"A sweet romance story?" Han Juyou blinked at Liu Muye, her eyes wide with curiosity.
"Exactly, a sweet romance!" Liu Muye nodded earnestly as he began analyzing it for her. "At its core, those overbearing CEO stories are just sweet romances—aren’t they all about dating a hot guy? But why limit yourself to writing about some unrealistic, cringe-worthy fictional man who spouts cheesy CEO lines all the time?"
...At another table not far away...
"Achoo~" Nangong Ye sneezed suddenly. Shangguan Yurou immediately pulled out a pack of scented tissues from her bag, offering him one.
The tissue carried a faint, elegant sandalwood fragrance, subtle and refined—just like Shangguan Yurou herself, gentle and understated. Nangong Ye wiped his nose, hesitating to throw the tissue away afterward.
She smiled softly and asked, "Why are you sneezing too?"
Nangong Ye shook his head, baffled. "No idea. Maybe someone’s gossiping about me behind my back."
"Pfft~" Shangguan Yurou covered her mouth, her laughter brightening even more at his ridiculous remark.
...Back to Liu Muye’s perspective...
After listening to Liu Muye’s analysis, Han Juyou nodded thoughtfully. "You make a good point, but wouldn’t an ordinary sweet romance be too bland to attract readers?"
Liu Muye shrugged. "Then make it extraordinary. The plot is whatever you imagine it to be."
"Hmm~~~" Han Juyou pursed her lips, resting her chin on her hand as she seriously considered story ideas.
Liu Muye picked up his chicken drumstick again, taking a bite before adding, "Stop overthinking it for now. Eat your food before it gets cold."
Han Juyou waved him off. "Let me think a little longer..."
"Enough thinking. Just eat." Liu Muye rolled his eyes. "With a well-read guy like me helping you, you’re bound to become a bestselling author."
Han Juyou set down her chopsticks and leaned closer to Liu Muye. "Then talk to me about the plot right now."
The moment she moved in, the delicate scent of white camellias drifted into Liu Muye’s senses again. They were so close that he could almost feel the warmth radiating from her.
With just a slight turn of his head, he could clearly see her flawlessly sculpted face—the tiny heart-shaped beauty mark near her left eye, so small yet impossible to ignore.
"Gulp~"
Liu Muye swallowed hard, his heartbeat suddenly racing.
He shifted slightly away. "Finish your meal first. We’ll discuss the plot afterward."
"Fine."
Han Juyou made no move to return to her original seat. Instead, she pulled her tray over and sat shoulder-to-shoulder with Liu Muye as they ate together.
To her, it was no big deal—she just wanted to finish quickly so they could talk about the novel.
But Liu Muye grew flustered. With Han Juyou sitting so close, his eating pace slowed, though his heart only beat faster.
Has this woman cast some spell on me? Why is my heart pounding like this?!
Despite starting his meal first, Han Juyou finished before him and immediately began urging him to hurry up.
Under her impatient gaze, Liu Muye had no time for distractions. He wolfed down the rest of his food, then followed her out of the cafeteria.
Once outside, the two wandered aimlessly, chatting about the novel as they walked.
Before they knew it, they reached the track field.
"Hold on, hold on!" Liu Muye cut off the conversation, tired of the topic. "Talking about writing won’t get you anywhere. You actually have to write to figure things out."
"Mm." Han Juyou nodded. "But you’ve given me a lot of inspiration just now. Thanks."
"Don’t mention it." Liu Muye waved dismissively. "Thank me when you actually become a famous author."
Han Juyou nodded firmly. "Just for that, I will make it big!"
Seeing her determined expression, Liu Muye was reminded of his own ambitious younger self. He pressed his lips together, smiling faintly.
Misinterpreting his smile, Han Juyou frowned. "You don’t believe me?"
"Of course I do." Liu Muye met her gaze. "You’re Han Juyou, after all!"
What he left unsaid was the rest of his thought:
You’re Han Juyou—the unstoppable Han Juyou from my story!
If you weren’t playing the villainess, with your intelligence and relentless drive, is there anything you couldn’t achieve?
"Really?" Han Juyou tilted her head, studying his face. "Then what were you smiling about earlier?"
"I was smiling… because your determination reminded me of myself."
Liu Muye scratched his nose, suddenly a little embarrassed.
Hearing this, Han Juyou also flushed slightly. "Fine, I’ll take that as a compliment."
Liu Muye sat down on the bleachers. Back when he studied at Sunan University, he used to come here every evening after dinner with his roommates—walking around, sitting, admiring the girls in shorts, and discussing how to woo them.
Han Juyou settled beside him, following his gaze toward the track. Small groups of people strolled along the running path, along with couples—some newly together, keeping a shy distance, while others held hands openly, comfortable in their intimacy.
Glancing at Liu Muye, whose thoughts seemed miles away, Han Juyou wondered for a moment: If people on the track looked up here, would they mistake us for a new couple too?
Liu Muye suddenly snapped out of his daze, turning just as Han Juyou was watching him.
"Why are you staring at me?"
"Who’s staring? Don’t flatter yourself."
Blushing, Han Juyou stood up to leave.
"Where are you going?"
"Back to my dorm to write!"
"Got inspiration?"
"So much inspiration!"
Just then, Liu Muye seemed to remember something and called out, "W-Wait!"
Han Juyou turned. "What now?"
"Art shouldn’t stray too far from reality," he said. "Otherwise..."
"Otherwise what?"
"Otherwise, it’ll be super cringey!"
"Got it, got it. I won’t make it unrealistic."
With a mischievous grin, Han Juyou waved and descended the bleachers.
...
"How strange," Liu Chenghan muttered, leaning back in his office chair. "I froze all his accounts, yet he hasn’t come begging all day."
He turned to his secretary. "Did the young master eat at the cafeteria today?"
"He did," the secretary replied, checking his tablet. "With a girl."
The secretary placed the tablet in front of Liu Chenghan—on the screen, Liu Muye and Han Juyou were sitting side by side, each holding a cup of bubble tea, their faces lit up with smiles, looking every bit like a young couple freshly in love.
“Hmm?” Liu Chenghan frowned at the image on the tablet and said, “What’s going on here? Are they dating? That brat swore he wasn’t in a relationship. How’s he even affording it without money?”
The secretary asked, “Should we unfreeze the young master’s financial accounts, then?”
“Not yet.” Liu Chenghan stroked his chin, grinning. “That little rascal must be playing the poor guy to chase after her—no doubt about it. That’s a worn-out trick I used back in the day.”
From that smile, it wasn’t hard to tell he genuinely hoped his son would inherit his legacy as a ladies’ man.
…
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
e school belle recognized by the whole school, a genius girl from the kendo club. She also has a hidden identity, the youngest legendary demon hunter. Chen Shuo just transmigrated and found himself turned into a weak, helpless little vampire. He was caught by Su Xiyen and taken home at the very beginning. Since then, Chen Shuo's life creed only had two items. "First, classmate Su Xiyen is always right." "Second, if classmate Su Xiyen is wrong, please refer back to item one." Many years later, Chen Shuo, who had turned back into a human, led a pair of twins to appear in front of all the vampires to share the secret of how he turned back into a human. "It's simple, I tricked a female demon hunter into becoming my wife!"
y came from. The chests contained supplies, currency, class-change scrolls, skills, talents… and even godhood! The laws of the world were completely rewritten. This became a world where everyone gambled with their fate! Some people, despite having nothing, opened a divine artifact and rose to the top, eventually ruling the world. Others went bankrupt, opened nothing but worthless junk, and leaped from skyscrapers in despair. Lin Ye arrived in this world from another reality, utterly bewildered. “What is going on? Why is everyone a gambling addict?!” “Opening chests? No way. I refuse to gamble. I’ll start with myself!” Until— On his first chest, he obtained a Mythic Talent: Void Incarnation! He could become completely intangible, pass through all things, and reduce everything to nothingness! … On his fiftieth chest, he obtained a Mythic Weapon: Blade of Karma! With a single slash, karma shattered, twisting the universe and overturning the myriad phenomena of creation! … On his ninety-ninth chest, he obtained a Mythic Divine Treasure: Primordial Purple Energy! It could split open the heavens and earth, create all things, and evolve countless worlds with a single thought! Lin Ye: “Now that I think about it… shouldn’t someone have told me that every chest is guaranteed to contain something Mythic?!”
