Shu Yunyi lay weakly on the bed, the two of you locking eyes in silent understanding.
In this matter, you both shared an unspoken agreement—no matter what, this was your daughter, Jin Yao, one and only.
Fu Nanzhi only wallowed in despair for a short while before pulling herself together. Though she never fully came to terms with her own shortcomings, she had grown accustomed to them over the years.
Both of you had experience raising children, but Shu Yunyi, being an older mother, needed a longer recovery period after childbirth.
The newborn was utterly adorable, and Fu Nanzhi couldn’t resist her charm.
Fu Nanzhi threw herself into caring for Little Jinyao, barely leaving her side. The nanny could hardly get a word in, and her devotion was so intense that even Shu Yunyi, who had initially harbored reservations, found herself glancing over in surprise.
In the days that followed, Fu Nanzhi was either setting alarms for bottle feedings or researching baby food recipes on her own. Occasionally, she’d even drag Shu Yunyi along to pick out tiny outfits for Jin Yao.
Fu Nanzhi ended up taking over most of the tasks you’d normally handle, leaving you with little to do but watch.
Her meticulous and responsible attitude even made Shu Yunyi feel somewhat awkward, to the point where she hesitated to argue or snap at Fu Nanzhi anymore.
As time passed, the relationship between the two gradually improved.
Naturally, Shu Yunyi’s childbirth didn’t escape the notice of her mother, Qin Fangli. The elderly woman visited the baby frequently and seemed satisfied with the situation.
Though it was an unplanned pregnancy, given Shu Yunyi’s age, Qin Fangli chose not to say much.
But as Shu Yunyi regained her strength and Little Jinyao grew older, the topic could no longer be avoided.
Faced with Qin Fangli’s repeated urging, you hesitated, mindful of Fu Nanzhi’s feelings.
Fu Nanzhi seemed to sense your dilemma. One day, she suddenly pulled you aside and told you she agreed—you should marry Shu Yunyi.
Stunned, you stood frozen in place, only believing her after repeated confirmations that she wasn’t joking.
Baffled, you asked her why.
Fu Nanzhi glanced at Little Jinyao, who was crawling around on the floor, then turned away with a faint smile, refusing to answer.
You never learned what private agreement the two had made, but under Qin Fangli’s relentless pressure, you and Shu Yunyi eventually registered your marriage.
Perhaps to avoid upsetting Fu Nanzhi, Shu Yunyi chose to keep things low-key, just as she had in her past life—no grand ceremony, just a simple meal together.
From then on, Fu Nanzhi and Shu Yunyi grew even closer.
Little Jinyao also formally recognized Fu Nanzhi as her godmother.
They no longer clashed but instead often teamed up to tease or challenge you. You were more than happy to play along, sometimes even deliberately indulging their mischief.
And so, life continued in this haphazard yet contented manner…
Six years later.
You still hadn’t forgotten about your daughter from your past life. Counting the days, you prepared all the necessary documents to begin the adoption process.
As much as you adored Jin Yao, she wasn’t Fu Nanzhi’s biological child, and deep down, Fu Nanzhi longed for one of her own.
You hadn’t forgotten Fu Nanzhi’s sacrifice back then and hoped that finding Little Lingdang would bring her some comfort.
Fortunately, after some twists and turns, you managed to adopt an infant right on schedule, just as you had in your previous life.
Overjoyed, you brought the baby straight to Fu Nanzhi.
The scene shifted before your eyes once more.
Another six years had passed. Fu Nanzhi was now in her thirties, her demeanor refined by the passage of time.
After parking the car, she stepped out and circled around to the back seat.
Her hair was meticulously styled, sleek and pinned flawlessly in place. She wore an elegant emerald-green satin dress adorned with intricate embroidery.
Her movements were graceful, her posture poised, exuding an effortless sophistication.
The back door swung open, and Little Jinyao, unable to wait any longer, burst out of the car, her oversized backpack bouncing against her backside.
"Godmother, catch me!" she cheered, sprinting toward the house.
Fu Nanzhi locked the car, smiling softly as she called after her,
"Slow down, be careful not to trip…"
Her words were met with Jinyao’s gleeful giggles.
Shaking her head in amusement, Fu Nanzhi made her way inside. Children at that age seemed to have boundless energy, always so lively.
Originally, Shen Yi was supposed to pick Jinyao up, but he was tied up with work, and Shu Yunyi was on shift.
Since she had free time, Fu Nanzhi had gone to fetch Jinyao after school.
As she reached the doorway, still slipping off her shoes, she heard Jinyao’s excited voice from inside.
"Wow, there’s a baby here!"
"Shh—"
"Keep your voice down, don’t wake her up."
"Isn’t she cute? Her name is Little Lingdang."
Shen Yi’s voice followed, gently scolding Jinyao for her outburst.
Fu Nanzhi’s heart skipped a beat. A premonition stirring within her, she hurried inside, not even bothering with her slippers.
As she turned the corner, Shen Yi heard her footsteps and turned around, revealing the tiny infant cradled in his arms.
She was small, her skin slightly wrinkled and dark, her wispy hair tousled—but to Fu Nanzhi, she was the most beautiful thing in the world.
Trembling, Fu Nanzhi reached out, and Shen Yi quickly handed the bundle over.
Wiping his brow, he chuckled,
"Finally, you’re here. It wasn’t easy—I barely got this little one to sleep."
Then, tapping Jinyao’s curious head, he added,
"And then this big one comes barging in, shouting like crazy. Almost woke her up again."
Fu Nanzhi cradled Little Lingdang, her heart swelling with familiarity. Every tiny feature—her hands, her feet—seemed unbearably precious. Tears welled up, spilling down her cheeks.
She quickly wiped them away before they could fall onto the baby.
Shen Yi hurried over, his voice warm with concern.
"What’s wrong? Why the tears?"
Then, feigning hurt, he added,
"Was it me? Did I mess up? I just wanted to surprise you, not make you cry."
Fu Nanzhi’s lips trembled, too overwhelmed to speak, but she managed a light kick at Shen Yi in playful retaliation.
Instead of protesting, Shen Yi grinned like a fool, as if he’d been rewarded.
Meanwhile, Jinyao, feeling left out, squirmed free of Shen Yi’s hand on her head and tugged at his pants, straining to see.
"Let me look! Show me!" she insisted.
Shen Yi relented, scooping her up and pointing at the baby.
"Now that we have a little one at home, Jinyao, you’re the big kid."
"You’ll have to take care of your little sister, okay?"
"No more shouting—you’ll scare her."
Jinyao stared at the baby in Fu Nanzhi’s arms, hardly believing she now had a sister.
Her wide eyes sparkled with wonder as she whispered,
"So… I’m a big sister now?"
Shen Yi nodded.
"That’s right. Happy?"
Upon hearing this, her mouth stretched into a wide grin, and she nodded repeatedly, making her little braids sway back and forth.
Shen Yi set her down, and she immediately began bouncing around with unrestrained joy.
"Woo~ I have a little sister now!"
"Hmm?!"
Shen Yi shot her a sharp glare the moment her old mischievous self resurfaced.
Little Jinyao instantly fell silent, clamping both hands tightly over her mouth. Her small face tensed up, and she didn’t dare even breathe too loudly.
Watching her big eyes dart around restlessly, Shen Yi stifled a laugh and whispered,
"Shouldn’t you go finish your homework?"
"I’ll let you come see her after she wakes up."
Jin Yao was about to respond eagerly but, afraid of being too loud, settled for nodding her little head vigorously instead.
As she tiptoed out of the room with exaggerated caution, Fu Nanzhi and Shen Yi exchanged an amused glance, both thoroughly entertained.
Once the laughter subsided, Fu Nanzhi adjusted the swaddled baby in her arms and leaned back against Shen Yi.
The room fell into a peaceful hush, broken only by soft breaths. At that moment, she felt as though life couldn’t possibly be more complete.
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
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!
【Prologue: The Beginning of It All – Use holy water to heal the saintess tainted by demonic energy, then converse with her.】 Shen Nian stared at his older sister sipping yogurt, lost in thought. So you’re telling me my sister is the saintess, and yogurt is the holy water? 【Main Quest 1: Brave Youth, Become an Adventurer! Reward: Rookie Adventurer Title.】 【Side Quest 1: Find the Adorable Kitty! Reward: 1000 Gold Coins.】 Shen Nian: "Wait, I’m a high school senior here—did some guy who got isekai’d accidentally bind his system to me?" Hold on, completing quests gives gold rewards? Titles even boost stats? Is this for real? (A lighthearted, absurd campus comedy—not a revenge power fantasy.)
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.
