"Strange... why do I keep feeling chills down my spine?"
During his midday break, Ye Feng stepped onto the balcony to gaze into the distance when a sudden cold sensation crept up his back. He quickly turned around, only to find nothing out of the ordinary—except for Xie Yuyan lying on the sofa with her eyes closed, taking a light nap.
Could it be that the recent events had made him overly sensitive? With a complicated mood, Ye Feng eventually turned back, though an inexplicable tension lingered in his chest, as if he were anticipating something ominous.
"Sigh..."
After pondering for a while, Ye Feng still couldn’t pinpoint the reason. He slowly made his way back to the living room. Just as he was about to fetch his phone from his room to check on Shen Mengli, he suddenly realized that Xie Yuyan, who had been resting on the sofa moments ago, had vanished without a trace.
"Xie... Xie Yuyan?"
How could she disappear in the blink of an eye? For a second, Ye Feng wondered if he had imagined her presence. But then he remembered—after the incident at the Dark Pavilion, Xie Yuyan’s abilities had grown exponentially. Just as he was lost in thought, a faint cold breeze brushed against the back of his neck.
"Xie Yuyan, stop messing around. Didn’t I tell you to make noise when you walk? You’re going to scare me to death one of these days."
"I’d never do that..."
Sure enough, Xie Yuyan’s soft murmur reached his ears, followed by her arms wrapping tightly around his waist from behind.
"I could never bear to. I just... had a bad dream."
"Oh? A nightmare?"
"Mhm."
Seeing that Ye Feng didn’t resist her embrace, Xie Yuyan grew bolder, resting her chin on his shoulder. The unease from her nightmare gradually faded as she held him.
"I dreamed that one day, you disappeared... and no matter how hard I searched, I couldn’t find any trace that you ever existed."
"That’s impossible. Xie Yuyan, you’re overthinking things. Use your head—how could something like that happen?"
Ye Feng tried to pull away, noticing how her grip was tightening to an almost unbearable degree.
"No! Don’t go... just let me hold you for a little longer, okay? Just a little while..."
Xie Yuyan clung to him desperately, as if confirming his presence. But Ye Feng, unaware of the deeper meaning behind her actions, found himself struggling.
Under her relentless pressure, even Ye Feng’s strong willpower eventually crumbled. He broke free from her grasp and turned to explain himself, only to find Xie Yuyan averting her gaze, her cheeks flushed. She occasionally stole glances at him before quickly looking away again.
"Xie Yuyan? You..."
Ye Feng was about to ask what was wrong when he suddenly froze, realization dawning on him. He swallowed hard and followed the direction of her earlier gaze...
"Ye... Ye Feng..."
"I’m sorry!"
Before Xie Yuyan could say another word, Ye Feng bolted toward the bedroom, the tips of his ears burning red.
Watching him flee in embarrassment, Xie Yuyan blinked rapidly. This was the first time she had seen Ye Feng so flustered, and a secret thrill bubbled inside her. She was the reason for his reaction, after all. A strange mix of victory and something deeper stirred in her chest.
"Hmph~ Really, Ye Feng, you’re the one who made me the victim here... Since you started this little game, maybe I should play along and ease the awkwardness~"
She lightly bit her lower lip, her gaze growing distant as she absentmindedly brought a hand to her lips. Then, her eyes drifted toward the bedroom...
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"What kind of person is she?"
Li Mucheng sat elegantly in a café, lifting her cappuccino for a delicate sip while keeping her eyes fixed on the nervous Shen Mengli across from her.
Shen Mengli, seated in a wheelchair, carefully cradled her coffee cup and attempted to mimic Li Mucheng’s poised manner. But the moment the bitter liquid touched her tongue, she winced and quickly set the cup down, her face twisting in discomfort.
"......"
Li Mucheng observed her with detached amusement. With each clumsy move, her wariness toward Shen Mengli faded, replaced by mild disdain. In her eyes, Shen Mengli was nothing more than a naive woman clutching at straws to change her fate—a pretty but useless vase. She had no interest in such a weak opponent; their "collaboration" was merely a means to extract information.
"I-I’m sorry... This is my first time in a place like this. I didn’t expect coffee to smell so rich but taste so bitter."
"Miss Shen, let’s not waste time discussing trivial matters, shall we? I have no interest in you. Let’s stick to the subject—our teacher."
"O-Of course. My apologies."
Li Mucheng glanced at the timid woman and, for some reason, added, "If... if the coffee is too bitter, you can add some sugar cubes from the box on the table. I was the one who suggested coming here. You don’t need to apologize to me."
"......"
An awkward silence followed. Unable to bear Shen Mengli’s piercing gaze, Li Mucheng cleared her throat.
"Let’s get to the point. How much do you know about Xie Yuyan?"
"Well..."
Shen Mengli leisurely dropped two sugar cubes into her coffee and stirred slowly.
"Xie Yuyan... is a remarkable woman."
"In what way? Influence? Or perhaps—"
"Combat."
"Combat? You mean she’s skilled in fighting?"
Li Mucheng raised an eyebrow, surprised by the unexpected descriptor.
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.
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
