Bojing Garden was where Fu Nanzhi's parents lived.
Today, Shen Yi had picked her up from there, so it was only natural for him to ask if she wanted to return to her own place.
After a brief pause, Fu Nanzhi shook her head and replied,
"No, let's go back to Peaceful Lake Residence."
Shen Yi nodded.
"Alright, but don’t forget to let your parents know."
"Mm."
To Shu Yunyi, sitting in the back seat, their casual, familiar tone sent a chill down her spine.
‘Has he already met her parents?’
But then she relaxed. What did it matter if he had?
She had already met Shen Yi’s parents and extended family—she was miles ahead in that regard.
Her mind raced during the drive, but it all boiled down to one word: fight.
Having spent years by Shen Yi’s side, Shu Yunyi was certain he was the love of her life. Giving up was out of the question.
Besides, backing down now would mean letting someone else win. She hadn’t come this far just to throw it all away.
Shu Yunyi knew she wasn’t young anymore, but that only made her more determined.
Once she cleared away the distractions around Shen Yi, she was confident her persistence would eventually sway him.
The empty night roads allowed Shen Yi to drive fast without slowing down.
He didn’t stop in Shangyang District, continuing instead toward Jianyuan District.
Both Jingyuan University and Songping Garden were in the same area, close to each other.
Shen Yi took the road near Peaceful Lake Residence, deciding to drop Fu Nanzhi off first.
But as soon as he turned onto the side road, Fu Nanzhi spoke up.
"Take her home first..."
On the surface, it was politeness, but in truth, she had things to say to Shen Yi alone—and that meant getting rid of Shu Yunyi first.
Shu Yunyi, however, wasn’t stupid. She didn’t know what Fu Nanzhi was planning, but she knew her best move was to disrupt it.
From the back seat, she immediately cut in.
"No need."
"I’m in no hurry. Take her home first."
"You two..."
The ball was back in their court. Shen Yi, gripping the steering wheel, had no idea which way to turn, so he just kept driving straight.
Fu Nanzhi tilted her head slightly, glancing back.
"I insist. You should go first."
"Teaching is important—we can’t let you be late for class tomorrow."
Shu Yunyi took a sip from her cup and chuckled.
"Sorry, but I’m off tomorrow."
"What a coincidence, my company’s closed too..."
"Take her."
"No, take her."
The two went back and forth, their polite exchanges almost convincing enough to make them seem like the closest of friends.
By now, Shen Yi’s car was back on the main road, approaching Peaceful Lake Residence. He suggested,
"We’re already here. Let’s just drop you off first, Nanzhi."
"It’s fine, you can turn. I’m not in a rush."
Fu Nanzhi dismissed him without a second thought.
What had started as a calm debate was quickly escalating into an argument.
Fu Nanzhi usually seemed gentle—but that gentleness was reserved for Shen Yi alone. When she needed to be firm, she didn’t hold back.
Shu Yunyi was no pushover either. As a teacher, she was articulate and sharp-tongued, never one to shy away from a verbal spar.
Fortunately, both women had enough restraint to keep things civil. No screaming, no foul language.
But women knew exactly where to strike to hurt the most. Though not a single curse was uttered, Shen Yi, listening from the driver’s seat, broke out in a cold sweat.
Thankfully, the car soon pulled up at Peaceful Lake Residence. Shen Yi parked and announced,
"Nanzhi, we’re here."
He wanted to separate them before things got worse.
But even as he unbuckled his seatbelt, ready to walk her to the door, Fu Nanzhi didn’t budge.
Seeing Shen Yi’s attempt to intervene, Shu Yunyi sensed an advantage. Leaning back, she added mockingly,
"Time to go home. Can’t believe someone would linger when they’re already at their doorstep."
Her taunt was like pouring oil on fire. Fu Nanzhi swatted Shen Yi’s hand away and snapped at Shu Yunyi.
"It’s my home. I’ll leave when I want—no need for your concern!"
Shen Yi had anticipated this day would come, but he wasn’t some domineering alpha male who could command obedience.
Both women were strong-willed, and all he could do was try to mediate fairly.
After a moment’s thought, he tried again.
"Nanzhi, let’s go."
"It’s almost eleven. Any later and your mom will start calling."
Fu Nanzhi was prepared. She had already texted her mother from the boat.
"Don’t worry. She’s staying at Bojing Garden tonight. It doesn’t matter if I’m late."
Shen Yi had no choice. He couldn’t force her, so he started the car again and headed for Jingyuan University.
The drive was short—less than ten minutes—and soon they were at the gates.
Just as Shen Yi expected, Shu Yunyi refused to get out.
The two women were locked in a battle of wills, each refusing to back down, as if leaving first meant admitting defeat.
As their bickering started up again, Shen Yi felt a headache coming on.
He slammed his palm against the steering wheel, and the car horn blared—beep!
Silence fell instantly.
His voice was icy as he snapped,
"Enough. Just stop."
Fu Nanzhi, seeing the usually mild-mannered Shen Yi lose his temper, immediately quieted down, fiddling with her phone instead.
Shu Yunyi had always been wary of this side of him and didn’t dare provoke him further.
But apologizing before Fu Nanzhi? Not a chance. She just huffed and turned to stare out the window, staying silent.
With the two finally subdued, Shen Yi, still irritated, muttered,
"Fine. If neither of you wants to go home, then neither of you will."
"We’ll just sleep in the car."
Without waiting for a response, he hit the gas and drove off.
He wasn’t taking them home anymore—he was heading straight to his own rented apartment.
The fragile balance between the three of them couldn’t be maintained by endless compromise or brute force.
Finding the right middle ground was tough. Shen Yi wasn’t just throwing a tantrum—he was trying to redirect their anger toward him, forcing them to unite against a common "enemy."
Letting them keep arguing was pointless. It was just cowardice, a refusal to take responsibility.
The car’s headlights illuminated the shabby entrance of the old apartment complex as Shen Yi turned in.
Parking and killing the engine, he got out without a word, ignoring the two behind him.
Seeing him leave, Fu Nanzhi and Shu Yunyi scrambled out after him.
He locked the car and strode into the stairwell without looking back.
At the foot of the car, the two women exchanged a glance before silently following.
They climbed to the third floor, where Shen Yi unlocked the door.
Though his attitude was rough, he wasn’t truly angry—just frustrated.
He left the door open for the two trailing behind him. He couldn’t actually make them sleep in the car.
At the table, he poured himself a glass of water and drank it. Behind him, the door creaked—they had caught up.
His tiny rented apartment had never been so crowded.
With him included, there were now three people inside.
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
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.”
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
