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.

Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"

transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”

ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!

ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!