The dull sound of knocking echoed through the empty hallway.
The motion-sensor light in the corridor flickered on, casting the shadows of three figures at their feet.
No one answered.
After a pause of over ten seconds, Shu Yunyi stepped forward and reached out to knock on the door again.
Still, there was no response.
"She might be asleep," Shu Yunyi guessed, lowering her hand.
Standing nearby, Shen Yi tried to dissuade them. "No, she’s probably just not home."
"It’s late. Making too much noise will disturb the neighbors. Let’s go back."
With no other options, Fu Nanzhi reluctantly turned away and gave up.
Seeing this, Shen Yi secretly sighed in relief.
He had been genuinely worried that if the door opened and Cheng Jun’s face appeared, things would escalate beyond control.
The three of them would surely argue until his head exploded.
This was the downside of coming clean—nothing would ever go smoothly again.
Back inside, the two women sat down again, showing no intention of leaving.
Shen Yi checked the time—it was already midnight—and tried once more to persuade them.
"You should go rest. It’s late."
If they kept dragging this out, he’d be the one suffering in the end. His best bet was to convince them to go home.
"You’re right," Fu Nanzhi said, feigning ignorance of his hint. She stood and slipped off her cardigan, making a show of preparing for bed.
"Time really is getting late. Darling, we should rest now."
Even though Cheng Jun wasn’t here, Fu Nanzhi wasn’t about to let Shu Yunyi off the hook. She was determined to drive her away.
'You want me to leave? Well, I won’t.'
Shu Yunyi thought to herself.
They were practically an old married couple by now—she had no reason to feel embarrassed about staying. Calmly, she stood and asked Shen Yi,
"Xiao Yi, is the bathroom over there?"
"Uh…"
"Yeah, this way."
Watching the two women lock horns again, Shen Yi could only point silently to the left.
As soon as Shu Yunyi closed the bathroom door behind her, Fu Nanzhi swiftly crossed the room and stood before Shen Yi.
"Hiss—"
Shen Yi sucked in a sharp breath.
Looking down, he saw Fu Nanzhi’s fingers pinching the tender skin at his side with brutal force. The fact that he didn’t cry out was a testament to his endurance.
"Serves you right!"
Fu Nanzhi knew she’d been harsh, but she hardened her heart and glared at him.
She loved him so much, yet he had betrayed her like this. The thought alone made her teeth ache with fury.
"Nanzhi, I’m sorry."
"I never meant for this to happen..."
Love was never logical. The more he explained, the worse it would sound. Right now, all Shen Yi could do was apologize.
He had chosen multiple answers on a question that only allowed one. What teacher wouldn’t give him a zero?
Fu Nanzhi’s heart was a mess.
Of course she was furious, but what could she really do to Shen Yi? All she could manage was to vent her frustration.
Just as she opened her mouth to speak, Shu Yunyi’s voice drifted from the bathroom.
"Xiao Yi, these toiletries are yours, right?"
Before Shen Yi could answer, the sound of running water followed.
She had already started washing up, clearly signaling her intention to stay the night.
Fu Nanzhi had just declared she was staying, and now Shu Yunyi was countering without backing down an inch.
If their earlier confrontation had been an open battle, this was now a covert war.
Recognizing the blatant provocation, Fu Nanzhi stomped her foot and tossed her cardigan into Shen Yi’s arms before storming off toward the bedroom.
"Hey—Nanzhi!"
Shen Yi called after her, but she ignored him.
Hanging her clothes on the hook by the wall, Shen Yi peered into the bedroom.
Fu Nanzhi was already on the bed, shoes off, reclining against the headboard.
If you respect me an inch, I’ll respect you a mile.
Fu Nanzhi didn’t care what tricks Shu Yunyi had up her sleeve—she had claimed the bed first.
The message was clear: If you’re so clever, Shu Yunyi, conjure up another bed. Otherwise, get lost.
Just then, the bathroom door opened.
Freshly washed and teeth brushed, Shu Yunyi felt invigorated.
Noticing Fu Nanzhi’s absence from the living room, she frowned in suspicion.
Hearing the noise outside, Fu Nanzhi deliberately patted the empty space beside her and called out,
"Darling, come here. I saved this spot just for you."
"Nanzhi… what are you doing?"
Shen Yi sighed, rubbing his temples.
Shu Yunyi wasn’t deaf. She heard the words meant for her loud and clear.
But she wasn’t one to back down either. Sitting back on the sofa, she remarked pointedly,
"Who goes to bed without washing up first?"
"That’s just unhygienic. Xiao Yi, don’t follow her example. Go clean up."
Even as she spoke, Shu Yunyi subtly gestured for Shen Yi to come closer, as if she had something to say.
Confused but compliant, Shen Yi leaned in.
Before he knew it, Fu Nanzhi suddenly sat up, wrapped her arms around his shoulders, and bit down.
This time, Shen Yi braced himself, enduring the pain without a sound.
Her teeth clenched tightly, refusing to let go. Even through his clothes, he knew the mark would be deep.
"Haah…"
Shu Yunyi finally released him, her warm breath brushing against his ear.
Her lips parted, and she spoke slowly but firmly:
"Xiao Yi, you’re mine. No one can take you away."
Without waiting for a response, she settled back onto the sofa, propping her chin on her hand and closing her eyes.
She had no intention of fighting Fu Nanzhi for the bed—she would rest right here.
One woman inside, the other outside. Neither was willing to leave.
Caught between two goddesses at war, Shen Yi’s suffering was unimaginable.
Perhaps noticing how long he’d been standing there, Fu Nanzhi’s voice floated from the bedroom.
"I’ve already warmed up the blankets for you, darling. What are you still doing out there?"
"Come in already."
Shen Yi was still massaging the bite mark on his shoulder when Shu Yunyi cut in sharply,
"Don’t you dare go!"
"Sit here with me instead."
Their demands were completely opposite. Agreeing to one would upset the other, and vice versa. Shen Yi couldn’t split himself in two.
Finally, with no other choice, he positioned himself in the bedroom doorway—half his body inside, the other half in the living room.
Neutral yet visible to both women, he had gone to great lengths to keep the peace.
Shen Yi had known it would be hard, but not this hard.
Slowly, the clock ticked past midnight.
Both women had risen early and exhausted themselves all day. Now, drowsiness crept in.
One lay in bed, her phone slipping from her fingers. The other dozed on the sofa, nodding off.
Seeing that these two tormentors were finally asleep, Shen Yi finally found a sliver of peace in the chaos.
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 role of a villainous rich second-generation kid in an urban fantasy novel, and gets bound to a god-tier choice system. Right at the start, he catches the female lead stealing exam papers! This triggers the villain's choice options! [Choice 1: Pretend you didn't see anything] [Choice 2: Loudly call her out, drawing everyone's attention] [Choice 3: ...] And thus, a twisted villain is born. To avoid getting killed by the protagonist, he has no choice but to take down all the protagonists first. Jiang Che: Nobody understands being twisted better than me!
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.
y came from. The chests contained supplies, currency, class-change scrolls, skills, talents… and even godhood! The laws of the world were completely rewritten. This became a world where everyone gambled with their fate! Some people, despite having nothing, opened a divine artifact and rose to the top, eventually ruling the world. Others went bankrupt, opened nothing but worthless junk, and leaped from skyscrapers in despair. Lin Ye arrived in this world from another reality, utterly bewildered. “What is going on? Why is everyone a gambling addict?!” “Opening chests? No way. I refuse to gamble. I’ll start with myself!” Until— On his first chest, he obtained a Mythic Talent: Void Incarnation! He could become completely intangible, pass through all things, and reduce everything to nothingness! … On his fiftieth chest, he obtained a Mythic Weapon: Blade of Karma! With a single slash, karma shattered, twisting the universe and overturning the myriad phenomena of creation! … On his ninety-ninth chest, he obtained a Mythic Divine Treasure: Primordial Purple Energy! It could split open the heavens and earth, create all things, and evolve countless worlds with a single thought! Lin Ye: “Now that I think about it… shouldn’t someone have told me that every chest is guaranteed to contain something Mythic?!”
