"Don't worry, Yu Xin, everything will be fine. Before this, Mucheng's father had already reached out to me, and at that time, he was still very gentle in how he treated people."
"I know that too. Uncle Li is always kind to those he trusts, but this time is different, Brother Ye Feng. No matter how I think about it, something feels off! But don’t worry, Brother Ye Feng, I’ll tell Mu Cheng about this later. She’ll definitely ask Uncle Li why he’s doing this!"
Just as Su Yuxin was about to head toward Li Mucheng’s bedroom, she was immediately stopped by Ye Feng’s voice on the phone.
"Yu Xin! Don’t do that!"
"Brother... Brother Ye Feng?"
"I don’t want Mu Cheng to overthink this. You know how hard it’s been for her relationship with her father to finally improve. If things take a bad turn because of me, Mu Cheng will definitely be hurt! Her mindset has already changed, and I can’t—and won’t—let her fall into trouble again."
"......"
Seeing that Su Yuxin didn’t respond, Ye Feng didn’t hesitate, afraid she might force the issue and tell Li Mucheng anyway.
"But Brother Ye Feng, your safety..."
"Yu Xin, you don’t need to worry about that. If something bad were going to happen, it would’ve happened already. Since Uncle Li is reaching out to me at this point, there must be something important behind his decision. Besides, Ah Fu is involved too."
"Ah... Ah Fu? Is he going to pick you up, Brother Ye Feng?"
Hearing Ah Fu’s name from Ye Feng’s lips, Su Yuxin’s tense heart gradually eased.
After all, Ah Fu was the main bodyguard Li Jing had assigned to Li Mucheng, having protected her for years. If he was part of this, things couldn’t be as bad as she feared.
"Of course, everything’s already arranged. So don’t worry, Yu Xin. It’s getting late, and this call was just to discuss things with you. Go back and rest with Mu Cheng."
"Mm... okay, Brother Ye Feng, I understand."
"Thank you for keeping this secret for me, Yu Xin. See you tomorrow."
"See you tomorrow..."
Staring at her now-ended call, Su Yuxin slowly slipped her phone back into her pocket. Recalling her conversation with Ye Feng, she found herself torn.
What should I do...? On one side is the beloved Brother Ye Feng, and on the other is my best friend Li Mucheng, whom I’ve just reconciled with. Why did things have to turn out like this?
As Su Yuxin wrestled with her thoughts, a soft voice called out from down the hallway.
"Yu Xin? Where are you?"
Recognizing the voice, Su Yuxin realized she’d been gone too long—Li Mucheng had come out looking for her. Not wanting to raise suspicions, she hurried down the corridor.
"Mu Cheng, I’m here."
Only when Su Yuxin appeared in Li Mucheng’s line of sight did she stop calling out.
"Why did you wander off to the hallway? I already picked a movie, but you were nowhere to be found."
"Ah, hehe, sorry, Mu Cheng. I was just thinking about some things related to affection levels... I really want to protect Brother Ye Feng too. But no matter how much I thought about it, I couldn’t figure out a way, so it took me a while."
"Yu Xin, you don’t need to rush. Didn’t the teacher say we should take it slow? We don’t have to force things—answers come when we explore them gradually."
"Yeah... I know, Mu Cheng. It’s just hard to accept sometimes."
As Su Yuxin lowered her head, unsure how to respond, Li Mucheng stepped forward and took her hand.
"It’s okay, Yu Xin. Everything needs time to settle. We’ll work through it together. Forget about the troubles for now—I’ll stay by your side and help you."
Just as Li Mucheng was about to lead Su Yuxin back to the room, Su Yuxin suddenly gripped her wrist tightly and blurted out, "Mu Cheng! I—"
"Yu Xin? Are you really okay?"
Li Mucheng looked at her with concern as Su Yuxin’s emotions flared.
"I... I’m really grateful to you! Without your help, I probably would’ve..."
"Hey, why bring that up again? Didn’t I say we don’t need formalities between us? Come on, let’s go watch the movie!"
"Okay..."
......
"Mmm... smells amazing."
The moment Ye Feng stepped back into the house, the rich aroma of food hit him—even more enticing than usual. Just the scent alone was enough to make his mouth water.
As soon as he crossed the threshold, Xie Yuyan and Shen Mengli had already zeroed in on him.
"Ye Feng, dinner’s ready. Come eat with us."
"Yeah, yeah, Little Feng, come try this! Yuyan’s cooking is seriously delicious!"
Noticing the traces of oil still lingering at the corner of Shen Mengli’s lips, Ye Feng couldn’t help but chuckle. "Looks like someone’s been sneaking bites. Mengli, the oil on your lips is giving you away."
"Ah!"
Caught red-handed, Shen Mengli quickly turned her back to Ye Feng, grabbing a napkin to wipe her mouth while shooting Xie Yuyan an accusatory glare—as if to say, Why didn’t you warn me?
"I wanted to remind you, Mengli, but you were enjoying it so much I didn’t want to interrupt."
Xie Yuyan’s lips curled slightly as she strode over to Ye Feng, guiding him to his seat.
"Alright, Ye Feng, don’t you have things to do later? Hurry up and eat."
"Right..."
Sitting down, Ye Feng nodded hesitantly, suddenly realizing he was sandwiched between Shen Mengli and Xie Yuyan—a bad premonition creeping up on him.
"Little Feng~"
Sure enough, as soon as he settled in, Shen Mengli leaned in close—though perhaps mindful of Xie Yuyan’s presence, she only placed a piece of spare rib in his bowl before retreating.
"Try Yuyan’s ribs. They’re so flavorful!"
"Okay... thanks, Mengli."
Before Ye Feng could finish the rib, another pair of chopsticks appeared in his vision. Looking up, he found Xie Yuyan leaning uncomfortably close.
"Yu... Yuyan?!"
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?"
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
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!"
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.”
