However, the little grass in the phone naturally couldn’t understand what Ye Chuan was saying, merely swaying its body gently. Compared to the other sprouting immortal herbs, its gold-edged leaves stood out strikingly among them. The odds of developing sentience were about one in ten thousand—after all, even with tens of thousands of these herbs planted, only one had ever awakened to intelligence.
"It’s about time. The next step is to finalize the pharmaceutical company matters with Yan Ran. After all, I’ve never run a company before, so I’ll need a reliable chairman." Ye Chuan naturally had no intention of managing the company himself. His energy was limited, so it was better to simply act as a shareholder and supply the raw materials.
"That’s enough for today." Ye Chuan was feeling a bit tired. Rubbing his temples, his gaze suddenly fell on the glowing orb nearby.
Ye Chuan: "..."
Speaking of which, this massive thing was taking up space on the bed. Even after turning off the lights, the room remained brightly lit because of it.
"Isn’t this a bit too bright? How am I supposed to sleep?"
Ye Chuan pondered whether he should toss the orb into Lan Xiaoke’s room instead. But then he noticed that the semi-transparent orb was gradually solidifying, and a sphere this large—about two meters in diameter—probably wouldn’t fit through the door anyway.
If he forced it out, he wasn’t sure whether it might affect Lan Xiaoke’s resurrection process.
"Never mind. I’ll just crash in Bai Qianshuang’s room for the night." After packing up, Ye Chuan headed to Bai Qianshuang’s room.
He knocked, but there was no response.
Pulling out his phone, he checked the logs and saw Bai Qianshuang’s chibi avatar sitting cross-legged on the bed, deep in meditation. Her cheeks puffed slightly with each breath, making her look utterly adorable.
"Meditating, huh?"
If that was the case, it probably wasn’t appropriate to disturb her.
Hmm…
That left either Lilith’s room or Lan Xiaoke’s.
Since his own room had already been taken over by Lan Xiaoke’s orb, he might as well just use hers.
Once he made up his mind, he pushed open Lan Xiaoke’s door—
The room was a complete mess, with trash strewn everywhere. Clothes, skirts, and even underwear were haphazardly tossed around, some draped over the gaming chair.
"..." Though Lan Xiaoke could materialize clothes at will, she still occasionally wore them—especially after Ye Chuan had pointed out that shapeshifting outfits weren’t much different from being naked.
"What a disaster." Ye Chuan nearly pinched his nose in disgust.
But in reality, the room didn’t smell bad. After all, as a ghost, Lan Xiaoke wouldn’t produce any odors—though the space did feel unnaturally chilly.
"If only she’d tidy up her own room." Ye Chuan could easily picture Lan Xiaoke lounging in her gaming chair, wearing a short-sleeved top and shorts, her plump thighs crossed as she giggled at something silly.
Honestly, he wasn’t too keen on sleeping in a room like this.
And he wasn’t in the mood for gaming either.
"Lilith’s it is, then." In the end, Ye Chuan made his way to Lilith’s room. Since she hardly ever stayed there, it remained exactly as it had been.
"What are you doing in my room?" The moment Ye Chuan sat on the bed, Lilith’s voice echoed in his mind.
"Nowhere else to sleep. Figured I’d borrow yours."
"Entering a lady’s room without permission is terribly rude." Lilith huffed, materializing from her jade pendant. Though she rarely used the room herself, that didn’t mean she didn’t consider it hers.
"Too tired to care." Ye Chuan flopped onto the bed, sprawling out. "Do whatever you want."
It wasn’t like her magic could do much to him anyway.
"Hey, get up." Lilith floated midair, pressing her stocking-clad foot against his thigh.
"Want me to cuddle you to sleep?" Ye Chuan grinned.
"You’re as shameless as ever." Lilith narrowed her eyes before plopping down onto his stomach like a chair, crossing her legs daintily.
With a flick of her fingers, she conjured a bottle of juice out of nowhere, along with a teacup. The cap unscrewed itself, and the juice poured neatly into the cup.
Lilith took a graceful sip, savoring it as though it were some exquisite brew—even though Ye Chuan knew it was just artificially flavored junk.
Pure chemicals and additives.
"Your soul’s damaged," Lilith remarked abruptly.
"My soul?" Ye Chuan frowned. "That can’t be. I don’t feel anything."
"You’ve lost some of your core essence," Lilith said flatly. "But it’s nothing serious. It’ll recover with rest."
Was it because he’d died on the Tianxuan Continent?
Still, hearing that it would heal on its own put Ye Chuan at ease. Seizing the chance, he steered the conversation toward the Aiser Continent. "Speaking of which, Lilith, as a witch in that world, what kind of existence were you?"
"Witches are beings that bring fear," Lilith said. "Everyone is afraid of us, even other witches."
"Oh? I think you're quite cute, though a bit full of yourself sometimes."
"Hah?" Lilith narrowed her eyes, but soon went back to sipping her juice. "Well, this is the first time someone has called me that. It's... amusing, I suppose."
"But let me warn you—the years I've lived are far beyond what this frail appearance suggests. If you think of me as just some little girl, you'd better rein in those thoughts." Lilith cast a faint glance at Ye Chuan.
"Not at all. I actually respect you quite a bit, considering how much you've helped me."
Respect?
Lilith's slender brows twitched involuntarily as she watched Ye Chuan sprawled lazily on her bed. If she weren't powerless against him, she would’ve summoned her whip and lashed out already.
What kind of respect was this?
Lilith kept drinking her juice, seemingly unwilling to dwell on the matter. A few seconds later, she sensed something and looked down—only to find Ye Chuan playing with her twin tails.
"What are you doing?!"
"Nothing, just curious."
"And where's this so-called respect of yours?!" Lilith glared at him.
"Can't resisting the urge to touch something adorable be considered a form of respect?" Ye Chuan said.
"......" Lilith seemed to be getting genuinely angry now. Her aura surged, and even her twin tails floated upward.
"I just think you're cute. Is that so wrong?" Ye Chuan shrugged.
"I am NOT cute!" Lilith's cheeks flushed red.
"You are. Seriously cute. Super, super cute." Ye Chuan sat up, speaking earnestly.
"You—you!" Lilith floated backward, then turned into a streak of light and retreated into the jade pendant, as if fleeing from something.
Watching Lilith disappear into the pendant, Ye Chuan finally lay back down.
Ah, peace at last.
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u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
