That night, the clouds hung heavy in the sky.
It was an overcast day, and though the bright moon hung high, it remained veiled behind a gauzy shroud.
Cheng Jun, freshly showered, leaned against the balcony railing in her pajamas.
She tilted her head up, gazing at the moon hidden behind the gray clouds, her mind drifting back to her last casual conversation with Fu Nanzhi.
"Nanzhi-jie..."
Her phone screen lingered on a chat window, the words she typed deleted and rewritten over and over.
"Young miss, the weather’s turning cold—be careful not to catch a chill."
The voice from behind startled Cheng Jun. Instinctively, she turned off her screen and turned around with a smile.
"Alright, I understand, Auntie Zhang."
"Mhm."
Auntie Zhang acknowledged her and pointed to the water glass she’d placed by the bedside.
"I’ve left water for you here. It’s getting late—you should rest soon."
"Call me if you need anything."
Cheng Jun shook her head and stepped inside, drawing the curtains shut.
"I’m fine for now. Auntie, you should rest too—don’t overwork yourself."
"Alright, I’ll just tidy up a bit more and then I’m done."
With a few more murmurs, Auntie Zhang retreated, closing the door behind her.
Cheng Jun sighed softly and flopped onto the bed.
Opening her chat with Shen Yi, the last message was him praising the mooncakes she’d made. Her fingers hovered over the keypad, but she didn’t know where to begin.
The night stretched long, and sleep eluded her.
Cheng Jun was usually someone who couldn’t fall asleep before eleven, but tonight, for some reason, her eyelids grew heavy the moment she lay down.
Glancing at her phone, she saw it wasn’t even ten yet. She fought against the drowsiness for a while, but eventually succumbed.
The glowing phone slipped slowly from her grasp.
Some time later, Cheng Jun slowly opened her eyes.
She awoke in a void, surrounded by darkness, save for a distant glimmer of light.
Instinctively, she moved toward it, only to find a radiant door upon drawing closer.
Stepping through, her vision flooded with brightness, and the world around her transformed.
...
The moon, obscured by shifting clouds, cast alternating patches of light and shadow along the campus path.
Shu Yunyi walked back under the moonlight, the click-clack of her high heels echoing in the quiet.
She’d worked a little late today, so her return was delayed.
Dragging her weary body into the apartment, she tossed her bag onto the table and collapsed onto the sofa.
Her long legs curled up, and the slightest twitch of her toes sent waves of soreness through her feet.
At times like these, she missed Shen Yi’s massages—his strong hands working out the tension, leaving her refreshed and pain-free the next day.
With that thought, she picked up her phone, ready to video-call him and check in, making sure he was behaving.
Though Shen Yi had already updated her earlier, she’d been too busy to pay attention.
The call rang for a long while, unanswered. She huffed and sent two sharp messages instead.
Placing the phone on the coffee table, she muttered under her breath,
"If you don’t reply by the time I’m back, you’re dead."
With that, she gathered her long hair and headed to the bathroom.
Half an hour later, Shu Yunyi emerged from the steamy bathroom, wrapped in a towel.
She dried her hair, then picked up her phone—only to frown in irritation when she saw no response.
Retreating to the bedroom, she pulled the covers over herself and pouted as she dialed Shen Yi again.
The phone’s ringing buzzed in her ear, but exhaustion suddenly crashed over her.
Her eyelids grew heavy, and before she knew it, the sound of the dial tone lulled her into sleep.
When she opened her eyes again, she was no longer at home.
Shu Yunyi ignored the call still going, ignored the fact she was fully dressed, and simply stumbled toward the light in a daze.
The door loomed closer, its glow almost blinding.
Drawn by some unseen force, she stepped forward—and crossed the threshold.
...
Fu Nanzhi had gone to bed early.
Her hands rested atop the covers as she watched the full moon outside, repeatedly swallowed by clouds, its glow flickering in and out of view.
Her family had hosted guests for dinner, and at her mother Ji Shulan’s insistence, she’d stayed the night.
The door creaked open, and Ji Shulan entered.
Her hair was down, freshly moisturized skin carrying a faint floral scent as she settled onto the bed.
Fu Nanzhi scooted over to make room, and Ji Shulan slipped under the covers.
Mother and daughter planned to share a heart-to-heart tonight.
Once settled, Ji Shulan turned to her and asked,
"Nanzhi, how are things with Xiao Shen lately?"
Fu Nanzhi kept her eyes on the window and replied,
"Fine. Everything’s good."
Ji Shulan gave her a sidelong glance.
"What’s wrong? You don’t sound too excited. Did you two argue?"
"No, not at all."
Fu Nanzhi turned to meet her mother’s gaze.
"Oh..."
Ji Shulan relaxed slightly and continued,
"That’s good then..."
"Don’t misunderstand what your father meant at dinner. If you think it’s serious, bring him home to meet us."
"He’s just curious about this boyfriend you’re so protective of—too embarrassed to ask himself, so he had me bring it up."
Fu Nanzhi’s eyes curved into crescents, her voice brightening.
"Sure, but maybe not right away..."
"I don’t think he’s ready yet."
"Alright."
Ji Shulan didn’t press further. She’d met Shen Yi before.
From what she could tell, the two shared a natural chemistry—at the very least, marriage wouldn’t be fraught with conflict.
Her daughter was already in her mid-twenties; if she waited much longer, she’d be considered an old maid.
Curiosity piqued, Ji Shulan leaned in and whispered,
"Nanzhi, tell me—how did you two meet?"
Fu Nanzhi buried half her face in the blanket, her voice muffled.
"I’ve told you before—we met at work."
"Obviously."
Ji Shulan’s brows arched.
"I know it was at work. I meant the details—how it happened, understand?"
Fu Nanzhi’s eyes softened as she recalled the memory, warmth blooming in her chest.
"Back then, he handed me a contract..."
"......"
Ji Shulan waited, but no further explanation came. She turned sharply, only to nearly scoff in disbelief.
Fu Nanzhi’s eyes were closed, her breathing steady—she’d fallen asleep without warning.
"You little brat, pretending to sleep on me..."
She nudged Fu Nanzhi’s shoulder, convinced it was an act.
But Fu Nanzhi didn’t stir, her even breaths confirming she was truly asleep.
Ji Shulan’s expression softened, and she muttered,
"Guess she really is exhausted. Must’ve had a long day."
With a sigh, she tucked Fu Nanzhi’s arms under the blanket to keep her warm, smoothed the covers, and lay down herself.
Meanwhile, Fu Nanzhi, inexplicably drained, opened her eyes in the darkness.
Guided by a sliver of light, she approached the door—and without hesitation, stepped through.
In an instant, the scenery transformed.
She found herself in a spacious room enclosed by walls, with a floor-to-ceiling window directly ahead. The room was nearly empty, save for four chairs.
Fu Nanzhi, unsure of what was happening, moved forward cautiously and sat on one of the chairs, guided by instinct.
The next moment, the door swayed, and Cheng Jun stepped in, bathed in light.
“Zhuyun?”
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
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!
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?!
