For the rest of the day, Ye Chuan took Luo Xi around to many places, mostly eating, drinking, and buying her some nice clothes.
This coastal city didn’t have many interesting attractions or scenic spots—even the seawater turned muddy yellow when the weather was bad.
Yet, despite this, it was hailed as one of the country’s most livable cities, attracting quite a few tourists.
One could say that traveling is simply about leaving a place you’re tired of to visit somewhere others are tired of.
What this city didn’t lack were shopping districts, with one practically every kilometer.
After their shopping spree, Luo Xi was already carrying multiple bags of clothes.
“Chuan Chuan, isn’t buying so much a bit expensive?” Though happy that Ye Chuan was willing to buy her new clothes, Luo Xi couldn’t help feeling that her spending was a little extravagant.
“If you like it, just buy it. It’s fine,” Ye Chuan said casually. Besides, the clothes Luo Xi picked were cheap—39 yuan apiece or 100 yuan for three. Even so, the girl still felt she was being a bit wasteful.
Sometimes, when you’ve been poor for too long, spending money can feel like a sin.
“I have money now, and I’ll have even more in the future. Just spend it,” Ye Chuan said, pulling out his phone and transferring 100,000 yuan directly to Luo Xi.
“Spend it!”
His woman, his responsibility—after all, back when Ye Chuan was broke, Luo Xi had lent him her hard-earned savings.
Of course, though she called it a “loan,” she never actually expected him to pay her back. She only said so to spare his pride.
“Wow, 100,000?!” Luo Xi blinked her beautiful eyes, completely caught off guard by the sudden transfer.
“No, I can’t take this.” She seemed reluctant to accept it—she didn’t have much to spend money on, and the amount felt overwhelming.
“If you don’t spend it, I’ll give it to another woman,” Ye Chuan teased.
“N-no, you can’t!” Luo Xi immediately protested. Noticing his mischievous grin, she pinched his waist.
“How many girlfriends do you even have, huh? Fine, I’ll take it—just so you don’t waste it on someone else.”
But knowing Luo Xi, she’d probably save it all, keeping it aside for the day Ye Chuan might urgently need money.
Her material desires were low—having food, clothes, and the person she loved by her side was enough to make her feel truly happy.
Much of human unhappiness stems from comparison. Desire is a bottomless pit—the deeper you go, the harder it is to satisfy.
Contentment brings joy, and happiness is often just that simple.
By dinnertime, Ye Chuan took Luo Xi to a high-end restaurant on the top floor of a building, where private rooms even had minimum spending requirements.
“Three signature dishes and a soup,” Ye Chuan said, handing the menu to the waiter before turning to Luo Xi.
She was still taking in the luxurious surroundings. In the distance was the Moon Shell, the city’s landmark—a massive white shell-like structure glowing under the night lights.
She had never dined in such an upscale place before, especially with menu prices that left her at a loss.
“Chuan Chuan, do you have plans for that money?” Luo Xi asked curiously after snapping out of her daze.
“More or less,” Ye Chuan replied, rinsing his utensils with hot water. “First, buy a car. Then get the ‘Three Golds.’ The rest I’ll save for interest and betrothal gifts.”
Three Golds?
“What’s the ‘Three Golds’?” Luo Xi hadn’t caught on yet.
“For marriage,” Ye Chuan said. And Tian Xiaotian’s gold bar wasn’t small either—probably around 100 grams.
At current gold prices, that alone would cost nearly 100,000 yuan.
“?!” Luo Xi’s lips parted in surprise. She hadn’t expected Ye Chuan to be thinking so far ahead. “Chuan Chuan, isn’t that… too soon?”
“Too soon? Just buying in advance.” As he spoke, the food arrived.
“I don’t really need the Three Golds or betrothal gifts,” Luo Xi murmured.
“I wasn’t planning to give them to you.”
Luo Xi’s eyes widened, and her hands trembled slightly.
Then… who?
Miss Bai?
Was this guy just playing around?
A wave of dejection washed over her. Before she could sink into heartache, though, she noticed Ye Chuan’s teasing smirk and immediately realized—
“Chuan Chuan!”
“Just kidding. Of course, they’re for you.” Seeing her flustered expression, Ye Chuan found it endlessly amusing and burst into laughter.
Luo Xi puffed her cheeks. “You jerk! Fine, if you want to marry me, the betrothal gift is one million!”
“Alright, then I won’t consider marriage until I’ve saved up that much,” Ye Chuan sighed.
“W-well, it’s not like you can’t owe me first…” Luo Xi muttered under her breath, completely wrapped around his finger.
Ye Chuan pulled her close and kissed her.
After dinner—costing over 2,000 yuan—Ye Chuan took Luo Xi home.
Both were adults, and with Luo’s mother’s tacit approval, they didn’t need to hold back. Not even bothering with protection, they embraced spontaneity.
“Young man, you’re back!” As soon as they entered, Lan Xiaoke floated into view.
Still dressed in her maid outfit, she hovered near Luo Xi, blinking boldly since Luo Xi couldn’t see her.
Not wanting to startle Luo Xi, Ye Chuan didn’t respond to Lan Xiaoke, only giving her a look. The ghost girl saluted playfully before vanishing into the wall.
“Chuan Chuan, you renovated so fast—aren’t you worried about formaldehyde?” Luo Xi asked, eyeing the interior decor.
The speed of the renovation had her concerned about potential health risks.
“Don’t worry, high-quality materials were used. Minimal formaldehyde,” Ye Chuan said, avoiding any mention of the system. He casually pulled off his shirt.
“Ch-Chuan Chuan, what are you doing?” Luo Xi stammered, her face heating up at the sight of his abs.
Wasn’t this moving a bit fast?
“Taking a shower. What’s the big deal?” Ye Chuan chuckled at her reaction. “It’s not like you haven’t seen me before. Why so flustered?”
“I-I don’t know.” Her cheeks burned even redder. She wasn’t sure why, but seeing him like this made her heart race.
A strange urge even flickered through her mind—wanting to lock him away and have him all to herself.
What was wrong with her?
“No, no.” Luo Xi quickly shook off the bizarre thought.
But remembering what awaited her tonight, the girl covered her face with her hands, crouching as her imagination ran wild.
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.”
ap a wealthy young lady? Or else I'll be eliminated by the system? Ye Feng, who awakened the Kidnapper System, originally wanted to live a peaceful life but never imagined he would become a kidnapper of young women. However, after some time, he discovered that all the girls the system ordered him to kidnap were far from ordinary. "Big brother Ye Feng~ You've kidnapped my heart, and now you're not allowed to leave me ever again~" "Ye Feng~ You kidnapped me back then, now it's my turn to capture you♡" "Little Feng, you're mine! You can only be mine!" "Ye Feng, none of them deserve you. Only I love you the most♡" ... This is madness, they've all gone mad! Wait, what? Why are all the girls I kidnapped yanderes?!
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."
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?!
