"Meng Li, you..."
"That's enough, Xiao Feng~"
Shen Mengli knew Ye Feng still wanted to take her home, but no matter what, she couldn’t go back. It was better to stay here—this way, Ye Feng would inevitably feel guilty and keep part of his thoughts on her. Who knew? This might even become an opportunity in the future.
As she spoke, Shen Mengli gently lifted one of Ye Feng’s hands and placed it against her cheek, even nuzzling into his palm.
"Just let me stay here, okay? We can discuss everything after I’ve recovered my health."
"But I’m worried about you."
"The orphanage is very safe. I grew up here—don’t you trust it, Xiao Feng?"
Shen Mengli then spread her arms, blinking at Ye Feng with an expectant look. It was obvious she wanted to hug him before they parted.
"Alright... If that’s what you want, I understand."
Ye Feng nodded slightly. He knew nothing he said would change Shen Mengli’s mind. For now, he could only wait and see, ready to bring her home whenever she changed her mind.
With that thought, Ye Feng leaned forward, and Shen Mengli immediately threw herself into his arms, closing her eyes to savor their time together.
"Xiao Feng... I’ll wait for you... No matter how long, I’ll wait."
"Meng Li?"
"Hehe~"
Shen Mengli smiled softly, gradually loosening her embrace before making the teddy bear in her arms wave at Ye Feng.
"Go home now, Xiao Feng. Just come visit me when you have time~"
"Okay... But if you change your mind, remember to ask the director to call me, alright?"
"I know~"
Ye Feng slowly withdrew his worried gaze, finally closing his eyes and turning to leave.
Watching his retreating figure, the smile on Shen Mengli’s face faded, replaced by calmness—until Ye Feng disappeared from her sight entirely.
"Xiao Feng... I... like you..."
......
"Director, hello."
Just as Ye Feng and the director reached the orphanage’s main gate, Ye Feng suddenly stopped and turned to face the surprised director.
"Mr. Ye Feng, what’s the matter? Don’t worry—now that Meng Li has legal documents, there’s no problem with her staying here."
"No, Director, that’s not what I wanted to say. I’d like to ask you a favor."
Hearing Ye Feng’s request, the director agreed without hesitation.
"Mr. Ye Feng, you’re a great benefactor to everyone here. Just tell me what you need. Even if it’s ten favors, I’d say yes!"
"You’re too kind. What I’d like is for you to report to me daily about Meng Li’s activities. I came today intending to take her home, but she’s so resistant that I can’t force her. She told me she’d return once she’s healthy, but I’m still worried. Since I can’t come here every day, could you keep me updated on her condition?"
"So that’s your request."
The director smiled and nodded.
"I understand. I’ll report Meng Li’s daily condition to you honestly. Perhaps something has affected her mood, leading her to refuse you. But please don’t be upset with her."
"Of course I wouldn’t be. Meng Li is a very, very good girl."
"Meng Li..."
After leaving the orphanage, Ye Feng turned back to gaze at Hope Orphanage for a moment before finally walking away. The main reason he’d come today was that he hadn’t seen Shen Mengli in too long. For some reason, those crimson eyes of hers had left a deep mark on his heart. So, on his way home, after giving Xie Yuyan a brief explanation, he’d headed straight to the orphanage. And as if confirming his instincts, he’d arrived just in time to catch Shen Mengli before she collapsed.
"Sigh... Time to go home."
......
"Hope Orphanage..."
Meanwhile, Xie Yuyan, sitting at home, murmured as she stared at the location displayed on her phone—Ye Feng’s current whereabouts. She’d thought that after dealing with Su Yuxin’s matters, she and Ye Feng could return home and spend the whole day together. But just as they were about to reach their apartment, Ye Feng had suddenly stopped, saying he needed to check on Shen Mengli’s health before leaving her behind.
Xie Yuyan knew Ye Feng was acting out of concern for Shen Mengli. Though she’d told him to be careful on the road, her fingernails had dug deep into her palms. Once Ye Feng was gone, her body had felt drained, as if all her energy had been sucked away, and she’d stumbled into the apartment in a daze.
As much as she wanted to follow him, she didn’t dare act recklessly. If Ye Feng found out, it would create an irreparable rift between them. So, for now, she could only track him through the GPS she’d installed on his phone.
"Shen Mengli... Why can’t you just behave? There’s no place for you here anymore—why won’t you give up? It seems I’ll have to warn you, just like I did with Li Mucheng."
With that, Xie Yuyan set her phone aside, stretched her arms with a satisfied sigh, and got up from the couch to head to the kitchen. Tying an apron around her waist, she pursed her lips and muttered under her breath.
"Seems like my dear has too much energy. Maybe if I tire him out every day, he won’t run around so much?"
......
"I’ll be busy lately—moving, keeping an eye on Meng Li’s health, preparing lessons for Su Yuxin next week, and then there’s Li Mucheng..."
Ye Feng muttered to himself in the hallway, organizing his thoughts. But when he mentioned Li Mucheng, he abruptly stopped. The memory of what had happened in that dimly lit room sent a chill down his spine.
He vaguely recalled a character from a novel he’d read in his past life—one whose personality matched Li Mucheng’s perfectly. At the time, he hadn’t liked the idea of such obsessive love, so he’d dropped the novel after a few chapters. But now, looking back, Li Mucheng truly seemed to fit that description. What was it called again...? Yandere?!

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!

ose... to cooperate with the protagonist! Shen Yuan: I have a system! Protagonist: What? System: Holy crap, you're just spilling it out like that? Shen Yuan: Let's team up, we'll split the system rewards! Protagonist: Fifty-fifty split? Shen Yuan: No way! Protagonist: What!? I'm the one getting beaten up, and I don't get half? Shen Yuan: Forty-sixty split, I get forty, you get sixty! Protagonist: Deal! Big brother, come on, hit me! As long as it doesn't kill me, beat me like you mean it! Shen Yuan: Don't worry... I will definitely protect all of you! No one but me can lay a finger on you! Guard our Heaven's Chosen Ones! I'm the only one allowed to bully them!

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?"

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.”