"You're only a senior in high school."
"You haven't even graduated yet."
"If you really do this."
"You won't have any freedom in the future."
Su Yuyao's lifeless eyes flickered.
How could she not know what Qing Mo was saying?
But...
...
It was a child who would one day crisply call her mom...
...
Under the envious and jealous gaze of the driver, Lin Yu acted like a smug big bad wolf with its tail in the air, triumphantly helping the two women out of the car.
After getting them all the way back to Xia Muzhu's house, Lin Yu tossed them onto the bed.
And took off everything that got in the way.
Afterwards, Lin Yu turned off the lights and smoothly slipped into bed between the two of them.
He put one arm around each, letting them lean softly against him.
Having done all this, it seemed like what should follow were some activities unsuitable for children.
But after a long time, nothing happened.
In the quiet room, aside from the steady breathing of the two women, there was only Lin Yu's sigh, full of exhaustion and helplessness.
Lying in bed, Lin Yu stared blankly into the empty darkness before him.
He just felt tired.
Really tired.
Lin Yu felt he was truly insatiable.
A life where he had a woman in each arm and didn't have to worry about food or drink.
Even an ancient emperor had it no better than this, right?
No!
If an emperor didn't want to be cursed at, he still had to diligently attend to state affairs, care for the common people, and balance the powers in the royal court.
But what about him?
Where did he have so many troublesome things to do?
Yeah.
It seemed his current life was really one he wouldn't trade even to be an emperor.
Then what are you still dissatisfied with, Lin Yu?
Why do you still feel so tired?
Are you just asking for it?
Are you just being overly dramatic?
Lin Yu questioned and cursed himself in his heart.
He tried to make himself understand that this current life was great.
So great that it couldn't get any better.
The kind of great you wouldn't trade for an emperor's throne.
So you should be content.
You should feel happy.
You shouldn't be making a fuss over nothing and feeling emotionally exhausted like you are now.
Yes.
Lin Yu silently told himself in his heart.
His current life was really amazing.
If he were a monkey.
Then he already possessed countless peaches, innumerable apples, and even several beautiful female monkeys for company.
They could swing through the jungle together.
Living freely and stylishly.
But on a quiet, lonely night.
The monkey would still miss that banana he yearned for the most, but had accidentally lost.
lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...
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
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.”
