"Tomorrow, I should go and properly apologize to Li Mucheng. If I explain things well, I’m sure she’ll understand."
Ye Feng recalled how Li Mucheng’s personality had brightened under his guidance. Perhaps, with enough sincerity tomorrow, everything would resolve itself smoothly.
"It’s getting late. Time to sleep."
After steadying his emotions, Ye Feng stood up and turned off the bathroom light. As the sudden darkness enveloped him, he relied on his instincts and the faint visibility to make his way toward his bed.
Click.
After gently closing the door, Ye Feng noticed Shen Mengli’s blanket lay perfectly still, suggesting she was already asleep. Careful not to disturb her, he tiptoed to his bedside, sat down slowly, and then slipped under the covers.
"Huh?"
The moment he settled in, warmth from the sheets and blanket enveloped his entire body.
Strange... Why is the blanket so warm? Even after a hot shower, it shouldn’t heat up this fast...
Just as he shifted deeper into the bed, his body bumped into something—followed by a startled yelp from beneath the covers.
"Eek!"
"Wh—did the blanket just come to life?!"
Startled, Ye Feng quickly threw off the blanket and grabbed his phone from the nightstand. The dim screen light revealed the true identity of this "blanket spirit."
There, curled up under the covers, was Shen Mengli, blinking up at him with watery eyes. Her nose and cheeks were flushed pink, and as Ye Feng lifted the blanket, she took small, quick breaths of fresh air.
"Mengli?! What are you doing in my bed? What’s going on?"
Ye Feng hadn’t expected Shen Mengli to be hiding under his blanket. Any exhaustion from the day vanished instantly, replaced by sheer bewilderment.
"I... I..."
Shen Mengli clutched her hands to her chest, too embarrassed to meet his gaze. Her voice was barely a whisper.
"I was worried you’d catch a cold after your shower... so... I warmed the bed for you..."
"W-Warmed the bed?"
"Mhm... This is the only thing I can do for you, Xiao Feng."
"......"
Hearing her words, Ye Feng’s initial urge to scold her faded. He fell silent, watching as Shen Mengli lowered her head under the glow of his phone light. Quickly, he turned it off.
"Mengli, you..."
Ye Feng lowered the blanket and gently tucked it around her. Soon after, Shen Mengli peeked out from under the covers.
"I... I’m sorry, Xiao Feng. Did I scare you? I meant to tell you beforehand, but you took so long to come back... I must’ve dozed off..."
"Don’t apologize, Mengli. Don’t."
Sitting on the edge of the bed, Ye Feng looked at her with warmth swelling in his chest. He knew she was just trying to comfort him in her own small way.
"I see now."
"See what?"
"You really are like a little angel—so kind and gentle."
His voice softened, and for some reason, his eyes stung. Shen Mengli had no obligation to go this far for him. If anything, he was the one who owed her an apology. He’d grown so accustomed to her tenderness that he’d forgotten what it truly meant.
"Eh? A... a little angel?!"
Flustered by his words, Shen Mengli covered her face with her hands—but soon peeked through her fingers, not wanting to miss the sight of Ye Feng’s smile.
"Xiao Feng, I’m not as good as you say... I just... didn’t want you to feel so worn out."
Propping herself up, Shen Mengli gazed at Ye Feng with her captivating ruby eyes—eyes he could never tire of.
Without realizing it, she reached out, cupping his face in her hands before tilting her head with a sweet smile.
"I don’t care what happens to the world. As long as you stay by my side, that’s enough for me."
"Mengli..."
Their faces were now inches apart, and for a long moment, neither spoke, unwilling to break the serene atmosphere. Finally, Shen Mengli moved, pressing herself gently against Ye Feng’s chest. Listening to his racing heartbeat, her lips curled into a soft smile.
"Xiao Feng, can I ask for something selfish?"
"Selfish? Like what...?"
"I want... to take away your exhaustion."
"You mean... like a massage?"
"Well... not exactly..."
Her tone shifted as she lifted her head, meeting his gaze with newfound boldness. Their eyes locked, and Ye Feng suddenly sensed something amiss. Instinctively, he tried to pull back—but he was too late.
"Mengli, wait— Mmph—!"
Before he could react, Shen Mengli cradled his chin and pressed her lips to his.
......
The moment their lips touched, a jolt like electricity shot through Ye Feng’s body, leaving him frozen in place.
Shen Mengli, equally inexperienced in matters of love, relied purely on instinct, leaving them locked in an awkward standstill.
Ye Feng felt an inexplicable pull toward her, his mind blank and body paralyzed. Then, like a flash, the image of another beautiful figure crossed his thoughts. His vision cleared, and he abruptly broke away.
"Mengli..."
Seeing him retreat, a flustered Shen Mengli assumed he was just as overwhelmed as she was. She lowered her head and murmured, "Xiao Feng... that was my first kiss."
Silence lingered. When she finally looked up again, his expression was strange—almost regretful, as if he’d done something wrong.
"Xiao Feng?"
At her call, Ye Feng snapped out of his daze. The sight of her tender gaze filled him with indescribable turmoil.
"I... I’m sorry, Mengli. I..."
"......"
Reading the conflict in his eyes, Shen Mengli felt as though a dagger had pierced her heart. Still, she forced a smile.
"It’s okay, Xiao Feng. I just wanted to ease your burdens. Could you... come closer for a moment?"
But Ye Feng didn’t move. His heart only grew heavier.
What in the world is happening...?
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!
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."
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?!
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.
