"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~"
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
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.”
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?"
