"You can shut up now."
Ji Qingyi remained expressionless, casting a cool glance at Liu Qingyue before speaking in an indifferent tone, "I was merely testing the softness of the bed."
Truly a paragon of tsundere behavior—even when caught red-handed, she stubbornly clung to her act...
Liu Qingyue couldn't help but complain inwardly. Then, with a professional smile, she pointed at the marriage contract in Ji Qingyi's arms and said, "Miss, does testing the bed's softness require holding a marriage contract? Perhaps you should hide it under the pillow instead."
"Weren’t you observing from outside?"
Ji Qingyi’s face betrayed no extra emotion, maintaining her composed and aloof demeanor. She neatly folded the marriage contract and stored it in her system ring before speaking sternly, "Why did you return so soon?"
She deftly changed the subject while using the ring to divert Liu Qingyue’s attention, avoiding further discussion on the matter.
"I had to come back early because they stopped talking the moment I was present. Little did I expect to witness you, Miss..."
Liu Qingyue tried to explain, but Ji Qingyi cut her off sharply, her gaze turning icy as she reprimanded without mercy, "This is precisely why you keep making mistakes—your carelessness."
Standing up, she enunciated each word deliberately, "At this critical juncture, we cannot overlook even the smallest detail. Otherwise, none of us will benefit!"
"U-understood!"
Liu Qingyue lowered her head, feeling wronged welling up inside her.
Ji Qingyi was using discipline to mask her own embarrassment.
At this moment, Liu Qingyue truly wished Su Cheng had a truth-compelling tool, stripping Ji Qingyi of her tsundere facade and sparing her these excuses for scolding.
"Go monitor them immediately. Remember, under no circumstances should any of them have a chance to be alone with Su Cheng. Is that clear?"
Ji Qingyi frowned, issuing the order with severity.
However, Liu Qingyue had her own ways to break through Ji Qingyi’s defenses. She promptly replied, "Understood. I’ll ensure the task is completed."
Ji Qingyi waved her off. "Go."
"Before I leave, there’s something I must mention," Liu Qingyue suddenly paused at the door, turning her head with a serious tone. "I advise you not to keep the marriage contract in the ring."
"Hm?"
Ji Qingyi, ever perceptive, immediately grasped the implication. Her expression darkened as she pondered where else to store the document.
After all, retrieving items from the ring required remembering their existence. If she forgot about the contract, she’d never retrieve it. Storing it in the system space carried significant risks.
Unlike Li Guanqi and Gu Ruoxue, who had no choice but to keep Su Cheng-related items in their rings to prevent their disappearance, the marriage contract was a system artifact—unaffected by such rules. There was no need for such precautions.
Ji Qingyi, now troubled with two system props at her disposal, couldn’t decide where to place them for absolute security.
"You’ve reminded me well."
She nodded slowly, retrieving the contract from the ring and tucking it securely into her clothing. "This should suffice. You may leave."
"Actually, this seems even riskier to me," Liu Qingyue shook her head, her voice grave. "Though I don’t know what methods Su Cheng might employ, he won’t let us rest easy with just a marriage contract. So..."
"Get to the point."
Ji Qingyi interrupted.
"Think about it, Miss..."
Liu Qingyue took a deep breath, carefully phrasing her words. "If Su Cheng erases his own existence, all traces of him will vanish."
She paused, then added, "When you discover the contract, you’d naturally resent it and mobilize unprecedented resources to find him. But what if, after scouring the world, he remains untraceable? What would you do?"
Ji Qingyi’s expression turned solemn. Under such circumstances, she’d likely destroy the contract and use Su Cheng’s absence as grounds to annul the engagement with the family head.
In this light, the contract became more of a burden...
Noticing her contemplation, Liu Qingyue’s lips curled with a hint of scheming. She feigned a sigh. "Ah, what should we do?"
"Do you have a solution?"
Ji Qingyi glanced at her, her tone devoid of emotion.
Liu Qingyue hesitated, then clenched her teeth as if steeling herself. "I do have an excellent strategy to maximize the contract’s utility, but..."
"But what?" Ji Qingyi raised a brow.
"I need to ask you a question first." Liu Qingyue lowered her head slightly, her voice growing tense, as though the query would strain their relationship.
After a brief pause, Ji Qingyi nodded. "Go ahead."
"Very well."
Liu Qingyue took two nervous breaths before meeting Ji Qingyi’s gaze resolutely. The question spilled out rapidly: "Do you like Su Cheng?"
"Must we revisit this?"
Ji Qingyi massaged her temples, her delicate brows furrowing. "I’ve said repeatedly that I won’t elaborate on my relationship with Su Cheng."
"In that case, please hand over the contract."
Liu Qingyue abruptly extended her hand, palm open, demanding the document.
Ji Qingyi was taken aback, her frown deepening. "What do you mean?"
"I can utilize the contract to its fullest potential."
Liu Qingyue spoke each word deliberately.
For a moment, Ji Qingyi narrowed her eyes, scrutinizing Liu Qingyue for any hint of deception. Yet, to her dismay, Liu Qingyue’s eyes were clear and unwavering, utterly sincere.
Admittedly, entrusting the contract to Liu Qingyue made sense. Her relentless determination made her the ideal candidate for this task.
But this was absolutely unacceptable!
As expected—
"Since you don’t like him,"
Liu Qingyue said softly, "And I also bear the Ji surname, so why not transfer the contract to me? Let Su Cheng marry me instead."
Ji Qingyi’s face darkened. "Don’t be absurd. Do you even hear yourself?"
Yet, Liu Qingyue’s hand remained outstretched, unwavering. "By all accounts, keeping the contract with me is the safest option. Please prioritize the bigger picture!"
"Besides, you don’t like Su Cheng anyway."
Liu Qingyue said coolly, "In that case, I’ll be the one to love him. I trust Miss Ji will be gracious enough to step aside. For my happiness, please hand over the engagement contract to me."
"You…" Ji Qingyi flared up in anger.
But she quickly reined it in.
Taking a deep breath, she forced herself to remain composed. "I’ll pretend this never happened today. You may leave now."
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?"
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.
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, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
