“......”
Seeing Su Yuxin staring at him without saying a word, Ye Feng decided to break the silence first.
“Hello, Miss Su. Uh… I apologize, I’m not yet aware of your identity, and I’d like to apologize for my earlier presumptuous behavior.”
Hearing Ye Feng’s gentle tone, Su Yuxin’s expression softened slightly. She then spoke calmly, saying, “Follow me,” before turning and heading toward the elevator.
As they entered the elevator, Ye Feng, sensing the awkward atmosphere, tried to lighten the mood with a smile. “The last time I saw you, Miss Su, was also in an elevator. It seems like a strange kind of fate, doesn’t it?”
Su Yuxin’s body stiffened slightly at his words, but she still didn’t respond.
“Uh…”
Seeing that Su Yuxin wasn’t willing to engage, Ye Feng wondered what he might have done to upset her. Deciding it was best not to push further, he remained silent.
Why are these young ladies so unpredictable?
“Ding!”
As the elevator doors opened, Su Yuxin stepped out quickly, but as soon as she took her first step, her foot slipped, and she lost her balance, falling backward.
“Careful!”
Quick to react, Ye Feng caught her from behind, steadying her with a gentle push.
“Miss Su, you should be more careful. It wouldn’t be good if you fell here.”
“Hmph…”
Su Yuxin sniffled but continued walking toward her small room. This room was provided by Su Wanli for Su Yuxin to use as a personal rest area whenever she needed a break.
“Come in.”
Su Yuxin opened the door and gestured for Ye Feng to enter. Though her tone was cold, Ye Feng hesitated for a moment before reminding himself that Su Yuxin was just a young girl, no different from Li Mucheng. What harm could there be? Nodding, he stepped inside.
The moment Ye Feng entered, Su Yuxin closed the door behind him.
“…”
“Miss Su, maybe it’s better to leave the door open? Just in case someone starts gossiping.”
“It’s fine. No one will know.”
“That sounds… a bit off.”
“Ye Feng, sit down. I have a few questions for you.”
Su Yuxin sat on a chair, motioning for Ye Feng to sit across from her. Her gaze held a mix of resentment and confusion.
Why does it have to be you… big brother…
“Go ahead, Miss Su.”
“Are you Li Mucheng’s private tutor?”
“Yes, I am.”
Of course…
Su Yuxin had hoped Ye Feng would deny it, but deep down, she knew it was just wishful thinking.
“Why did you choose to tutor Li Mucheng specifically?”
“For a living. I was just trying my luck, and I ended up getting the job.”
“Then… what do you think of Li Mucheng?”
Su Yuxin suddenly changed the topic, and as soon as the words left her mouth, she realized her mistake.
What am I doing? Why am I asking him about Mucheng? I’m supposed to convince him to leave her so Mucheng and I can make up…
“Miss Li… she’s great, though her personality can be a bit unpredictable at times.”
“Ye Feng!”
Suddenly, Su Yuxin called out to him, slamming her hands on the table and standing up.
“You… you… leave Mu… Mu…”
“Miss Su?”
Seeing Su Yuxin stammering and struggling to get the words out, Ye Feng looked at her curiously.
“What do you usually teach Mucheng?”
In the end, Su Yuxin couldn’t bring herself to say what she wanted. For some reason, whenever she looked at Ye Feng, thoughts of Li Mucheng were slowly replaced by him, and her desire to reconcile with Li Mucheng began to fade.
“Oh, I teach her a bit of everything, depending on what she’s interested in. Though Miss Li can be sharp-tongued, she’s actually very kind-hearted.”
They’ve already grown so close? But I was the one who came first…
Su Yuxin clenched her fists, biting her lip in frustration. Her best friend had been spending time with the person she liked without telling her, and it felt like a heavy blow.
So, Mucheng, the reason you’ve been avoiding me is because of Ye Feng… You didn’t even bother to tell me about this. I’m really upset.
Su Yuxin suddenly remembered the time she saw Ye Feng at the hospital when she went to visit Li Mucheng. It couldn’t have been a coincidence—he must have been there with her. Despite all the time she’d spent with Li Mucheng, she couldn’t compare to Ye Feng, who had just appeared out of nowhere.
This realization was incredibly painful for her.
“Ye Feng… Mucheng is very beautiful, isn’t she?”
“Yes, Miss Li is very beautiful.”
“Of course… Everyone likes Mucheng. She’s so much prettier than me…”
The light in Su Yuxin’s eyes dimmed as she heard Ye Feng’s words. Her sweet, innocent demeanor shifted into something darker, like a broken doll revealing its true nature.
“But I prefer you, Miss Su.”
Ye Feng said with a smile, completely unaware of the subtle change in Su Yuxin’s expression.
“Oh! I mean, your personality…”
“R-really?!”
Before Ye Feng could correct himself, Su Yuxin interrupted him, her eyes shining with excitement.
He… he said he likes me! He likes me! Even Mucheng, who’s spent so much time with him, hasn’t heard that from him!
Su Yuxin’s heart raced as she interpreted Ye Feng’s words as a confession. She covered her mouth, feeling a mix of shyness and joy.
Mucheng, do you see this? This is your karma, the consequences of your actions. If you had just been honest with me, maybe I would’ve understood. But now, don’t blame me for what happens next~
Without warning, Su Yuxin took small steps toward Ye Feng, grabbing one of his hands and holding it in hers. Feeling the warmth of his palm, Su Yuxin felt like a boiling kettle, her entire body radiating heat.
Ye Feng… big brother… It’s just like the fairy tales. You’re the prince fate has chosen for me. Mucheng doesn’t deserve you—only I do~
Su Yuxin had already pushed aside the shattered friendship between her and Li Mucheng. No one could have imagined that two close friends would end up like this, but this was just the tip of the iceberg. The moment Su Yuxin decided to choose Ye Feng, she and Li Mucheng had become enemies…
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.”
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
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?!
