After a quick tidy-up, Li Mucheng stepped out of her room and into the living room. When she spotted Xie Yuyan, she nodded in greeting.
"Good afternoon."
Xie Yuyan, now seemingly accustomed to life at the estate, took a sip of coffee from the table.
"Xie Yuyan, you... why are you here?"
"What? Don’t want me to come?" Xie Yuyan raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into a faint smile as she observed Li Mucheng’s surprised expression.
"N-no, that’s not what I meant. The teacher is returning today—shouldn’t you be at home?"
"Home? A place without Ye Feng can hardly be called home."
Her tone carried a hint of melancholy.
"Of course I know Ye Feng is coming back today. But staying in that house feels so cold. I don’t even know why I ended up here—maybe my heart has gradually accepted this kind of behavior."
"Xie Yuyan, are you saying..."
"Mm, it’s exactly what you’re thinking. Just being able to see Ye Feng is enough for me. But if there’s a chance to try harder, I’ll give it my all."
"O-okay... It’s good that you think that way. The teacher would surely be moved if he knew. I believe as long as we don’t exhaust him like before, everything will work out."
"Mm, I hope so."
"But Xie Yuyan, aren’t you planning to see the teacher? Didn’t you and Shen Mengli agree to talk about that matter concerning him?"
Li Mucheng asked softly. Though she was more composed than the other two in terms of mindset, Xie Yuyan’s calmness in critical situations was something she couldn’t match.
"We did agree, but today is their first day back. If I go, I’ll draw Ye Feng’s attention. I’ll talk to Shen Mengli after today."
"Alright, then I’ll leave this matter to you. I’ll have the guest room prepared later—you can stay here tonight, Yuyan."
"Mm, thank you, Mucheng."
......
"Sister, Wenwen missed you so much~"
Wenwen clung to Shen Mengli like a little koala, refusing to let go. The other children were equally excited by Shen Mengli’s arrival. Though they didn’t understand how she could stand now, they were simply happy their beloved sister could move freely like them.
"Alright, Wenwen, you’ve been hugging me for so long. You’re grown-up now—you need to set a good example as an older sister."
"Wuu..."
Hearing Shen Mengli’s gentle reprimand, Wenwen reluctantly pulled back, though her eyes lingered on Shen Mengli’s face.
"Sister, I just missed you so much. I wasn’t trying to be clingy on purpose."
"I know, Wenwen. You’ve been very good today. I missed you too, you know."
Shen Mengli smiled, stroking Wenwen’s head while casting a playful glance at Ye Feng across from her. Her eyes seemed to say, See how popular I am?
But Ye Feng remained unfazed, merely quirking his lips in silent amusement.
"Big Brother!"
Once freed from Shen Mengli’s embrace, Wenwen didn’t linger—instead, she dashed over to Ye Feng, arms outstretched with excitement.
"I want Big Brother to hug me!"
"Huh? Wenwen, you..."
Though puzzled, Ye Feng treated Wenwen like a beloved little sister and was about to lift her onto his lap when—
Shen Mengli reacted lightning-fast, snatching Wenwen back by the collar and pulling her into her own arms again.
"Mm... Sister?"
Wenwen blinked in confusion. Hadn’t Shen Mengli just told her to let go?
"Wenwen, I thought about it again—we haven’t seen each other in so long. Sister wants to hold you a little longer today, okay?"
"Mm... Okay."
"Good girl~"
Watching Shen Mengli’s swift change in demeanor, Ye Feng could only shake his head in amusement.
Is Mengli actually jealous? But she looks so adorable like this.
After playing with the children for a while, Shen Mengli suggested heading home. The director didn’t stop them, only pulling Shen Mengli aside for a few quiet words before seeing them off.
The moment they stepped out of the orphanage, Shen Mengli clung tightly to Ye Feng’s arm, pouting.
"Finally, I can hold you properly, Xiao Feng~ Do you know how long I’ve had to hold back in there? If the kids weren’t watching, I’d have buried myself in your arms and never moved."
"Listen to you. Weren’t you just lecturing Wenwen about being mature? Now you’re copying her."
"That’s because I love you too much~"
Not letting him continue, Shen Mengli deployed her ultimate weapon—sincerity—forcing Ye Feng to change the subject with a resigned chuckle.
"Alright, let’s go home. I’ve already contacted the landlord—luckily, she hadn’t found a new tenant before we moved out. We can move right back in."
"Mm... I don’t really care where we live. I’m just curious—have the others not reached out to you?"
"The others? No, but they definitely know I’m back. Everything’s normal, so don’t worry too much, Mengli."
"Mm... I was just asking."
Shen Mengli glanced at the waiting car, quietly suppressing her unease. So far, everything was proceeding smoothly, with no complications. It seemed the others were serious about discussing things properly this time.
"Xiao Feng, tomorrow I’d like to take some time to thank Li Mucheng. After all, she arranged the driver for us, and... I have something to say to her."
"Oh? That’s fine, but don’t you want to rest for a few days? Should I come with you?"
"Don’t worry, Xiao Feng, I’ll be fine. Let me go alone."
"If you insist... alright."
Ye Feng respected her decision, nodding before guiding her back into the car.
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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.”
