Seeing Shen Mengli trying to wriggle out of his embrace, Ye Feng had no intention of letting her escape. He tightened his grip around her waist and lifted her up effortlessly.
"Hmph, as the saying goes, 'One won’t shed tears until they see their own coffin.' Mengli, your behavior is the perfect example of that."
"Mm..."
Realizing Ye Feng might be serious, Shen Mengli’s mischievous demeanor instantly softened. Within moments, she obediently wrapped her arms around his neck, wearing an expression of resigned determination before firmly shutting her eyes.
"I know you’re just trying to scare me, Xiao Feng! I won’t fall for it!"
"Oh? Seems like you still haven’t grasped the situation, Mengli."
Ye Feng let out a sinister chuckle as he carried her toward the wooden cabin, then unceremoniously tossed her onto the bed under her startled gaze.
As Ye Feng sat at the edge of the bed, staring intently at her, the teasing words Shen Mengli had been about to say died on her lips.
Because she faintly glimpsed it—the barely concealed desire burning in his eyes.
And she knew exactly where that desire stemmed from.
If Ye Feng were likened to a seed yet to sprout, under ordinary circumstances, he would have grown steadily, eventually becoming a towering tree.
That should have been his natural path. But along the way, unscrupulous forces had sought to accelerate his growth, eager to pluck his fruits at their leisure. They had corroded and polished his body through various means, and as they wished, Ye Feng had indeed grown into a tree. Yet at its roots, toxins had seeped deep...
Still, she had to thank those so-called toxins. Without their efforts, how could she have obtained the very tree she had always longed for?
"Xiao... Xiao Feng..."
Breathing heavily, Shen Mengli reached out and pulled Ye Feng close, her earlier pretense crumbling in an instant. Her delicate fingers traced lightly over his chest.
"Don’t think I don’t know what you’re scheming, Mengli. You’re trying to make me back down, aren’t you? But this time, I won’t let you have your way."
With that, Ye Feng seized her wrist and pinned her firmly against the bed, fully expecting her to yield and admit defeat. But before he could react, a pair of soft lips pressed against his.
"Mwah~ ♡"
Huh?!
His mind blanked as the sensation of her lips silenced him, leaving him momentarily stunned.
"Meng... Mengli?"
As Ye Feng tried to speak, Shen Mengli—somehow summoning unexpected strength—pushed him down, reversing their positions in an instant.
"Xiao~ Feng~"
Perched atop him, she gazed down with an entirely different look in her eyes, the earlier confusion now replaced with unmistakable allure.
"Mengli, you... you..."
A foreboding sense of unease prickled at Ye Feng’s heart, as if he’d stumbled into some strange, inescapable trap.
"You walked right into this yourself, Xiao Feng. Today, I won’t let you escape."
"N-no! Mengli, wait! I was just teasing you earlier—don’t take it seriously!"
Too late, Ye Feng realized the gravity of the situation. Just as he braced himself to forcefully push her away, her lips captured his again.
It was clear now—this had been Shen Mengli’s carefully laid trap all along.
"Mmph... Mmengli... slurp..."
"Mwah mwah~"
"Pant... Hah~ ♡"
As her scent filled his senses, Ye Feng’s resolve crumbled bit by bit. But most dangerous of all were her mesmerizing crimson eyes, bewitching him like a spell, drawing him helplessly closer.
"Haah... hah..."
Shen Mengli finally released his lips, her plan a resounding success. Yet her stamina couldn’t match his, forcing her to pause and catch her breath before continuing.
Noticing the dazed haze in Ye Feng’s eyes beginning to clear, she leaned in again—but this time, her target wasn’t his lips.
Today would be the most important day of her life. She would claim Ye Feng, and in turn, let him claim her. Everything she’d done had been for this very purpose.
"Mengli... I-I’m sorry, okay? Can we slow down? My heart feels... strange."
"Strange is good. That’s exactly the reaction I wanted."
Entranced, Shen Mengli caressed his cheek while her hands slid to the hem of his shirt, her gaze never leaving his.
"Xiao Feng."
"Y-yes?"
"I... I want to give you something."
"What is it?"
"I want to give you a happy life~"
With that, she nestled against his chest, murmuring softly as her fingers traced his jawline.
"Leave the rest to me, okay?"
"Mengli, what do you—mmph!"
Before he could finish, Ye Feng was captured once more—but this time, in a way he’d never experienced before.
......
"Young Mistress, are you alright?"
Su Yuxin’s bodyguard rushed forward as she suddenly clutched her chest, her steps faltering.
"I... I’m fine. It’s just—my heart suddenly ached for no reason."
Shaking her head, Su Yuxin tried to refocus on her search for Ye Feng’s whereabouts.
Yet inexplicably, her heart had clenched as if something were suffocating it. Distracted, she misstepped and slipped.
"Thud!"
She tumbled to the ground, but before her bodyguard could help her up, Su Yuxin scrambled to her feet—clutching something in her hand.
It appeared to be...
A bloodstained coat!
Most glaring was the small, gunshot-like hole near the chest area, the darkened bloodstains indicating it had been here for a while.
Ignoring the mud staining her shoes, Su Yuxin immediately dialed Li Mucheng’s number. She knew—this coat was a crucial clue to Ye Feng’s disappearance after his fall from the cliff. The truth was finally within reach.
The call connected swiftly, and Li Mucheng’s voice came through.
"Yuxin? What’s wrong?"
"Mucheng... I think I’ve found Ye Feng."
uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
his freshman year, Su Bai accidentally bound the "Indulgence Tycoon System." 【Sleeping in? Reward: +$1,000】 【Spent $288 at a street barbecue stall? Cashback: +$2,880】 【Dropped $14,396 on in-game skins? Special reward unlocked: A brand-new Porsche Panamera!】 Luxury cars, penthouses, corporate shares, financial empires… College life was all about living freely and doing whatever he pleased! … When the adorably naive academic genius faced family medical bills and financial struggles, Su Bai waved his hand dismissively: "Your future is on me." "Wuwu~ Big Brother is so good to me! I’ll become a scientist to repay you!" When the genius girl got bullied by a shady professor? Su Bai casually dropped a billion-dollar investment, forcing the university to grovel and beg for her return. A company’s funding chain collapsing? Su Bai smirked—cash was the one thing he’d never run out of. Years later, when people traced the rise of the AI prodigy beauty, who was the man behind her success? Not just that—Su Bai also became the tsundere campus belle’s unattainable dream, the contrast senior’s daily necessity, and the beautiful counselor’s emotional anchor…
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?!
to panic—he has a system. As long as an investment target dies, he can claim a reward. And since he is immortal, the one thing he has plenty of is time. ... Countless years later. “Immortal Emperor of Longevity? I invested in him.” “Supreme Celestial Venerable? I invested in him.” “Undying Empress? I invested in her.” “...” “Heh. Once they’ve all died, even the Heavenly Dao will have to kneel and call me Dad.”
