After explaining her plan, Xie Yuyan changed into the outfit Li Mucheng had helped her customize, while also clarifying her reasoning to the two of them.
"You have to understand, we’ll never know just how many hidden cards Ye Feng has up his sleeve. Acting recklessly would mean missing our chance. But since I’ve interacted with him so often, I’ve picked up on his subtle habits and mannerisms. Entrusting this to me gives us a better shot at success."
"Alright, we believe in you. Just be careful, Yuyan... because our hopes rest entirely on you now."
Li Mucheng’s eyes reflected both concern and expectation for Xie Yuyan, as if the thought of her betraying them had never crossed her mind.
"Mm, if there’s any progress, I’ll contact you via the radio. I’ll head out now."
Xie Yuyan quickly gathered her equipment and left the room, leaving Li Mucheng and Su Yuxin staring at each other in silence.
"Mucheng..."
Su Yuxin suddenly spoke up.
"Do you know much about Shen Mengli?"
At this, Li Mucheng shook her head and sighed.
"I’ve only met Shen Mengli a handful of times, and back then, she was deeply disguised, skillfully diverting my attention. Back then, just like Xie Yuyan, I dismissed her as a worthless rival. But now it’s clear—everything was part of her carefully laid plans."
"I knew it! I told you there was something off about her!"
"Oh? What makes you say that, Yuxin?"
"Because she knows how to trigger Ye Feng’s protective instincts! That fragile, delicate act is exactly the kind of thing guys fall for."
"Wait... is that really true?"
"Of course! That’s how it always plays out in shoujo manga!"
"Ahaha... Yuxin, let’s just focus on handling the village matters for now."
"Fine."
......
"Hmm... we’re running low again..."
Shen Mengli frowned slightly as she surveyed the nearly depleted food supplies in the woodshed.
"When it was just me, the food lasted longer. But now that Xiao Feng is here, and with how much energy we’ve been expending daily, we need more replenishment. I’ll have to be more careful—if I go to the village too often, it’ll raise suspicions."
"What’s wrong, Mengli? What are you looking at in the woodshed?"
Just then, Ye Feng followed her voice inside. When he saw the dwindling stock of ingredients, he immediately understood her concern.
"Guess we really need a fridge."
"Unfortunately, the cabin doesn’t have one."
Shen Mengli sighed and turned around, throwing herself into Ye Feng’s arms.
For some reason, ever since she regained the ability to walk on her own, she’d found herself missing the days when she had relied on Ye Feng for everything. Back then, his care had been meticulous—so much so that she’d even entertained the absurd thought of breaking her legs again just to relive it.
Thinking she was worried about the food shortage, Ye Feng gently reassured her, "It’s alright, Mengli. Didn’t you say there’s a village nearby? This time, let me go get supplies. I’m fully recovered now—it’s about time I pulled my weight."
"No!"
Shen Mengli abruptly cut him off, tugging at his sleeve as she hurriedly dragged him back toward the cabin.
Only after firmly shutting the door did she pout and say, "Xiao Feng, you know how dangerous things are right now! Are you trying to sneak out because you’re tired of living with me?"
Her stern tone quickly softened, tears welling up in her eyes—a look that instantly dissolved Ye Feng’s resolve to leave.
"Of course not, Mengli! I wasn’t planning to sneak out. I was just discussing it with you."
Afraid she might burst into tears, Ye Feng pulled her close, speaking in a soothing voice.
"Mengli, think about it—you’ve done so much for me. I’m not some kept man. Now that I’m better, I should contribute to our home too."
"O-Our home..."
Hearing this, Shen Mengli’s earlier severity vanished. But the thought of Ye Feng stepping outside filled her with dread. Though cut off from the outside world, she was certain the other three women wouldn’t just sit idle. They had to be extra cautious.
"Xiao Feng, hearing you say that makes me really happy... but you still can’t go! It’s not that I don’t want you to—I just don’t want all our efforts to go to waste."
"......"
When Ye Feng stayed silent, Shen Mengli cupped his face, forcing him to meet her gaze.
"Please, Xiao Feng? Pretty please?"
"Mengli, I think enough time has passed that it should be safe now. And I can’t stand watching you exhaust yourself for my sake. Logically, these things should be my responsibility."
"Xiao Feng, that’s where you’re wrong! Love isn’t about who does more or less. As long as our hearts are connected, the scales will never tip. That’s what real love is, isn’t it?"
"I..."
"Relax, I know you want to help. But we have to prioritize the bigger picture. You wouldn’t want me waiting here all alone, would you?"
"Sigh... Mengli, how can I refuse when you put it like that? As long as you don’t feel burdened."
"Of course I won’t! Just wait here for me, okay? I’ll be back soon~"
Finally, after her relentless persuasion, Ye Feng gave in. Now she could rest easy knowing he wouldn’t be in danger.
"Mwah~"
Seizing the moment while Ye Feng was still dazed, Shen Mengli planted a sweet kiss on his lips. Then, with her hands behind her back, she skipped toward the door.
"Wait for me, darling. This time, I’ll bring back lots and lots of fresh ingredients for you~"
"Alright, but don’t push yourself too hard, okay?"
"Mm! No time to waste—I’m off now~"
With one last longing glance at Ye Feng, Shen Mengli turned and strode out of the cabin. She wanted to return to this room—the home of their love—as quickly as possible. Because deep down, she was terrified. Terrified that those women might steal Ye Feng away. She never wanted him to suffer again.
Watching Shen Mengli’s figure disappear into the distance, Ye Feng sighed helplessly and retreated into the cabin. Life with her was blissful, but hiding like this... it couldn’t go on forever.

young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."

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.”

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.