"Who told you that?" Chen Han gritted his teeth.
Chen Yurou hurriedly consoled in a low voice, "Brother, don't be so angry. Without children, it's not the end of the world..."
"Who said it?" Chen Han's anger level +999.
Chen Yurou became a little anxious, "Brother! Zhao Yan told me, but he didn't spread it indiscriminately. Please calm down! Infertility is not the end of the world!"
In an instant, the whole room fell silent. Everyone stopped talking and stared at Chen Han.
Chen Han's body suddenly became tense.
Chen Yurou belatedly covered her mouth.
"Well, Ah Han, try to take it easy."
"That's right, infertility can be treated."
"You have money, so why worry about not having children..."
Everyone looked at him sympathetically and comforted him.
Chen Han trembled all over, "Zhao Yan!!!"
When he looked around, Zhao Yan was nowhere to be seen.
"Well, brother, I'll leave now." Seeing her brother on the verge of rage, Chen Yurou excused herself.
"Zhao Yan! I'm fuming with anger again!" Chen Han roared into the phone after dialing Zhao Yan's number.
"Hello? Sorry, the signal is bad here. Gotta hang up."
Zhao Yan hung up the phone, and judging from Chen Han's tone, he guessed the extent of his anger. Zhao Yan decided not to see him for the next three days, fearing that someone might get hurt if they met.
However, if he spent these three days with Chen Yurou, it might also result in disaster.
But the lesser of two evils, right?
"Chen Director, you're in the wrong here. This illness won't harm you," someone accused.
Chen Han's eyes turned red. "How can you say it won't harm me! I don't have a damn illness, but because of him, there's one now!"
He didn't have a physical illness, but a social one.
"Chen Director, you should try to be more open-minded..."
"I really don't have an illness!" Chen Han emphasized again.
"Yes, yes, you don't have an illness, we understand. Everyone understands," Jinxiu Palace's boss Chen wore an expression that said, "No one understands you better than I do."
Chen Han: "............"
You understand? Do you understand, you damn son of a b--ch!
He restrained the urge to curse and turned to leave.
"Chen Director, where are you going?"
"Going home to have a child! Damn it, I'll prove it to all of you with facts!" Chen Han grumbled.
"Well, who knows if you're adopting."
Someone suddenly interjected, almost causing Chen Han to fall flat on his face.
Turning back, he shouted, "I'll livestream it, damn it!"
Jinxiu Palace's boss suddenly said, looking at Chen Han's back, "If this child of his can really be born, then we've put in a lot of effort."
Everyone nodded in agreement, suppressing their laughter.
"Chairman Hui also played a crucial role! His son should be grateful to Chairman Hui. Without Chairman Hui, he might not have seen this world so soon." Chen Hailong added with a smile, holding a wine glass.
Tonight, a piece of news spread throughout the influential circle of Binhai City: the Chairman of Hanjiang Group is infertile!
After that, the senior executives of Hanjiang Group rarely saw the boss coming to work because the boss and the boss's wife were busy creating human beings and had no time to create wealth.
These are stories for another time, let's not mention them for now. Only Chen Yurou's pursuit of Zhao Yan in the parking garage after leaving the hotel.
"Uh-oh, I really messed up my brother, but his reaction was so intense. Are you sure you didn't deceive me?" Chen Yurou looked at Zhao Yan with a skeptical gaze.
Zhao Yan remained unfazed, "Infertility in a man is a serious issue. You exposed his vulnerability in public, so it's natural for him to feel ashamed and angry. It's better not to bring it up in front of him anymore; I'm afraid he might become too aggressive."
Afraid that he might become so enraged that he would harm me.
"Oh," Chen Yurou nodded, suddenly understanding.
Zhao Yan embraced her and said, "Let's go, we should seize the opportunity to conceive a child and put Big Brother An'an's mind at ease."
In order to truly deepen their love without any barriers that most relationships have, he had put in a lot of effort.
He wasn't worried about what would happen if she got pregnant.
Moreover, it was normal for Chen Yurou's age to have a child, and the older she got, the riskier it would be to have one.
Besides, he was more than capable of supporting a child.
He wanted to have eleven!
Not for any other reason, but to raise a soccer team and help the country win the World Cup in his lifetime!
"Mhmm," Chen Yurou responded foolishly.
In order to bring prosperity to the Chen family.
Tonight, both Zhao Yan and Big Brother An'an made great efforts.
............
The next day, in the afternoon.
Zhao Yan held Chen Yurou in his arms, playing with his phone on the sofa.
"Look at this, it's a live broadcast of the army's new recruits' experiences," Chen Yurou handed the phone to Zhao Yan.
Zhao Yan glanced at it casually, "It's all false propaganda, just bluffing. How is that possible?"
Chen Yurou pouted and couldn't be bothered to argue with him.
Click, just then, the sound of the door opening rang out.
"Zhao ge, Yurou jie, good afternoon," Ling Keke came in after school, carrying groceries for work.
"Mhmm, no need to rush to cook, come have a drink and take a break," Chen Yurou said gently.
Ling Keke shook her head repeatedly, "Thank you, Yurou jie, but I still have to go home and review after cooking."
She wasn't afraid of people being unkind to her because she had already gotten used to it. Instead, she was afraid when people were too kind to her. If someone showed her the slightest bit of kindness, she would treasure it cautiously, wishing she could repay it tenfold.
Chen Yurou nudged Zhao Yan, "Hey, can't you find another helper? This little nanny of yours still has to take the college entrance examination."
"Isn't she grown-up?" Zhao Yan blinked.
Chen Yurou's tone was filled with jealousy, "Well, just because she's grown-up, I'm worried."
"What are you thinking? She's only in her third year of high school. I see her as a younger sister," he replied, a classic scumbag statement.
If he saw her as a younger sister during her third year of high school, what about after graduation?
Chen Yurou still wasn't very happy because although she hadn't seen the girl's eyes, she felt that she was too beautiful, innocent, and spirited. Her alarm bells were ringing.
Zhao Yan sighed, "Her family circumstances are tough. Otherwise, why do you think she's working while still in high school? This girl has good grades; it's just that she's poor. What I'm giving her isn't just a job, it might be a future."
"Okay, I was being shallow," Chen Yurou raised her hand in surrender and then started putting on her shoes. "I just called my sister-in-law, and my brother has calmed down. I'm going home."
"Don't go, I can't bear to part with you," Zhao Yan held her hand, looking at her reluctantly.
Chen Yurou felt delighted in her heart and said with an indulgent tone, "But I still have to go back."
"Alright, then I'll accompany you," Zhao Yan sighed helplessly, wearing a reluctant expression as he saw her off at the door.
As he watched the car drive away and closed the door, the reluctance on his face gradually turned into a smile. "Keke, come here, let me show you the new goldfish I've raised."
"Huh?" Ling Keke walked out, feeling confused.
Because of the heat in the kitchen, she tied her jet-black hair behind her head and took off her oversized school uniform, wearing only a short-sleeved shirt, causing the square school emblem on it to stretch out.
With an estimated height of around 1.68 meters, her figure looked especially attractive, capturing Zhao Yan's attention.
Not just his eyes.
"Zhao Ge, you..." Ling Keke felt a bit embarrassed being looked at, blushing and avoiding his gaze.
She knew exactly what part of her was most attractive.
So, to avoid unnecessary trouble, she usually covered her face with her hair and concealed her figure with oversized school uniforms.
It was only because they had become more familiar with each other and she trusted Zhao Yan's integrity that she dared to expose her advantages so openly in front of him for the sake of convenience.
After all, in her eyes, Zhao Yan was an idol, a true gentleman, shining with integrity, and he would never bully her.
And as she expected, Zhao Yan was indeed a gentleman.
So, a graceful lady and a gentleman make a good match.
"Cough, it's nothing. You go cook," Zhao Yan controlled his eyes and looked away.
"Okay," Ling Keke blushed and ran into the kitchen.
Her back view was also captivating.
After dinner, Zhao Yan drove her home.
When they arrived, as Ling Keke was about to get out of the car and close the door, she suddenly asked, "Why are you so good to me?"
"Because I'm a good person," Zhao Yan smiled.
Ling Keke smiled too and turned to walk into the residential area.
She believed it, she believed that Zhao Yan had no ulterior motives towards her.
It can only be said, my dear child, you're so innocent.

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.”

lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...

e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.

pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"