What the... what's wrong with me!
Feeling the intense discomfort in his body, Ye Feng, who lay motionless on the sofa, gradually woke from his deep slumber.
"Mmm..."
As Ye Feng slowly opened his eyes, he found himself staring into pitch-black darkness, unable to sense anything. Yet, for some reason, both his arms felt completely numb.
Just as he tried to pull his hands out from under the blanket, he realized they were being tightly held down by some inexplicable force.
What... what's going on here? Did my hands get stuck in the sofa cushions? That can't be right...
As Ye Feng turned his head curiously, he suddenly spotted a pair of faintly glowing blue eyes in the darkness, right in front of him.
"!!!!"
Of course, the sudden appearance of those eyes startled him. But having grown accustomed to such surprises, he didn’t let out a scream—only his body instinctively shuddered before settling again.
"Huff huff~"
Seeing that Ye Feng was finally awake, Xie Yuyan grew bolder in her movements. She tightened her grip around his arms and leaned forward, pressing her entire weight onto his shoulders.
"Well, Ye Feng, you’re finally awake."
"Yuyan... why are you—"
"Because you didn’t make a choice, silly. So we decided for you~"
"Huh? Yuyan, did you just say 'we'?"
"Mhm, of course I did."
Hearing this, Ye Feng immediately grasped the implication of her words. His gaze, which had been fixed on Xie Yuyan, swiftly shifted to the other side—only to find a pair of crimson eyes staring back at him.
"Good evening, Xiao Feng~"
"You two... sigh..."
Knowing there was no point in arguing further, Ye Feng readjusted his head and stared blankly at the ceiling.
"Whatever. Let’s just get some rest. I’m exhausted."
To Xie Yuyan and Shen Mengli, Ye Feng’s response carried a completely different meaning. To them, it sounded like he no longer minded their clingy sleeping arrangements—how could they not be thrilled?
"Xiao Feng, you’re the best~"
"Thank you, Ye Feng~"
"Please... just stop talking, okay?"
With Ye Feng’s exasperated plea, the two obediently fell silent—though their arms remained firmly wrapped around his.
"Rustle rustle..."
"Yuyan... could you stop moving around? How am I supposed to sleep like this?"
"Ehehe... sorry, Ye Feng. The sofa’s a bit cramped, so I couldn’t help shifting a little."
Xie Yuyan’s whisper brushed against Ye Feng’s ear as her soft body wriggled even closer into his embrace.
"......"
She’s doing this on purpose! That little—!
Suppressing the restless agitation in his chest, Ye Feng forced himself to fall asleep faster—if only to escape Xie Yuyan’s mental torment. In contrast, Shen Mengli, who had been lying quietly beside him, seemed far more well-behaved, showing no signs of movement at all.
"Xiao... Xiao Feng..."
Just as Ye Feng had been thinking about her, Shen Mengli’s voice suddenly called out, forcing him to turn his attention toward her.
"What is it, Mengli? Is the sofa uncomfortable?"
"N-no, not at all! I just wanted to say goodnight to you."
"Goodnight? Mengli, you don’t have to be so... formal about it."
"But I always used to say goodnight to you before. I just want to keep doing it."
"F-fine, but only if you promise to sleep properly afterward."
"Okay! I promise!"
After their little exchange, Ye Feng bid her goodnight and quickly shut his eyes, seizing the drowsiness washing over him to slip back into sleep without hesitation.
Sleep... if I just fall asleep, I won’t have to think about any of this!
......
"Good morning, Mengli."
When Shen Mengli sat up on the sofa early the next morning, she heard Xie Yuyan’s voice coming from beside Ye Feng.
"Yuyan? Good morning... You’re up already?!"
Shen Mengli kept her voice hushed, though she couldn’t hide her surprise at Xie Yuyan’s sudden greeting.
"I didn’t just wake up—I never slept at all."
Xie Yuyan answered honestly, leaving Shen Mengli utterly stunned.
"Wh-what?! You didn’t sleep?!"
Despite her best efforts to stay quiet, Ye Feng’s brow twitched slightly at the noise.
"Shh!"
Xie Yuyan pressed a finger to her lips.
"Keep it down, Mengli. Don’t wake Ye Feng."
"S-sorry... I just thought not sleeping would be really bad for your health."
"It’s fine. I just couldn’t fall asleep."
As she spoke, Shen Mengli’s gaze softened. After all, last night had been her first time sharing a bed—well, sofa—with Ye Feng.
After so long, she’d finally had a warm, comforting night. The sheer excitement had left her with no desire to sleep.
"But—"
Before Shen Mengli could continue, Ye Feng’s eyes abruptly snapped open, startling both girls into silence. His gaze remained fixed on the ceiling for a moment before Shen Mengli cautiously whispered, "Xiao Feng... did we wake you up?"
"No."
Ye Feng exhaled slowly before sitting up between them.
"I usually wake up around this time anyway. I’ll go freshen up and make breakfast."
"Then I’ll get up too~"
Shen Mengli smoothed down her messy bangs and sat up as well, her oversized sleepwear hanging loosely on her frame.
"Me too—"
Xie Yuyan rubbed her eyes and started to rise, only for Ye Feng to suddenly press her back down.
"Ye Feng?"
She called his name in confusion, clearly puzzled by his actions.
Did I do something wrong? Is that why he’s upset?
Just as Xie Yuyan was about to apologize, Ye Feng spoke first: "Yuyan, go back to sleep. I won’t lecture you about last night, but if you pull another all-nighter, you’re sleeping in your own room."
"Huh?"
"What, got a problem with that? I’m being lenient by not scolding you for skipping sleep. Don’t you know your health comes first?"
Ye Feng tapped her forehead in mock annoyance. Though his tone was stern, Xie Yuyan could feel nothing but genuine concern behind his words.
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
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.
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."
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
