One knows whether the water is warm or cold by drinking it themselves.
This could be considered a last resort when no other options remain.
Shu Yunyi was startled by her own bold idea, but upon reflection, wasn’t it the only way?
After enduring so many hardships and accumulating so many unforgettable memories, letting go now was simply impossible for Shu Yunyi.
‘Besides, I still have Yaoyao…’
Distracted, Shu Yunyi murmured to herself.
The option of retreat didn’t exist, and with Cheng Jun’s situation already set in stone, the remaining choice became glaringly obvious.
On Fu Nanzhi’s side, seeing Shu Yunyi gradually calm down, she finally felt at ease enough to leave.
She had stayed this long—caring for her, keeping her company—precisely because she feared Shu Yunyi might spiral again.
Now that Shu Yunyi had stabilized, her task was complete.
“In that case, I’ll take my leave.”
“Get some rest. Life only gives you one chance—don’t ever think of throwing it away again.”
With this final warning, Fu Nanzhi stood up to go.
“Ouch…”
As she rose, her leg bumped against the edge of the coffee table. Though the impact wasn’t strong, the bruise from her earlier fall hadn’t yet faded.
The contact naturally drew a sharp hiss from her.
“What’s wrong? Are you alright?”
The sound snapped Shu Yunyi out of her thoughts, and she immediately turned to her with concern.
“It’s nothing.”
Fu Nanzhi straightened up, forcing a smile.
“Just a minor bump. I’ll spray some Yunnan Baiyao when I get back.”
Shu Yunyi quickly pieced together what had happened.
“You hurt yourself saving me earlier, didn’t you?”
“I’m sorry.”
Guilt weighed heavily on Shu Yunyi’s heart. Not only had Fu Nanzhi saved her, but she’d also gotten injured in the process.
Logically, Fu Nanzhi had no obligation to intervene—she could’ve easily ignored Shu Yunyi’s plight. Yet she’d come anyway.
A faint smile touched Fu Nanzhi’s lips as she brushed it off.
“No big deal.”
“If you think about it, trading a bruise for a life is a pretty good deal.”
Her words carried a generous spirit, warming Shu Yunyi’s heart.
For a moment, she couldn’t help imagining how nice it might be to live under the same roof with someone like her.
No matter what, a personality like hers would eliminate ninety percent of potential conflicts.
Just then, the sound of a passcode being entered echoed from the door.
It swung open, and both women turned to see—unexpectedly—Shen Yi stepping inside.
Fu Nanzhi’s initial surprise quickly gave way to a smile.
Shu Yunyi, however, felt shock first, then a creeping dread.
[On their wedding night, Cheng Jun magnanimously let you leave.]
[Worried about Shu Yunyi, you rushed over without delay.]
[Fortunately, Fu Nanzhi’s intervention had averted disaster—aside from a few bruises, no one was seriously hurt.]
[Shu Yunyi was both relieved and terrified by your arrival. Fearful of your disappointment, she clung to Fu Nanzhi like a lifeline, desperate to keep her from leaving.]
[Though anger simmered in your chest, the sight of her trembling hesitation softened your heart.]
[It was Fu Nanzhi who mediated, explaining the situation and urging you to understand.]
[Her words struck you like hammer blows, deepening your guilt toward them. Relenting, you chose not to press the matter further.]
[Still, you laid down the law: Shu Yunyi was never to touch another drop of alcohol. This was for her own good—your non-negotiable bottom line.]
[Shu Yunyi, already on edge, eagerly agreed.]
After the turmoil, Fu Nanzhi was deeply puzzled by your sudden appearance, suspecting you had sneaked out without permission.
You earnestly explained yourself to them, sharing the ideas you had discussed with Cheng Jun.
You had brought it up tentatively, never expecting it to align perfectly with what the two of them had just been talking about.
Their responses were vague and ambiguous, a far cry from their initial resistance.
Though somewhat embarrassed, Shu Yunyi and Fu Nanzhi eventually acquiesced to this unusual arrangement, albeit reluctantly.
Overjoyed, you let out a huge sigh of relief. The situation had taken a dramatic turn, and you could finally see hope for a happy resolution.
A month after the wedding, taking advantage of Cheng Jun’s visible pregnancy, the two of you went on a honeymoon.
Cheng Jun cherished having you all to herself during that time. True to her word, she remained silent about your actions afterward, even deliberately giving you space when needed.
Her wisdom greatly eased the tension between the other two women, and with her turning a blind eye, life settled into a peaceful rhythm.
As days passed, you never neglected their needs despite the newfound harmony.
With Cheng Jun’s due date approaching, you devoted more time to caring for and accompanying her.
Fu Nanzhi and Shu Yunyi understood, and during this period, their own relationship improved significantly. They laughed and chatted so often that outsiders might have mistaken them for sisters.
Time flew by, and soon it was time for childbirth.
Thanks to Cheng Jun’s excellent nutrition during pregnancy, the baby had grown quite large, making the delivery slow and arduous.
Outside the delivery room, you, your parents, and Cheng Tianwei and Wen Ya waited anxiously until finally, a cry announced the baby’s arrival.
You were blessed with a son, weighing eight pounds and six ounces.
The entire family was overjoyed. Cheng Tianwei, who had put all work on hold, finally let his emotions show, clenching his fists in relief.
You entered to see Cheng Jun, her forehead damp with sweat, her hair sticking to her skin. Her eyes shone with exhaustion and happiness.
After whispering words of encouragement, you held her hand and stayed by her side.
The two families, delighted by the healthy baby boy, couldn’t stop doting on the little one in the bassinet, treating him as if he were the most precious treasure.
When it came to naming the child, after some discussion, the task fell to Cheng Tianwei.
He glanced at you, pondered for a moment, and came up with a simple yet meaningful name: Yixin.
From then on, the child would be called Shen Yixin. As for the nickname, Cheng Jun followed Cheng Tianwei’s lead and settled on Kaixin—meaning "happy," a wish for his future to be filled with joy.
With the birth of her child, Cheng Jun felt content, her heart at peace. She no longer yearned for anything more.
As the dust settled and relationships mellowed, the three women gradually grew closer.
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
o a martial world and obtained a system that allowed him to draw one entry per year. Unfortunately, all he drew were useless white-tier entries. The probability for high-quality entries was extremely low, with the highest-tier mythic entry having a mere 0.001% chance! To increase the probability, he had to improve his martial realm, but he lacked the innate talent for cultivation. At the age of eighteen, Chen Yi fell into the hands of a gang and was forced into hard labor. Just as his life seemed destined for a bleak end, on his 18th entry draw, he actually pulled a mythic entry—Simulator! In the simulation, he could also draw one entry every year that passed, and upon ending the simulation, he would inherit all entries and his martial realm! In his first simulation, Chen Yi struggled desperately just to survive, knowing that living one more year meant one more entry draw! Finally, with hair turned white, he drew the entry he had longed for—Low-Grade Innate Talent! "Hahaha! Don't bully the old and poor! Time to cultivate and inherit my cultivation base!" ... From then on, Chen Yi continuously simulated and drew entries, his martial realm soaring higher and higher! Epic, legendary, and even mythic entries were gathered into his collection one after another! "What demon race or devil race? What dark turmoil? I don't know anything about that. They just charged at me screaming 'How can you possibly ascend to immortality?!' and got stuck to my fists, unable to be shaken off. Blind spots, speed bumps... go talk to my simulator. We're all struggling to survive out here. I'm trying so hard, so how are they still alive?"
