Though Shu Yunyi appeared young, her mature demeanor made her impossible to ignore.
Liu Huijuan unconsciously found herself addressing the woman as "little sister," her attitude turning more formal.
After asking, she noticed the other party was equally polite, hands clasping a small purse as she replied:
"Excuse me, is this the Shen Family?"
Though the question seemed unnecessary, Shu Yunyi had to ask—she was here for a visit and to lodge a complaint, not to start a confrontation.
Liu Huijuan set down her knife, rinsed her hands under the faucet, and stood up.
"Yes, this is the Old Shen Family."
"Who are you looking for?"
Something felt off to Liu Huijuan. If this woman was here for Old Shen, she wouldn’t believe it for a second. But if she was here for Shen Yi—that was entirely possible.
Just as the thought crossed her mind, Shu Yunyi confirmed it:
"Auntie, hello."
"I’m here to see Shen Yi."
The moment the term "Auntie" left her lips, Liu Huijuan didn’t know how to react.
A woman like this—stunning, refined—was a rare sight even once a year. Yet today, two had appeared, both connected to her son.
Frowning, she couldn’t help but ask:
"And you are…?"
"What business do you have with our Xiao Yi?"
Shu Yunyi smiled gracefully, giving a slight bow as she introduced herself:
"My surname is Shu, Shu Yunyi."
"I’m Xiao Yi’s… Xiao Yi’s girlfriend."
The strangeness in Liu Huijuan’s heart finally erupted. Her eyes widened in disbelief.
"What did you say?"
Shu Yunyi nearly laughed but held back, thinking Shen Yi’s mother’s reaction was even more exaggerated than in her past life.
Composing herself, she nodded firmly.
"You heard right, Auntie. I really am Xiao Yi’s girlfriend."
Liu Huijuan waved a hand, lowering her head.
"Wait, wait—my mind’s a mess right now…"
Fu Nanzhi had just left, and now here was another woman, just as breathtaking, claiming to be Shen Yi’s girlfriend.
Liu Huijuan was starting to question reality. She knew her son’s flaws all too well—how could he possibly attract such beauties, one after another?
After a long pause, she finally looked Shu Yunyi up and down, suspicion in her voice.
"Little sister, how did you and our Xiao Yi meet?"
Shu Yunyi chuckled softly, understanding Shen Yi’s mother’s shock. She corrected her gently:
"Auntie, you can call me Xiao Shu or Yunyi."
Then, with a nostalgic expression, she began:
"Xiao Yi and I first met in university—"
Before she could continue, loud voices erupted outside.
"Third Sister!"
"Third Sister! You home?"
Liu Huijuan hurried to the door and saw her second sister, Liu Huimin, calling out as she approached, followed by a whole crowd of people.
She retorted:
"Where else would I be? What’s with this mob?"
Liu Huimin declared without hesitation:
"We’re here for dinner!"
"And to meet my nephew’s fiancée!"
Behind her were Shen Yi’s second uncle, younger uncle, younger aunt, married eldest cousin holding a baby, and even Shen Yi’s grandmother, supported by someone—seven or eight people in total.
Liu Huijuan was stunned.
"Since when did I say I was hosting dinner?"
"Besides, with this interrogation squad of yours, you’ll scare the poor girl on her first visit!"
Liu Huimin, ever the organizer, cut her off with a wave.
"Don’t back out now—you promised during mahjong!"
"And it’s not like we didn’t warn you. I @’ed you in the family group chat before lunch, saying we’d come for dinner. Didn’t you see it?"
Liu Huijuan had been too busy to check her phone and had no idea they were coming.
Her eldest cousin, the youngest among them, tugged her sleeve to correct:
"That’s called ‘tagging.’"
"Same difference!" Liu Huimin brushed it off.
"Anyway, we’re here now—you can’t kick us out. Aren’t you going to let us in? Mom’s still standing here!"
With that, she sidestepped Liu Huijuan and marched inside.
"Hey—they left ages ago! Slow down!"
Liu Huijuan could only step aside, grumbling, before noticing her mother had come too. She sighed.
"Mom, you too? What’s with the fuss?"
Liu’s Mother, slightly hunched and walking slowly, lifted her head.
"I came to see my grandson."
Liu Huijuan explained helplessly:
"Xiao Yi isn’t even home—he left after lunch."
Just then, Liu Huimin’s voice rang out from inside:
"Don’t say you didn’t prepare—you’ve already got a fish cleaned! Third Sister, you’re such a liar!"
"Oh! So this is Xiao Yi’s girlfriend? She’s gorgeous!"
Liu Huijuan suddenly remembered Shu Yunyi was still inside and rushed back, shouting:
"She—she’s not—!"
By the time she reached the courtyard, the group had already surrounded Shu Yunyi, leaving her protests unheard.
Liu Huimin was holding Shu Yunyi’s hand, marveling.
"Sweetheart, what’s your name?"
"Hello, Second Aunt, everyone. I’m Shu Yunyi."
Standing at the center of the crowd, Shu Yunyi carried herself with effortless grace, unfazed by the attention.
"Goodness, not only do you look like a fairy, but even your name sounds poetic!"
The relatives showered her with praise—she truly resembled a celebrity, her every movement elegant and mesmerizing.
Liu Huimin couldn’t help but feel a pang of envy. What kind of luck had her nephew stumbled into to land such a girlfriend?
Meanwhile, her own son, pushing thirty, was still as dull as a rock—she was at her wit’s end.
Noting Shu Yunyi’s formal attire and seemingly mature demeanor, she probed:
"Xiao Shu, what do you do for work?"
Shu Yunyi smiled warmly.
"I work at a university—I’m a teacher."
She didn’t mention being a professor, avoiding questions about her age that might lead to awkwardness.
"Wow!"
Even with her modest reply, the relatives burst into murmurs of admiration.
A stable teaching job was already respectable, but a university teacher? To them, that was practically elite—the best of the best.
"No wonder she carries herself so well. She looks so serious when she’s quiet—I was a little intimidated," admitted the eldest cousin, the youngest among them, bouncing her baby in her arms.
Second Uncle chimed in:
"Xiao Yi’s got skills! Brother and Sister Shen are truly blessed."
The younger uncle, seeing the grandmother had entered, quickly fetched a stool for her, calling out:
"Where’s Xiao Yi? Quit hiding inside!"
"Come out and greet everyone, hurry!"
The others echoed:
"Right, don’t just stand there—find some seats!"
From the doorway, Liu Huijuan watched, mouth agape.
"What… what kind of mess is this?"
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
e vast world of cultivation, where he becomes the master of the Heavenly Ruins Sacred Hall, a dying old man with barely a tenth of his former cultivation remaining. He is immediately confronted with a deadly crisis: his subordinates have rebelled, and his protectors are forcing him to abdicate. At the critical moment, the system descends from the heavens: [Ding! The host has been detected facing a life-or-death crisis. The system is now officially activated!] [As a gift, you have received the Supreme Beginner’s Pack and awakened the ultimate cheat: ten thousand years of pure cultivation essence every second!] Yin Tianjue: “Wait… ten thousand years of cultivation every second? That’s six hundred thousand years a minute, and in one day… I can’t even calculate it. Either way, I’m already invincible!” You’re a peerless prodigy rarely seen in ten thousand years? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re an undying ancestor who has guarded a sacred land for countless ages? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re the strongest chosen one, blessed with heaven-defying destiny? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. From this day forth, I have only one thing to say: “I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. Now, how exactly are you supposed to deal with that?”
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!"
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
