Though shy, Wang Keyan made sure Li Ming heard her confession loud and clear.
But Li Ming was utterly conflicted.
Feeling blood rush to his head, he hastily pulled the car over, unbuckled his seatbelt, and fled outside.
Gulping the fresh forest air, he finally calmed down slightly.
He never expected Wang Keyan—who usually acted as timid as a quail around him—to blurt out such bold, provocative words!
Li Ming had rushed out of the car to avoid accidentally triggering a "mission."
Inside the car, Wang Keyan giggled from the passenger seat, watching Li Ming flee in panic.
She suddenly found it endearing how Li Ming, despite his habit of sneaking glances at her feet, would get flustered and blush when she actually showed them to him. Her fondness for him grew even stronger.
"Brother Li! Are you done yet? Don’t you have urgent business? Come back already~ I won’t tease you anymore!" Wang Keyan called after his retreating figure.
Li Ming took a few more deep breaths before returning to the car and resuming the drive.
"Keyan, you’re still young. There are things you don’t understand yet. When you’re older, you’ll regret saying what you did today."
Wang Keyan smiled and nodded, not bothering to argue.
"Sure, sure, Brother Li, you’re always right! But I’ll only say these things to you and show myself to you! Other men aren’t worth my time. And I’ll never regret anything I say to you!"
Li Ming shook his head helplessly. There was no winning with Wang Keyan. He stepped on the gas, stealing glances at the pair of slender legs resting against the windshield while pressing harder on the accelerator.
What should’ve been a half-day trip was cut in half—not because he wanted to speed, but because the temptation before him was too much. After just a short while, his body began reacting, and he had to clench his jaw, fighting off wild thoughts until he finally dropped Wang Keyan off at her destination.
After helping her find the apartment her mother had bought—a dusty, outdated two-bedroom unit—Li Ming arranged for a cleaning service and took her shopping for essentials before making his exit.
"Brother Li! I know you have things to do, so I won’t keep you. But… when I miss you… can I call you?" Wang Keyan clung to the car door, her eyes pleading.
"Sure. If you miss your mom, you can call me too. If there’s a chance, I’ll arrange for you two to talk." Li Ming patted her shoulder, relieved.
"Thank you, Brother Li! Next time you’re in town, don’t forget to visit me!" Wang Keyan waved as he started the car.
"I won’t! Take care!" Li Ming waved back before driving off.
Alone on the city streets, he found himself missing the delicate feet that had once rested against the windshield.
Shaking off the absurd thoughts, he checked his phone.
Lin Xi’s profile picture flashed on the screen.
He’d known in her office that she wanted him to bring her something, but she’d been too embarrassed to say it outright.
True to his hunch, she’d sent a message:
"Jade Pavilion. Spicy crayfish, chili chicken, spicy clams, and dry pot duck head—extra spicy, please!"
Li Ming facepalmed.
Seriously?
He’d thought Lin Xi had some deep, unspeakable request. Turns out she was just a spice-obsessed foodie! No wonder she was always so irritable—like a gas tank ready to explode at the slightest spark.
He rolled his eyes but sent back an "Ok" sticker.
With Wang Keyan gone, he could finally focus on his real mission:
Buying the pill.
Luckily, there was still time. If he hurried, he could make it back to the prison by evening.
After placing the takeout order at Jade Pavilion, he wandered around the area.
After the bleakness of prison, the bustle of the city felt almost overwhelming.
A pharmacy wasn’t hard to find.
The street had been crowded, but the pharmacy was even worse—packed with elderly folks shuffling forward in a painfully slow line.
Li Ming clicked his tongue at the sight, muttering "Life’s tough," before joining the queue.
As he waited, his eyes landed on a poster on the wall:
"Qingcheng Pharmaceuticals seeks partners! Join us in building a brighter future!"
The signatures at the bottom read "Chairwoman Tan Chengcheng" and "CEO Tan Qingqing."
Two strikingly beautiful women stood back-to-back in the photo, arms crossed, smiling confidently at the camera.
Li Ming rubbed his eyes and looked again.
Tan Qingqing—no doubt about it! That was the inmate he’d met just that morning.
And the other woman, Tan Chengcheng, must be family—maybe even her sister, given their resemblance.
He recalled Tan Qingqing’s file: smuggling, bribery, and financial fraud.
Was the smuggling related to pharmaceuticals? And the fraud—had she scammed her business partners?
It made sense. She’d been so sure her family would get her out. If Tan Chengcheng was her sister, she wouldn’t leave her rotting in prison.
Li Ming noted down Tan Chengcheng’s number from the poster.
Tan Qingqing had deleted the call log after using his phone to contact her family, so he had no way of knowing which number she’d dialed.
This one might be it.
Tucking his phone away, he focused back on the line—only one person left before his turn.
"What medication do you need?" the clerk asked briskly.
"Uh… emergency contraceptive. The one that works fast," Li Ming muttered.
"20. Anything else?"
"No, just that."
He paid, popped the pill out of its packaging, tossed the box, and strolled back to Jade Pavilion.
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...
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
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?"
uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
