"I..."
Shen Yi's hand hovered mid-air, his words trailing off.
He was sweating.
Of course, Shen Yi was a hundred percent willing—but bigamy was illegal.
Cheng Jun stood up, her eyes gleaming with hope and longing as she faced him.
"You’re willing, aren’t you?!"
"As long as you marry me, I’ll do anything."
"I won’t dwell on your past with them. I promise I’ll love you more than they ever could!"
Her expression was resolute, as if she were the sole performer under a grand spotlight.
Whatever Fu Nanzhi and Shu Yunyi could offer, she could match—no, surpass.
"Houses, cars, savings—you don’t need to worry about any of it. We’ll have everything."
"My father has no other children. Once he’s gone, Tiancheng Group will be yours—and so will I."
Cheng Jun murmured dreamily, clutching Shen Yi’s hand.
"Zhuyun!"
Shen Yi shook her hand, but she kept talking, lost in her own fervor.
"I won’t make things difficult for you with Nanzhi and Yunyi. We can leave this place forever, never come back."
"How about living abroad? We’ll bring your parents too."
"We’ll go somewhere no one knows us—just you and me."
"I’ll give up everything... as long as I have you."
She poured out her heart, yet it still didn’t feel like enough. Desperately, she searched for anything of value to throw onto an invisible scale.
"Cheng Jun!"
Shen Yi pried her hand away and raised his voice.
"Calm down!"
Her gaze sharpened instantly, locking onto his face as she waited for his answer.
Shen Yi paused, then spoke solemnly:
"Having you would be my greatest fortune. Of course I’m willing."
Cheng Jun’s eyes flickered—but she knew there was more.
"But..."
Shen Yi continued,
"But you know Nanzhi and Yunyi have also shared dreams with me..."
Cheng Jun’s enthusiasm drained away. She raised a hand, cutting him off.
"Stop."
"I know your answer."
She had charged forward with the resolve of a soldier marching to their death—and now, she accepted the outcome.
Cheng Jun understood Shen Yi’s dilemma, but she refused to accept it. Love, after all, was selfish.
Her first vow had always been never to settle—then and now.
Over the past six months, she’d gradually seen the truth. Everything she’d done was just a last, desperate struggle.
Love couldn’t be won by waiting.
Calmly, Cheng Jun stood and walked to the table to gather her bag.
Shen Yi followed, scrambling to explain:
"I know you don’t want to hear it, but this is the reality. You’re smart—you figured out this secret yourself."
Cheng Jun kept her head down as she slipped on her shoes, ignoring him.
‘Turns out, love that’s too obvious only pushes people further away.’
That damned dream had bound them all together—bringing them closer yet torturing them in equal measure.
If she could, she’d erase that dream entirely. Maybe then, they could’ve met as strangers or drifted apart peacefully.
Once her shoes were on, she grabbed her bag and headed for the door.
Shen Yi blocked her path. Her emotions were too volatile—he couldn’t let her leave like this.
"Zhuyun."
Cheng Jun paused by the door, staring at the arm barring her way.
She placed her hand over his and whispered:
"Time’s up. I have to go. Nanzhi will be here soon."
"I can’t take her time."
Then, without hesitation, she pushed Shen Yi’s arm aside and stepped out.
[Your passive response left Cheng Jun disappointed. Her heart grew cold, and she ignored you for days.]
[Every message you sent vanished into the void.]
Outside the simulation, Shen Yi—seated on the sofa—took a deep breath.
It was easier to see clearly from a distance.
From this god’s-eye view, the situation was a dead end.
Choosing to do nothing had its perks. It smoothed over conflicts, letting the three women coexist—if not harmoniously, then at least without open hostility.
But the cost was complacency. He’d shirked responsibility, expecting them to resolve things on their own while he avoided taking action.
Love, at some point, demands an answer—just like Cheng Jun had moments ago.
Fu Nanzhi and Shu Yunyi weren’t rushing for a resolution because they’d seen the future. Cheng Jun, however, couldn’t afford to wait.
"Sigh."
Shen Yi noted this segment, exhaled heavily, and kept reading.
[Several uneventful days passed. When the next rotation day arrived, Cheng Jun still didn’t show.]
[Assuming she was still upset, you called—only for her to hang up immediately. After several persistent attempts, all you got was a busy tone.]
[You went to Tiancheng Group but were told she was on leave.]
[With no other options, you decided to visit her parents’ home.]
[Cheng Tianwei received you. He seemed to be holding back anger, calmly informing you Cheng Jun wasn’t there.]
[You pressed further until his patience snapped. His only reply: "She doesn’t want to see you."]
[Unsatisfied, you pleaded your case, arguing passionately.]
[Cheng Tianwei shook his head, spat out a single "Get out," and you were thrown out.]
[In the days that followed, you ignored everything else, obsessively messaging Cheng Jun and redialing that eternally busy number.]
[You searched the world for her, but she’d vanished without a trace.]
[Later, through Fu Nanzhi’s connections, you heard an unverified rumor: Cheng Jun might’ve gone abroad. No further details surfaced.]
[You wallowed in heartache for a long time.]
[Eventually, with Fu Nanzhi and Shu Yunyi’s care, you moved on.]
[Yet in the quiet of night, her mark remained—unfaded by time, only growing sharper with the years.]
[A year later, Shu Yunyi became pregnant as planned.]
[You accompanied her to prenatal checkups. You’d done all you could; the rest was up to fate.]
[Fu Nanzhi heard the news, her face falling with envy. She stared at her own belly, sighing all night.]
[You comforted her, but she just kept touching her stomach, lost in longing.]
[Ten months later, a baby girl was born.]
[Without hesitation, you named her—Jin Yao.]
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.
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!
and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!
uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
