The air in the suite's living room seemed to have frozen.
Pei Ningxue stood with her arms crossed over her chest, watching Chen Zhi with a relaxed demeanor. Her beautiful eyes sparkled with the amusement of someone watching a good show.
"Why aren't you moving?" she arched an eyebrow. "Weren't you speaking so touchingly just now? Taking a step and bowing, crawling up ninety-nine steps until your knees were bruised. Roll up your pants and let me see. If they really are bruised, I'll do whatever you want tonight."
Chen Zhi's scalp went numb.
This woman really didn't play by the rules! Shouldn't a normal girl be moved to tears hearing something like that, and then throw herself directly into his arms, sobbing?
Instead, she wanted an on-the-spot injury inspection!
The area in front of the Changchun Temple's main hall was flat enough to race horses on; where was he supposed to find ninety-nine steps? His knees right now were cleaner than his face. If he rolled up his pant legs, the deeply affectionate persona he had worked so hard to build up would instantly explode on the spot.
"What? Reluctant to show me?" Seeing him hesitate, the smile on Pei Ningxue's lips deepened, and she even leaned in a bit closer. "Or is it that our great Boss Chen is running his mouth and lying to me again?"
Chen Zhi's brain spun rapidly.
Confess and ask for leniency? That was courting death.
Keep making things up? He couldn't cover up this lie anymore.
Since the gentle approach wouldn't work, he had to resort to force. Dealing with an All-Talk Champion like Pei Ningxue, who had high attack but low defense, the best method was to be even more shameless than her.
Chen Zhi sighed, putting on an extremely helpless expression.
"Fine, since you insist on seeing, I'll show you."
After saying that, he stood straight up and placed his hands on his belt buckle.
With a crisp click, the belt was undone.
Pei Ningxue froze, the smile on her face stiffening instantly. "What... what are you doing?"
"Rolling up my pant legs is too much trouble, and you wouldn't get a full view anyway." Chen Zhi didn't change his expression. His hands were already on his waistband, acting as if he was about to pull his pants down. "Didn't you want to inspect my injuries? I might as well just strip and show you. You can inspect my whole body however you want."
"Chen Zhi, you hooligan!"
Pei Ningxue never expected him to pull a stunt like this. She let out a startled cry, instinctively reaching up to cover her eyes and shrinking back into the corner of the sofa.
Now was the time!
Chen Zhi didn't take off his pants at all. Instead, taking advantage of the moment she covered her eyes, he lunged forward.
He rested his hands on the back of the sofa, trapping Pei Ningxue in his arms, and lowered his head to kiss her directly.
Pei Ningxue's vision went dark, followed by a warm sensation on her lips. She let out a muffled whimper and tried to push against Chen Zhi's chest, but her meager strength was completely negligible in front of him.
Chen Zhi's kiss was domineering and unreasonable, carrying an undeniable aggressiveness that instantly shattered the psychological defenses Pei Ningxue had worked so hard to build.
She had originally been fixated on the issue with his knees, but now her brain had turned to mush.
Chen Zhi understood her too well.
On the surface, this woman looked like a battle-hardened seductress, constantly hanging wild and suggestive remarks on her lips. In reality, he was the one who had even taught her her first kiss. As soon as things got real, she was more cowardly than anyone else.
An unknown amount of time passed before Chen Zhi finally let her go.
Pei Ningxue leaned against the sofa cushions, gasping for breath. Her originally fair cheeks were now so red they looked like they could drip blood, and a layer of mist covered those eyes that usually carried a hint of provocation.
"You... you scoundrel!" She bit her lower lip and glared fiercely at Chen Zhi, but no matter how you looked at it, her gaze seemed more like she was acting spoiled.
"How am I a scoundrel?" Chen Zhi took the opportunity to sit beside her and pulled her into his arms. "Weren't you the one who wanted to inspect my injuries? I am a man who values honesty the most. Since you wanted an inspection, it had to be thorough."
"Get lost!" Pei Ningxue irritably pinched him on the waist. "Don't think I don't know you're changing the subject. Your knees aren't hurt at all, right? Where would Changchun Temple get ninety-nine steps from!"
Although she was still exposing his lie verbally, her tone had already softened, completely lacking the aggressive posture from before.
Chen Zhi rested his chin on her shoulder, smelling the fragrance in her hair, and chuckled softly.
"There are no steps, but my sincerity in praying for the red string was real." He picked up Pei Ningxue's left hand, which wore the red string, and kissed it. "This thing was genuinely blessed by an old Daoist priest. I spent a hundred and thirty on it."
"A hundred and thirty?" Pei Ningxue laughed out of anger, reaching back to pinch Chen Zhi's cheek and pull it outward. "You, a great boss worth tens of billions, are using a hundred-and-thirty-yuan street stall item to fool me? And you actually have the nerve to say it out loud!"
"How is this fooling you? This is called sincerity making it effective," Chen Zhi retorted indistinctly. "Besides, wearing a watch worth millions and a bracelet worth millions on your wrist, that's called tacky. Wearing this kind of hundred-and-thirty-yuan red string, that's called returning to natural simplicity, understand?"
Pei Ningxue was amused by his twisted logic.
She leaned against Chen Zhi's chest, her fingers gently stroking the red string on her wrist, and suddenly grew quiet.
The only sound left in the living room was the faint humming of the air conditioner vent.
"Chen Zhi," Pei Ningxue suddenly spoke up, her voice very soft.
"Hmm?"
"After the New Year, Deep Space Tech's financing will be completely finalized, along with the site selection and construction of the supercomputing center. There will be a lot of things to do." Pei Ningxue shifted into a more comfortable position, her tone turning serious. "I have to return to the capital on the fifth day of the New Year to coordinate the tax and legal procedures with the people from Jingtou."
At the mention of work, Chen Zhi also put away his joking mood.
"You don't have to push yourself so hard. The New Year holidays won't even be over by the fifth," Chen Zhi frowned. "The company's accounts currently have billions of dollars sitting in them. Those investors are more anxious than we are. Just let them run the paperwork first."
"No, I am the CFO. If I don't keep an eye on it, I won't feel at ease." Pei Ningxue looked up at him. "You look shrewd normally, but you don't care at all about these tedious administrative procedures. If I don't act as the gatekeeper, Deep Space Tech will sooner or later be swallowed whole by those Wall Street capitalists."
Looking at her serious side profile, a complex and indescribable emotion suddenly surged in Chen Zhi's heart.
Pei Ningxue was a true wealthy heiress, pampered since childhood, someone who had never done a day of manual labor. But ever since she took over Deep Space Tech's finances and administration, she had poured almost all her energy into it.
Staying up late to read financial statements, dealing with those sly old fox investors, and even daring to challenge the old foxes from Sequoia and BlackRock just to help him maintain control of the company.
What was she doing it for?
Her own family had tens of billions in assets waiting for her to inherit.
"You've worked hard." Chen Zhi tightened his arms, holding her a bit closer.
Pei Ningxue scoffed. "As long as you know I've worked hard. In the future, spend less time accompanying that singer playing ring toss, and make more time to accompany me."
She paused, then added another sentence: "And that law student, you'd better stay away from her too. Don't think I don't know what you went out to do this afternoon. I could smell that perfume on you from three meters away."
Chen Zhi's heart pounded wildly, but on the surface, he remained as steady as an old dog.
"What perfume smell? That's the incense smell from Changchun Temple." Chen Zhi denied it to the death.
Pei Ningxue couldn't be bothered to call his bluff. She simply traced circles on his chest with her finger. "Suit yourself. I've told you before anyway, I don't care how many women you have, as long as the most important place in your heart belongs to me. And..."
She looked up, staring at Chen Zhi with sparkling eyes. "Your first child must be mine."
Chen Zhi felt a massive headache coming on.
Why was this woman so obsessed with having a baby?
"You're only a college freshman, for God's sake. You haven't even reached the legal age for marriage, what are you doing talking about having kids?" Chen Zhi quickly deflected. "Besides, Deep Space Tech is at a critical juncture right now. Moss's next-generation model is still in training. I don't have time for this."
"I don't care. You promised me," Pei Ningxue persisted stubbornly.
The two cuddled affectionately on the sofa for a while longer before Chen Zhi checked the time. It was already pushing three in the morning.
"Alright, let's get some rest." Chen Zhi yawned, scooped Pei Ningxue up in his arms, and headed toward the bedroom.
That night, Chen Zhi still managed to hold his boundaries.
It wasn't that he was some Liu Xiahui. He just knew very well that once he crossed that final line with Pei Ningxue, this woman would absolutely take a mile. Tomorrow she would be dragging him to meet Pei Dongcheng, and the day after she would be broadcasting the news of her pregnancy to the entire world.
When that happened, his three-timing aircraft carrier of a love life would truly capsize.

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."

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.”

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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.