Most water-splashing festivals take place around June or July.
But in the Cao Family,
the water-splashing festival happens in early September.
Right now, in fact...
In the blink of an eye, the entire coffee table, sofa, and floor were soaked with water.
Damn it.
Have you ever seen someone use foot-washing water to splash around?
It might not stink,
but isn’t it disgusting?
And she’s supposed to be a goddess?
Ugh!
If not for Third Sister Ren Yushang stepping in, things would’ve spiraled out of control.
Cao Cheng barely fought back—after all, a real man doesn’t pick fights with women.
So, Young Master Cao was the victim here.
After the "joyful" water-splashing festival, Cao Cheng went to take a shower.
In the living room, Ren Yushang was cleaning up, wiping down the floor, coffee table, and sofa...
Ren Yuege watched her diligent third sister, lost in thought.
How had she never noticed before how... domestic Third Sister was?
Back at the Ren family mansion, they had maids for cleaning, chefs for cooking, and even dedicated gardeners for the yard.
The sisters hardly ever had to lift a finger.
Plus, as the youngest in practice, Ren Yuege was often pampered, which made her overlook the little details of daily life.
Only now,
after leaving the Ren estate, did Ren Yuege realize... she was practically useless at everything!
She used to think she was amazing.
She could play the piano,
and at a high level too.
But in everyday life? A total airhead.
She couldn’t even wash vegetables properly, clueless about everything, barely knowing rice from wheat.
Watching Third Sister clean up now,
she wondered...
Should she play some piano to liven things up?
...
Third Sister Ren Yushang finished wiping up the water and tapped Ren Yuege’s forehead lightly, scolding, "Honestly, you’re like a child."
Ren Yuege grinned sheepishly. "I got carried away. That bratty little brother just knows how to push my buttons."
Ren Yushang rolled her eyes. "Who’s bullying who here? He didn’t splash a single drop on you."
"But he annoys me!"
"Then why doesn’t he annoy me?"
"Uh..."
A soul-crushing question.
In modern terms, it’d be called gaslighting.
But here, it left Ren Yuege speechless.
Ren Yushang added, "Do you even act like an older sister?"
Ren Yuege muttered, "It’s my first time, okay? I don’t know how. Fine, fine, stop lecturing me. I’ll apologize to him later."
Ren Yushang softened. "Don’t feel too awkward. Apologizing just shows your attitude. He’s not mad—his temper’s better than you’d think."
Ren Yuege considered it. True.
That bratty brother might rile her up, but every time she pinched his ears or waist, Cao Cheng never retaliated.
Looking back, he’d been letting her win.
Otherwise, with his skills, how could she ever stand a chance?
They all knew Cao Cheng was no pushover.
Soon,
Cao Cheng emerged from the shower, his physique as striking as ever.
Ren Yushang shot Ren Yuege a look—Go on, apologize.
With that silent nudge, Third Sister headed to her room to grab clothes for her own shower.
In the southern summer, daily showers were a must; otherwise, sleep was impossible.
After drying his hair,
Cao Cheng spotted Ren Yuege on the sofa, and their eyes met.
With a haughty tilt of his head, Cao Cheng scoffed, "Hmph!"
"..."
Ren Yuege smirked, seeing her chance. "Come here," she said softly.
"What?" Cao Cheng raised a brow.
"Just come here~~" The little brat still hesitated.
Cao Cheng walked over.
Ren Yuege tugged his hand, pulling him down beside her.
Up close, the warm scent of his shower and his freshly cleaned skin made her cheeks flush. "About earlier... sorry," she mumbled.
"Oho~ Well, well!" Cao Cheng teased. "You’re actually apologizing? Color me shocked!"
(▼ヘ▼#)
That tone was downright punchable.
Ren Yuege instinctively reached for his ear.
Cao Cheng pointed at her hand. "Is this how you apologize?"
Ren Yuege sighed and lowered her hand.
Cao Cheng smirked. "That’s more like it. Now, show some sincerity."
Leaning back on the sofa, he propped his legs on the coffee table and gestured. "Massage them."
"!!"
Ren Yuege stared at his smug face, itching to bite him.
After three seconds of deliberation,
she gave in. Her delicate hands rested on his thighs, feeling the firm muscle beneath. She kneaded lightly.
"Harder. Did you skip lunch?"
"!!"
Gritting her teeth, Ren Yuege dug in with force.
"Oh, oh—yeah, that’s good. Perfect pressure. You’ve got talent, kid. These hands were made for massaging. From now on, you’re on permanent massage duty."
Ren Yuege huffed. "In your dreams. One-time deal. Never again."
Cao Cheng chuckled. "Weren’t you the one who wanted to be the big sister? Shouldn’t sisters take care of their little brothers? After a long day out, shouldn’t you ease his aches?"
Ren Yuege snorted. "Such nonsense."
Cao Cheng grinned but didn’t push further.
The little brat needed time to learn.
No rushing.
A few minutes later, Ren Yuege’s fingers ached worse than after two hours of piano practice.
She pulled back. "Happy now?"
Cao Cheng shook his head. "Pressure was mediocre, missed all the right spots, didn’t loosen any tension. Two stars, would not recommend."
Ren Yuege glared. "I don’t know how!"
"Then let me teach you. Here, give me your leg—"
A professional touch made all the difference.
At first, Ren Yuege was still a bit shy, but within seconds, the exhaustion from a day of walking and hiking melted away.
Cao Cheng’s hands worked like magic—light yet precise, every press hitting the mark.
"Mmm~~"
Ren Yuege’s soft moan escaped.
Her face burned, and she peeked at Cao Cheng. Seeing his unchanged expression, she relaxed and let herself enjoy the relief.
Positive emotions steadily rose.
No sudden spikes,
just +1
+1
+1
+1...
Unstoppable.
And as the emotions stacked, the increments grew—+2, +2, +2...
+3, +3...
Little by little,
in just minutes, the positivity hit 100!
Cao Cheng had found another goldmine.
If he ever pissed off too many people, he could always become a blind masseur—guaranteed emotional returns.
This system was such a troll. Zero instructions, everything trial and error?
...
A master-tier traditional Chinese doctor would be a top expert in the real world.
Paired with combat-trained precision, understanding meridians and pressure points made bone-setting and massage child’s play.
Ren Yushang stepped out of the shower, steam trailing her. That post-shower warmth was oddly comforting.
She froze at the sight before her.
On the sofa, Fourth Sister Ren Yuege had her legs draped over Cao Cheng’s lap as he massaged them.
What the—?
Since when were they this close?
Ren Yushang was puzzled.
world slacker. But a genius female disciple just had to get clingy, insisting that he take her as a disciple. Not only that, she was always making advances on him, thoroughly disrupting his peaceful slacker life...
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?"
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
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.”
