Li Guanqi harbored no ill intentions in her heart. She simply wanted to give Xuan Ying a similar gift, which was why she had been quietly shopping alone all this time.
However, she hadn’t expected her actions to be witnessed by Su Cheng.
"Sorry," Li Guanqi said, her eyes tinged with a hint of regret and sorrow, as she struggled to meet Su Cheng’s gaze.
Yet, to her surprise, Su Cheng responded with a soft laugh, saying, "I knew you’d choose to come here too. The public restroom was too crowded."
"Huh?" Li Guanqi was momentarily taken aback.
"Wait here for a bit. I’ll just use the restroom," Su Cheng said, taking her hand and leading her into the watch shop while whispering, "I remember they have a lounge here. Since we’re buying something, they’ll probably serve us tea and snacks, right?"
"Well, that’s true…" Li Guanqi began, but Su Cheng had already let go of her hand and walked straight toward the restroom, quickly disappearing from sight.
At this moment, Su Cheng’s behavior resembled that of a clueless male protagonist, completely oblivious to her little secret.
Then, Li Guanqi approached a shop assistant.
"How may I assist you?" The assistant recognized Li Guanqi immediately and greeted her warmly.
"I’d like to rest here for a while," Li Guanqi replied calmly.
"Please follow me," the assistant said, guiding her to the seating area. After she sat down, the assistant promptly served her tea and a platter of fruits and pastries.
Li Guanqi glanced at the clock on the wall—it was still early, just past five in the afternoon—so she relaxed lazily on the sofa as she waited.
Only a few minutes later, Su Cheng emerged from the restroom, only to be surrounded by several shop assistants asking for autographs.
Clearly, word had spread among the staff that Su Cheng was in the store buying a watch.
Even passersby outside, hearing the commotion, began streaming in, eager for signatures and photos.
This little incident gave Li Guanqi a chance to observe Su Cheng. Despite being swarmed after leaving the restroom, he remained unfazed, handling the crowd with effortless grace, smiling as he signed for each fan and staff member without a trace of irritation.
Watching him, Li Guanqi nodded inwardly, thinking how composed he seemed in any situation.
"Sorry for the wait."
Su Cheng’s lips curled into a warm smile as he gently took a seat beside Li Guanqi.
Crossing his legs elegantly, he surveyed their surroundings before turning to her. "This place has a nice atmosphere. Let’s rest here for a bit."
Li Guanqi nodded in agreement, her gaze settling on a plate of fresh tangerines on the table. "Alright," she replied softly, picking one up and carefully peeling it. Once done, she offered a segment to Su Cheng. "Try this."
"Thanks," Su Cheng said, accepting the piece. He pulled down his mask slightly and took a small bite, closing his eyes as he savored it. After a moment, he opened them and praised, "Perfectly sweet. Delicious. You should try some too."
Li Guanqi smiled, lifting the remaining segments with refined grace and taking a delicate bite, as if savoring a rare vintage wine.
After tasting it, she handed Su Cheng another segment, her eyes filled with anticipation.
Su Cheng accepted it with a smile. "So, how is it?"
"Good," Li Guanqi answered simply.
Su Cheng chuckled. "The tangerines here are really high quality. They must source them from somewhere special. Maybe we can ask where they get them—it’d be nice to have some at home for guests."
Li Guanqi gave a slight nod of agreement.
In this quiet corner, the two chatted and laughed together.
About ten minutes later, they rose from the comfortable sofa and prepared to leave. Before going, they asked a staff member about the source of the tangerines and learned it was nearby—a detail both silently noted.
"Do these tangerines grant immortality or something?"
Su Cheng stepped into the citrus shop, staring at the varieties priced at over a hundred per pound, and couldn’t help but click his tongue in disbelief. He turned to Li Guanqi with a wry remark.
"Hmm, way too expensive," Li Guanqi agreed, standing beside him with the same sentiment.
The tangerines they had eaten at the watch shop had tasted pleasant, but neither had expected such an exorbitant price.
It was far beyond what they had imagined.
"Let’s go," Su Cheng said, turning first and taking her hand as he headed for the exit. "The ones at the fruit shop near my place taste just as good, and they’re only three yuan a pound."
"Okay," Li Guanqi replied obediently, following behind.
Outside, the glow of the setting sun bathed them, yet it filled Li Guanqi with an inexplicable melancholy. For some reason, today’s sunset carried a sorrowful air.
On the bus back to Su Cheng’s apartment, they took their usual seats—but this time, with one obvious difference:
Their hands remained tightly clasped the entire ride, like a couple deeply in love. Even seated, neither loosened their grip, as if it symbolized their mutual reliance and trust.
"Aren’t you worried?"
Li Guanqi suddenly grew pensive.
"About what?" Su Cheng countered.
"You know what I mean."
Her expression turned serious.
"You mean President Ji and Minister Gu?" Su Cheng asked in return.
"They might have already finished their discussion—maybe even agreed on how to deal with you," Li Guanqi reminded her.
"It doesn’t matter. As long as you’re with me, nothing else does." Su Cheng’s voice was tender as he tightened his grip on her hand, his emotions as firm and deep as his hold, as if to say that with her by his side, everything else was insignificant.
Li Guanqi felt a rush of shyness and helplessness. She looked down at their intertwined hands and lightly pinched the back of Su Cheng’s hand, murmuring in mock reproach, "I really don’t know what goes on in that head of yours…"
Su Cheng tilted his head with a grin, meeting her gaze. "What’s in my head?"
Then, with a playful chuckle, he placed his other hand gently over hers. "You, of course."
Heat rushed to Li Guanqi’s cheeks, but she forced herself to maintain a stern tone. "Can you be serious for once?"
"Alright, alright," Su Cheng conceded, immediately straightening up with an obedient nod.
Seeing him finally behave, Li Guanqi relaxed slightly before sighing, her voice laced with concern. "Xuan Ying and Zhao Yan might come looking for you tomorrow."
"Huh? What do you need me for?" Su Cheng blinked, his face full of confusion.
"They want to help you buy formal wear," Li Guanqi explained patiently. "Both the class gathering and her birthday require formal attire. They figured you might not have anything suitable, so they decided to personally pick something out for you."
Hearing this, Su Cheng looked surprised, but his expression quickly shifted into one of contemplation.
"How do you plan to respond?" Li Guanqi asked, her tone laced with concern and a hint of anticipation. "Are you going to accept their kindness?"
Su Cheng nodded, his expression pensive. "They’re being thoughtful… They actually noticed I don’t have formal wear and went out of their way to consider me. That’s rare…"
However, Li Guanqi’s beautiful eyes widened as if she’d just heard something shocking. She stared at Su Cheng in disbelief. "What did you just say?"
Her gaze was incredulous, clearly stunned by his words.
"Uh…" Su Cheng lightly scratched his cheek, hesitating before tentatively asking, "Do you not like the idea of them helping me pick out formal wear?"
"What do you think?"
Li Guanqi took a deep breath and countered with a hint of exasperation, "You’re teasing me on purpose, aren’t you?"
Long ago, she had already had a custom-made formal suit tailored for Su Cheng. Yet here he was, claiming he didn’t own any. The disappointment and confusion in her heart twisted into an uneasy knot.
"Haha, are you getting a little jealous~?"
Su Cheng released one hand and gently pinched her cheek with the other, a playful smirk on his face. "You could’ve just told them I already have formal wear. So why didn’t you?"
"Hmph." Li Guanqi pulled her face free, turning away with a haughty pout. "They didn’t tell me—I overheard it by accident," she grumbled.
Then, her tone shifted, turning cold and distant. "And stop teasing me like this. If you keep it up, I’ll really get angry!"
"Stay at my place tonight." Su Cheng’s sudden suggestion caught Li Guanqi off guard, freezing her mid-aloofness. She turned back, startled. "What?"
"You handle them," Su Cheng clarified. "I’m not good at navigating complicated situations like this."
"That’s not a good enough reason," Li Guanqi shook her head firmly. "I can just come early tomorrow morning. There’s no need to stay overnight."
Su Cheng’s expression faltered. After a brief silence, a subtle emotion flickered in his eyes. "I wasn’t talking about them."
Li Guanqi’s pupils constricted. Her voice trembled as she asked, "You mean…?"

orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"

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.”

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?!

young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."