“Wh-what’s wrong?”
Seeing the strange smile on Su Yuxin’s face, Ye Feng immediately sensed that something was off.
“I... I want you to put this ring on my finger, Ye Feng. Would you do that for me?”
Su Yuxin’s cheeks flushed as she looked at him expectantly.
“Oh, that? Sure, no problem. But why don’t you just put it on yourself?”
“It’s not the same! The meaning behind it is different!”
Su Yuxin pouted.
“Since this ring is a gift from you, Ye Feng, you should be the one to put it on me. That’s what makes it complete.”
“Hmm... alright then. Hand it over, Yuxin.”
“Here~”
Thrilled that Ye Feng had agreed, Su Yuxin eagerly passed him the ring, then stretched out her delicate hand toward him.
“Then I’ll trouble you, Ye Feng.”
“Mhm...”
Ye Feng gently held Su Yuxin’s hand with one hand while carefully sliding the ring onto her finger with the other. Only after ensuring it wouldn’t slip off did he let go.
“All done. How does it feel, Yuxin?”
“Perfect... absolutely perfect!”
Su Yuxin raised her hand, admiring the ring with a satisfied smile. To her, it wasn’t just a gift—it felt like a token of love from Ye Feng.
She turned her hand back and forth, unable to contain her delight, before reluctantly lowering it and clinging to Ye Feng’s arm.
“Ye Feng, thank you for the gift. I love it.”
“I’m glad you like it. Well, it’s getting late—I should take you home now.”
“What? You’re already trying to get rid of me? You really do hate me, don’t you?”
“Of course not. I’m just worried about your safety. It’s late, and your father would be concerned too.”
“Hmm... really?”
“Of course. I just want to make sure you get home safely.”
“Hehe...”
Su Yuxin grinned, her heart warmed by Ye Feng’s sincerity.
“Actually, Ye Feng, you don’t have to. My chauffeur should be here by now. You have to teach Li Mucheng tomorrow, right? I don’t want to take up too much of your time. I’m already so happy just spending today with you.”
“Yuxin...”
“Come on, Ye Feng, just walk me to the car, okay? I want to stay with you for this last bit.”
Ye Feng smiled softly and nodded. “Alright.”
With that, the two made their way toward the roadside.
......
“Young Miss, the Master has been waiting for you.”
After a short while, a black car pulled up in front of them. The driver, a man in a suit, stepped out and opened the door.
“Alright, Yuxin. You’ve had a long day—go home and rest, okay?”
Ye Feng held the car door open, gesturing for Su Yuxin to get in, but she remained still, as if waiting for something.
“Yuxin? Is there something else?”
Puzzled by her lingering gaze, Ye Feng tilted his head.
“Ye Feng... thank you.”
In an instant, Su Yuxin rose onto her tiptoes, wrapped her arms around his neck, and planted a soft kiss on his cheek before quickly slipping into the car without another word.
“......”
As the car roared away, Ye Feng touched his cheek, his emotions in turmoil.
Does this mean... she’s forgiven me?
“Ye Feng...”
Su Yuxin gazed at the ring on her finger, gently tracing it with her other hand. But despite everything, her heart felt heavy.
Because she had noticed something.
When Ye Feng had left the gift shop earlier, he hadn’t been carrying just one bag. From what she could tell, excluding hers, there had been three others. Were all those gifts for Li Mucheng... or was there someone else?
No... Today had been a breakthrough in their relationship. She couldn’t let anyone else get ahead of her. She needed to keep a close eye on Ye Feng’s every move—there had to be more clues.
“Haa...”
Ye Feng exhaled softly, then hailed a taxi, heading toward Hope Orphanage with the remaining gift bags in hand.
......
“Hmm~”
Li Mucheng hummed a cheerful tune in her room, her mood clearly bright. There was no doubt it was because Ye Feng would be coming over tomorrow.
“Ugh, this is so frustrating. To avoid raising suspicion, I can’t even use the herbs anymore. But just seeing him during lessons isn’t enough. And why does it feel like he’s slowly drifting further away?”
She set down the fox mask she’d been holding—one she had grown utterly obsessed with, just like everything else related to Ye Feng. Her mind wandered back to the time she’d played a prank on him while he slept, and she closed her eyes, lost in thought.
“He’s probably alone at home right now. Is he a shut-in? That’d be nice... If only I could move in with him. Then we could spend every day together~”
Beep beep.
Just as her imagination ran wild, her phone buzzed. She set the mask aside and lifted the phone to her ear.
“Young Miss, we’ve uncovered some information.”
Ah Fu’s voice came through, though it carried a hint of hesitation and unease.
“Oh? You’ve outdone yourself, Ah Fu. The others haven’t found a single lead in ages. Tell me—what did you learn about that dessert shop?”
“B-but, Young Miss... I think it’s better if we... drop this.”
Ah Fu’s stammering made it clear he’d rather not share what he’d discovered.
“Ah Fu, I want to know everything. And I suggest you think very carefully about your job before you decide to withhold anything.”
“F-forgive me, Young Miss! I’ll tell you everything!”
Ah Fu immediately caved, silently apologizing to Ye Feng in his heart.
Sorry, Ye Feng. It’s not that I don’t want to help you... I just don’t have a choice.
“After recent investigations, I found out that the shop has a VIP member they treat with special care.”
“Oh? Who is it?”
“Well... it’s someone you know, Young Miss.”
“Stop beating around the bush.”
“Yes! The member is... Young Miss Su...”
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?"
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
ine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】 【You rely on each other, becoming each other's support】 【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl's eyes fades】 …… 【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】 【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】 【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】 【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】 …… One simulation after another, one encounter after another. Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: "Wait, you said you're coming to the real world to find me?"
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.”
