The two strolled along the beach for a while, and by the time they left, it was almost midnight.
After getting into the car, Liu Muye asked her, "Should I take you home?"
Han Juyou thought for a moment, then shook her head. "I don’t feel like going back tonight."
Liu Muye turned to look at her. "Then where do you want to go?"
"I…"
Her father had lost money gambling, and his mood would undoubtedly be foul tonight. If she went home, she’d just end up getting scolded again.
If she went to the hospital to stay with her mother, her mom would bombard her with questions. Her mother already didn’t want to be hospitalized—if she found out about the situation at home, she’d probably insist on leaving early.
At this thought, Han Juyou sighed. "I don’t even know where to go anymore…"
After a few seconds of silence, she joked, "How about I crash on your couch for the night, Young Master Liu?"
Liu Muye smirked. "If I dared to take you home, would you really stay? Aren’t you afraid I’d have ulterior motives?"
"Why wouldn’t I dare?" Han Juyou lifted her chin defiantly. "If you try anything funny, I’ll just call the cops and have you arrested."
Liu Muye laughed helplessly. "You’d really stay at my place and then call the cops on me? That’s some gratitude."
"Hmph~"
Han Juyou gave a light snort, a sly smile curling at the corners of her lips.
Liu Muye started the car. "Alright, buckle up. Let’s go."
"Where to?" Han Juyou fastened her seatbelt. "You’re not seriously taking me to your place, are you?"
"Of course not. My parents are home. I don’t want them getting the wrong idea."
"Then where are we going?"
"To get a room, obviously!"
"Wha—? Huh?!"
……
Liu Muye took Han Juyou to a luxury hotel owned by the Nangong family and booked her a king-sized room.
The Liu family actually owned top-tier hotels as well, so why choose the Nangong property?
Because he didn’t want his parents finding out he’d brought a girl to a hotel—it’d be too much trouble to explain.
"You… you only booked one room?"
The moment Han Juyou followed Liu Muye inside, she immediately tensed up.
Liu Muye frowned in confusion. "What else? Should I have booked more?"
"Even if it’s just one room, why a king-sized bed?" A faint blush spread across Han Juyou’s fair cheeks.
Liu Muye scratched his head, even more baffled. "What, should I have booked a twin room instead?"
Han Juyou’s face burned red. "Y-yes, of course you should’ve booked a twin room!"
Liu Muye countered, "Why would you need a twin room when you’re staying alone?"
"A-alone?" Now it was Han Juyou’s turn to be stunned. She stared blankly at Liu Muye. "Then where are you staying?"
"I’m obviously going home!" Liu Muye couldn’t help but laugh. "Why would I stay in a hotel when I have a perfectly good house to go back to?"
"Oh… right."
Han Juyou quickly regained her composure, the flush on her face fading instantly.
Liu Muye narrowed his eyes, studying her with a strange expression. "What was that look about just now?"
Han Juyou shook her head hurriedly, stammering, "N-nothing…"
"Something’s off. Very off…" Liu Muye leaned in slowly, his face inches from hers. "Don’t tell me… you actually wanted me to stay with you?"
As his face suddenly loomed large in her vision, Han Juyou’s breath hitched. She turned away abruptly and shoved him back. "Get over yourself! Get out!"
With that, she pushed Liu Muye out of the room and slammed the door behind him.
"Seriously? I booked the room, I paid for it, and now I’m getting kicked out?"
Liu Muye shook his head with a wry smile, then turned and headed downstairs to his car.
Inside the hotel room, Han Juyou buried her face in the blankets like an ostrich, replaying the night’s events in her mind…
It all felt like a dream.
Even she didn’t understand why she’d so willingly followed a guy she’d only just met to a hotel.
"If Liu Muye had insisted on staying tonight… would I have agreed?"
The question popped into her head unbidden, startling her. She shook her head violently, trying to dispel the strange thought.
Deciding she needed to cool off, she headed to the bathroom for a shower, hoping to clear her mind.
Stepping in front of the mirror, she caught sight of her flushed face and couldn’t help but laugh—she looked like a freshly boiled crab.
Midway through her shower, Han Juyou suddenly remembered something important—her notebook was still in Liu Muye’s car!
Panicking, she rinsed off the soap in a hurry, turned off the shower, wrapped herself in a towel, and grabbed her phone to call Liu Muye.
"What’s up?"
Liu Muye was driving when his phone rang. Seeing Han Juyou’s name, he answered.
"Liu Muye, have you already left?"
"Obviously?" Liu Muye chuckled. "You think I’d just stand guard outside your door? If I did, you’d probably call me a creep."
"Ahem…"
Han Juyou cleared her throat awkwardly. "My torn notebook… I think it’s still in your car."
Liu Muye glanced at the notebook lying on the passenger seat. "I’m already pretty far. I’ll bring it to you tomorrow."
"…Okay."
"Alright, I’m driving. If there’s nothing else, I’ll hang up now."
"Wait… hold on…"
"What else?"
"Drive safely~"
"Uh… yeah."
Liu Muye was taken aback by the sudden softness in Han Juyou’s voice—she’d been so fierce earlier.
"I’m hanging up now?"
"One more thing…"
"What is it?"
"Today… thank you… I had a really good time."
Han Juyou hung up before he could respond.
Clutching her phone, she stared blankly at the chat screen, lost in thought…
"What a weirdo," Liu Muye muttered to himself after the abrupt call ended.
His gaze drifted back to the torn notebook on the passenger seat, and for a moment, his mind wandered.
"I wonder… when I first started writing novels, was it because I loved it, or just to make money?"
It had been so long, he could barely remember.
When he got home, he took the notebook to his room, smoothed it out on the desk, and reached for some tape…
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ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
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.”
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
