"Okay, okay, three minutes!"
Li Ming turned and dashed into the bathroom, quickly washing up.
They say tall, fair, and handsome people look good even without clothes! Li Ming gave his face a quick rinse, and once again, his looks dominated.
Lin Xi was stunned—how could someone go into the bathroom for two minutes and come out looking like a completely different person? The disheveled mess from before was gone, replaced by a striking man.
Not dwelling on her surprise, Lin Xi led Li Ming toward the counseling room.
On the way, Li Ming asked curiously, "Why does this inmate want to see me? What's going on?"
Lin Xi glanced back at him with an exasperated look but answered anyway.
"She says you look like her dead husband. She’s been hysterical, demanding to see you—threatening to kill herself if she doesn’t. Earlier, she smashed her head against the wall in her cell. The guards couldn’t handle her, so they reported it to me. You need to calm her down. Don’t let her get too worked up. She’s got three years left on her sentence, and she’s been a model inmate. We can’t let her do something stupid now."
"Huh? I look like her dead husband? That’s ridiculous!" Li Ming rubbed his forehead, his expression twisted in disbelief.
"Ridiculous or not, if an inmate commits suicide in prison, you, as the warden, will be held responsible! Be smart about this—don’t make things worse!"
With that, Lin Xi pushed open the door to the counseling room.
Li Ming followed closely behind. Inside, a female inmate sat waiting.
To his surprise, the woman wasn’t old at all—far from the elderly figure he’d imagined.
Years without sunlight had left her skin pale but still firm. The thin prison uniform couldn’t hide her curvaceous figure. Her posture was straight, her face delicate, and for a moment, Li Ming almost forgot where he was.
She didn’t look like a prisoner. She looked like a lady of refinement.
The moment Li Ming entered, the woman’s eyes locked onto him.
He saw a flicker of joy in her gaze, but Lin Xi paid no mind, stepping forward to unlock the woman’s handcuffs so she could move freely.
Then the inmate spoke.
"Deputy Warden Lin, could you step outside for a moment? I’d like to speak with him alone."
Lin Xi didn’t seem surprised. She nodded, then leaned closer to Li Ming and whispered, "There’s no surveillance in here. I’ll be right outside. If anything happens, shout."
Li Ming waved her off without a word.
What could possibly happen to him, a grown man?
Once Lin Xi left, Li Ming sat across from the woman.
"I heard you asked for me because I look like your late husband? Do I really?" he asked, curious.
The woman slowly shook her head and lowered her voice.
"Warden, I lied to them. Otherwise, they wouldn’t have let me see you."
"Wait, what? Then why did you want to see me?" Li Ming was even more confused now. He couldn’t think of any connection between them.
"I… I need your help, Warden. I won’t ask for free—I’ll repay you. Anything you want. If you’re willing… you can even have me." Her voice trembled as she reached across the table and grabbed his hand.
"Hey, calm down. Tell me what you need first." Li Ming was taken aback. Her bold words left him scrambling for composure.
"Warden… I’m 35 now. When I was 14, my late husband kidnapped me. He forced me to bear his child. He was a drug dealer. When I was arrested, he was shot dead on the spot. I was involved too—not by choice—but I still got 15 years. Now, I have less than three years left. I just wanted to serve my time quietly and start over when I got out. But…"
"But last month, my older sister came to visit. She told me my daughter is running around with shady men. She’s even set a date to marry some lowlife! My daughter hates me. She’s never visited in all these years. The only news I get is from my sister. I’m terrified for her! But I’m stuck here! I have no choice but to beg you, Warden!"
"Please… could you go see her? Find out how she’s really doing. See if the man she’s marrying is good to her. I don’t want her ruined, walking the same path I did! Please, Warden! I’ll get on my knees! I’ll do anything you ask!"
Her grip on his hand tightened, and suddenly, she dropped to the floor with a thud, kneeling before him.
Li Ming lunged forward, pulling her up in alarm. "Stop this! Get up!" He forced her back into the chair, afraid she might hurt herself in her desperation.
"Warden! The only person I care about in this world is my daughter! Even though she never visits me, not a single day goes by that I don’t think of her. It’s all my fault for failing to protect her. I don’t blame her for hating me—I just want her to be happy, even if she never acknowledges me as her mother for the rest of her life. Please, Warden! You’re a good man, please help me!" Tears streamed down the woman’s face, enhancing her delicate features.
"It’s just checking on how she’s doing, right? Fine, no problem, I’ll help you! Stop crying, though. You’ll have to tell me where she lives, how old she is, and what her name is." Li Ming couldn’t stand seeing women cry. Watching her weep so pitifully twisted his heart.
Her circumstances were already tragic enough, earning his sympathy, and now with her like this, Li Ming couldn’t bring himself to refuse.
Besides, his system reward—his intuition—hadn’t given him any warning, meaning this prisoner wasn’t lying. Everything she said was true, so he had even less reason to turn her down.
"Thank you, Warden! Thank you so much! You’re truly a good person! There are no cameras here—let me help you! Don’t worry, I’m clean! The prison does regular checkups, I’m disease-free!" Overjoyed that Li Ming had agreed, the female prisoner beamed. With nothing else to offer in gratitude, she lowered herself…
"Hey! No, no! That’s not necessary! Stop! I said I’d help you, so I will—what are you doing?!" Li Ming shot a nervous glance toward the door.
The counseling room indeed had no surveillance. Prison psychological sessions had to account for inmates’ emotions—if cameras were present, they’d never lower their guards enough to open up.
But just because there were no cameras didn’t mean the room was soundproof! Lin Xi was right outside the door, and she’d even said to call if anything happened. For all he knew, she might be pressing her ear against the door right now!
He wouldn’t dare do something like this in broad daylight even if he had twice the courage!
"Relax, Warden! I’ve been in this prison for over a decade. Unless someone’s shouting, no sound gets out of this counseling room. I have nothing else to repay you with except myself. Please don’t look down on me, Warden. Aside from my late husband, I’ve never been with another 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?"
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.”
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...
lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.
