Cheng Jun had been standing all day in high heels, and being pregnant on top of that, she was utterly exhausted.
Today had been the happiest day of her life, and at first, she hadn’t even noticed the fatigue. But now, lying down, her legs felt weak and sore.
After letting out a long sigh, she suddenly rolled over to face Shen Yi and said,
"Wait… am I dreaming right now?"
Shen Yi tugged off his tie and tossed it aside, then undid the top button of his shirt. Hearing her question, he turned back with an amused chuckle.
"Dreaming? You’re just worn out."
"My legs are still sore. How come you’re not massaging them for me?"
Cheng Jun laughed at her own suspicion, propping her head up with one hand as she gazed at him. The slit of her qipao slipped open, revealing her long, smooth legs.
She rubbed her belly and cooed,
"I’m not exactly in the best condition, you know."
Her words implied not unwillingness but inability. Shen Yi took the hint and obligingly sat down at the foot of the bed.
He patted her hip, signaling her to adjust her position, then took one of her delicate feet in his hands, kneading it with varying pressure.
"Mmm… ah!"
Shen Yi’s fingers dug in like awls, the force penetrating deep. Cheng Jun’s pretty face instantly scrunched up, and she sucked in sharp breaths through gritted teeth.
"Hmm?"
"Feels good, doesn’t it?" Shen Yi chuckled, continuing to work her foot as he teased her.
Cheng Jun felt a mix of soreness and numbness spreading from her foot up her leg, mingled with a strangely relaxing pleasure. She whimpered,
"Husband, lighter, lighter…"
Now that they were married, she had started calling him "husband."
Shen Yi didn’t ease up, joking,
"You’re the one who asked for a massage. If I don’t press hard, it won’t do anything."
"Besides, if it’s just gentle, it’s not a massage—it’s just stroking. Got it?"
By the time he finished, Cheng Jun’s legs were limp, her feet feeling like they were floating on cotton. A fine sheen of sweat dotted her forehead.
"Alright, done."
Shen Yi let go and added,
"Try standing up. You should feel much better now."
Cheng Jun’s eyes sparkled with delight, her cheeks flushed like peach blossoms, her heart brimming with sweetness.
She hooked her leg around the hem of Shen Yi’s shirt and yanked him closer, then leaned up to plant a kiss on his lips as a reward.
Unfortunately, she was still in the critical first trimester, and the baby’s position wasn’t stable yet. They couldn’t take things further, so she settled for nibbling on Shen Yi’s lips to console herself.
After a long moment, she rested her head against his chest and murmured,
"You’ve got something on your mind, don’t you?"
Shen Yi stiffened slightly before quickly replying,
"No, why?"
"Hmph."
Cheng Jun snorted, calling him out directly.
"That call this afternoon… was it from my cousin or Shu Yunyi?"
"Uh…"
"It was Fu Nanzhi. Nothing serious."
Shen Yi fell silent, unwilling to elaborate on what had happened earlier. He didn’t want Cheng Jun overthinking things.
Of all times to call, why now?
Cheng Jun pursed her lips, unconvinced.
Shen Yi had stepped into a corner to take the call, but at one point, his voice had risen uncontrollably, drawing glances from others. His mood had clearly been off.
She wasn’t blind or deaf—she’d noticed. She didn’t even need to deduce; she just knew something was up.
Seeing that she wouldn’t get a straight answer, Cheng Jun didn’t press further. After a moment of thought, she sighed and said,
"Go on, then."
"Huh?"
Shen Yi frowned in confusion.
"Go where?"
Cheng Jun fiddled with the buttons of his shirt and stated bluntly,
"Who knows? To my cousin, or to your precious Yunyi. Wherever you need to go."
Shen Yi was completely baffled, wondering if he’d misheard.
"What are you talking about?"
Cheng Jun buried her face in his chest, pouting as she refused to look at him.
"Today was such an important day. I bet they’re both heartbroken. Shouldn’t you go comfort them?"
Shen Yi assumed she was being sarcastic and reached up to feel her forehead.
"Are you delirious? You don’t feel feverish."
"Ugh, stop it."
Cheng Jun swatted his hand away impatiently.
"I’m not joking."
"Go now, before I change my mind."
Shen Yi was genuinely taken aback. He sat up slightly, studying her with concern.
"Jun, you…"
Cheng Jun nestled against him, mumbling,
"Don’t get too smug. There’s a condition."
After everything they’d been through, their fates—along with those of the others—were already inextricably tangled.
She was sharp enough to understand the complexities at play, and she knew better than to try and force a clean break.
Even though she’d gotten lucky with the baby, securing their marriage through family pressure and emotions, that didn’t mean Shen Yi would—or even could—cut ties with the other two.
She had no idea what outsiders, including their parents, thought. But she knew the truth about Shen Yi’s situation better than anyone.
So what if they were married? Hadn’t Fu Nanzhi and Shu Yunyi also spent lifetimes with him?
If she got complacent now, who knew what kind of trouble might follow?
Better to take control now than to spend her days worrying and policing him.
Shen Yi placed his hands on her shoulders.
"What’s the condition? Tell me."
Cheng Jun wrapped her arms around his neck and said firmly,
"I won’t demand that you love only me. But you have to be devoted to me, put me first in everything…"
"As for the rest… I can turn a blind eye."
With that, she closed her eyes and rested her head on his shoulder, savoring the warmth of the moment.
Her words made Shen Yi’s heart race. He fought to keep his excitement in check, simply stroking her back in response.
First Fu Nanzhi, and now Cheng Jun—both showing signs of acceptance. The thought thrilled him.
No matter what, her willingness to compromise at a time like this—whether out of wisdom or generosity—moved him deeply. He wouldn’t forget this.
After a while, Cheng Jun pulled away and opened her eyes.
"Alright, go on. It’s getting late."
Shen Yi looked down at her, tapping the tip of her nose playfully.
"Tonight’s our wedding night. I can go tomorrow—it’s not like they’ll disappear."
"Are you really okay with this?"
Cheng Jun rolled her eyes.
"What choice do I have?"
"With this baby in me, we can’t do anything anyway. Having you here would just frustrate me."
"So… I’ll go?"
Shen Yi double-checked, still hesitant.
Cheng Jun waved him off impatiently as he kept glancing back.
"Go, go, go!"
Just as he reached the door, she called out again.
"Wait!"
Shen Yi froze mid-step and turned around to see Cheng Jun grinning mischievously.
"Don’t forget to collect wedding gifts from both of them for 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.
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!
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
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?!
