"Then let’s try this one first!"
After much hesitation, Su Yuxin picked out a black suit, as suits were typically worn on important occasions—like, say, a future wedding. That was precisely why the first piece of clothing she chose for Ye Feng was a suit.
"A suit? I don’t usually wear this kind of thing," Ye Feng scratched his cheek, somewhat puzzled. But then it occurred to him that Su Yuxin had picked it out for him, and he didn’t want to dampen her enthusiasm, so he quickly backtracked.
"Yuxin, I’m not saying I dislike it! I just meant I already have a suit at home—it was one Mu Cheng forced on me back then..."
"No!!!"
Before Ye Feng could finish, Su Yuxin immediately cut him off with a loud shout. The outburst drew suspicious glances from nearby shoppers. Some even eyed Ye Feng judgmentally, whispering behind their hands.
"......"
Ye Feng shuddered at the scene. Realizing that if he didn’t intervene soon, he might end up with a visit from the authorities, he quickly raised a finger to his lips and whispered to Su Yuxin, "Yuxin, calm down. If you say no, then no. I’ll wear it, okay? I’ll wear it!"
"Wah..."
Su Yuxin pouted, her eyes glistening with tears as she spoke in a choked-up voice.
"R-really? Brother Ye Feng… You won’t lie to me, right?"
"Of course not! When have I ever gone back on my word? Today, I’m wearing this suit no matter what—even you can’t stop me! That’s final!"
Ye Feng grabbed the suit she’d picked out and held it up against himself.
"Hmm, Yuxin has great taste. I think this suits me perfectly."
"Right, right? You’ll look so handsome in this, Brother Ye Feng! In the future, our—"
Su Yuxin caught herself mid-sentence and clapped a hand over her mouth before hastily correcting,
"—our Brother Ye Feng will become a dashing young nobleman!"
"You little..."
Ye Feng chuckled and tapped her nose playfully before standing up.
"Alright, I’ll go try it on now. Wait for me here, okay?"
"Mhm!"
Just as Ye Feng turned to leave, Su Yuxin’s small hand grabbed his wrist again.
"Yuxin? What’s wrong?"
She stood on her tiptoes and whispered into his ear,
"Brother Ye Feng, I’m really sorry for earlier. I lost my temper. But the suit Mu Cheng gave you and the one I’m giving you… they mean totally different things! That’s why I got so worked up. Please don’t hate me, okay?"
"I get it. The meaning behind them isn’t the same, right?"
"Mm-hmm! Exactly!"
Relieved that he understood, Su Yuxin nodded eagerly—though there was one thought she kept to herself:
Mu Cheng’s suit was just for you to wear as her servant! Mine’s different! This suit is a symbol of our love!
"Got it."
Ye Feng patted her head before heading toward the fitting room, sending Su Yuxin’s anticipation soaring.
Hehe~ My prince charming… The day we’re together is getting closer and closer~
Once Ye Feng disappeared, an idea suddenly popped into Su Yuxin’s head. After a moment of contemplation, she turned and made her way to the casualwear section.
"Excuse me, miss? Could you recommend some men’s casual outfits for me?"
......
"Tsk—"
The moment Ye Feng stepped into the fitting room and saw the price tag, he nearly choked. Despite the suit’s comfortable fabric and unrecognizable (yet presumably high-end) logo, the price was downright staggering—tens of thousands.
Is this thing made of gold? Or is the logo gold-plated? How is it this expensive?!
For a split second, he considered asking Su Yuxin to pick something else. But remembering how adamant she’d been, he realized there was no escaping it.
Fine. I’ll just try it on. When it’s time to pay, I’ll grit my teeth and bear it. It’s rare to go shopping with Yuxin, and if I don’t keep her happy, tonight’s plan will be tough.
With that, he shrugged off his worries, hung his jacket on the hook, and began putting on the suit.
Rustle, rustle...
Once fully dressed, Ye Feng examined himself in the mirror. The suit instantly transformed his youthful appearance, lending him an air of maturity—almost like the young master of some wealthy family, just as Su Yuxin had said. But to him, it made no difference; he’d have been just as comfortable in a plain white tank top.
"This should do, right?"
After adjusting the collar, he turned the doorknob and stepped out.
......
The moment the door swung open, he felt resistance—followed by a startled "Oof!"
Crap. Did I just hit someone with the door?!
Alarmed, Ye Feng rushed out to check—though something about the voice sounded familiar.
"Sorry, I didn’t mean to open the door so—"
He froze mid-sentence. Standing outside, arms piled high with clothes, was none other than Su Yuxin.
"Yuxin?"
"Brother Ye Feng~"
"Why were you standing there...?"
"You were taking forever! I came to see if something happened!"
She pouted while shamelessly ogling him in the suit.
Mmm~ Perfect. As his future wife, I have to be the first to see how he looks in our wedding suit!
"Wow, Brother Ye Feng, it looks amazing on you! So much more handsome than before!"
"Uh… thanks. But I just saw the price—isn’t it a bit too...?"
"Too expensive? My daily allowance is way more than this, so don’t worry about it. Besides, I already paid for it upfront! All you have to do is take it home."
"Huh? You already paid?! But I can cover it myse—"
Before he could protest further, Su Yuxin cut him off again.
"Brother Ye Feng, where’s your gratitude? You should just accept it as a gift! Or else I’ll get mad, you know~"
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?!
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."
Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
