"It's not like that! Xie Yuyan, please just listen to me first, okay?"
Ye Feng could sense that Xie Yuyan was like a powder keg at this moment, ready to explode at the slightest spark. If he couldn’t calm her down, she wouldn’t hear a word he said.
"What is there to say? From the very beginning, Ye Feng, you never went home! You must have already made plans with Li Mucheng, right?"
Xie Yuyan’s eyes were lifeless, like stagnant water. When she saw that Ye Feng’s location on her phone had been stuck outside the apartment, she immediately sensed something was wrong. After tracking him down, she indeed found him with Li Mucheng. This betrayal filled her with rage, and she even felt the urge to destroy everything. If Ye Feng hadn’t left alone, she might have completely lost control.
"No! Li Mucheng came to apologize to me today. For some reason, she suddenly fainted, so I was delayed for a while."
Ye Feng recounted everything that had happened to him that day, holding nothing back.
"Yuyan, if you don’t believe me, I can take you to the clinic right now to confirm with the doctor!"
"...Is that really the case?"
Seeing Ye Feng’s unwavering confidence, Xie Yuyan gradually realized she might have misjudged him. For some reason, whenever she was with Ye Feng, her sensitivity became even more intense than usual. She feared that he would disappear from her side when she wasn’t paying attention or that someone else would snatch him away. Over and over, this cycle made her develop an obsessive desire—her mind had already conjured up the idea of tying Ye Feng firmly to her side, believing only then could she truly protect him.
"Yuyan, do you really think I’d lie to you? Of course, I didn’t expect today’s events either, but something about it feels off to me."
Ye Feng couldn’t help but feel somewhat disappointed in Xie Yuyan. Whenever situations like this arose, her emotions always spiraled out of control, and the repeated occurrences left him exhausted.
At the same time, a question nagged at Ye Feng—how did Xie Yuyan know his exact location? From what she’d said earlier, it sounded like she had been tracking him. Could it be that she had been monitoring his every move?
"Ye Feng... I was too impulsive... I’m sorry..."
Realizing her mistake, Xie Yuyan quickly apologized. She didn’t want to let this tense situation escalate further. She could also hear the disappointment in Ye Feng’s voice, especially regarding trust.
"...Forget it. Let’s just go home first."
Ye Feng sighed, his expression tinged with weariness. His mind was a mess right now, and all he wanted was to return home and rest.
"Okay..."
Xie Yuyan nodded obediently and followed behind Ye Feng in silence.
......
"Young Mistress, we’ve arrived."
Ah Fu glanced at Li Mucheng through the rearview mirror. She was resting her chin on her hand, her gaze fixed outside the car window.
"Hm? Already?"
Li Mucheng pulled herself out of her reverie, recalling the pleasant memories in her mind, before stepping out of the car.
"Ah Fu."
"Young Mistress?"
"The manor’s renovations should be nearly finished, right?"
"Yes. Barring any unexpected delays, it should be completed within a month."
"A month... No, that’s too long."
Li Mucheng bit her lip lightly and shook her head before turning back to issue a command.
"It must be finished by next week."
"W-what?! Next week?!"
Ah Fu was stunned. Renovations were no simple task—completing such a massive estate in just a week was practically impossible.
"Young Mistress, that’s simply unachievable. We only have so many workers assigned to the project. Finishing in a week is impossible—"
"Then throw more money at it!"
Li Mucheng’s tone was unyielding, as if she had already made up her mind.
"If we’re short on manpower, hire more. If materials are lacking, buy them at any cost. No matter what it takes, the manor must be fully restored within a week!"
"T-this... I’ll need to consult the master first..."
"Father already said he would support me unconditionally. Ah Fu, if you waste any more time, you’ll bear the consequences alone."
"...Understood."
As an employee, Ah Fu knew better than to defy his employer. At worst, he’d receive a symbolic reprimand if things went wrong. Wiping the sweat from his brow, he drove the car into the parking lot.
"Honestly... How is the manor still not ready after all this time?!"
Li Mucheng stomped her foot in frustration. The reason she wanted to return to the manor so quickly wasn’t because of its luxurious environment—it was because that place held countless memories of her and Ye Feng. Only there could her heart find peace.
"Xie Yuyan..."
Li Mucheng murmured the name under her breath, plotting how she could expose Xie Yuyan’s hypocritical facade in front of Ye Feng. She knew Xie Yuyan had taken Ye Feng’s mask primarily to sever any lingering feelings between them. Now that she had regained Ye Feng’s forgiveness, her top priority was stabilizing their fragile relationship. The rest would have to wait.
She wondered what moves Su Yuxin and Shen Mengli would make next...
......
"Everything’s pretty much packed. We can call the movers tomorrow to transport everything."
Ye Feng patted the dust off his clothes, panting slightly. Though the small house seemed mostly furnished with rented items, packing everything up had taken far longer than expected. There were too many things to sort and box, and by the time he finished, night had already fallen.
"Ye Feng, dinner’s ready..."
A soft voice reached Ye Feng’s ears. Turning, he saw Xie Yuyan standing there in an apron, looking at him apologetically.
"...Thanks. You’ve worked hard."
Ye Feng took a deep breath, washed his hands at the kitchen sink, and then sat down at the dining table.
"Sorry, Yuyan. I lost my temper with you earlier. I hope you don’t take it to heart."
"Eh? N-no, it’s fine! If anything, I should be the one apologizing to you!"
Xie Yuyan, who had been brooding over her earlier misunderstanding, was caught off guard when Ye Feng apologized first.
"It was my lack of trust in you that caused today’s mess. I was the one who made the mistake! It’s all my fault!"
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?"
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
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.
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.”
