Shu Yunyi sat on the chair, her heart aching with a bittersweet ache.
Although Jin Yao had been born right on schedule, the ultimate victor in this situation wasn’t her.
She had never paid much attention to Cheng Jun before, assuming that if she were to lose to anyone, it would be Fu Nanzhi. Yet, in the end, Cheng Jun had snatched the prize right from under her nose.
The scenes of the couple’s affectionate kisses and their blissful march into matrimony pierced through the screen and straight into her heart.
But what truly shook Shu Yunyi wasn’t just that. When she heard Cheng Jun’s thoughts, even she couldn’t help but glance sideways in surprise.
Cheng Jun herself was stunned speechless upon seeing her own explosive remarks toward Shen Yi in the scene.
Yet it didn’t take long for her to understand—she wasn’t a fool.
Putting herself in that position, she realized this was absolutely something she would do.
As she absorbed the raw emotions reflected in the scenes, Cheng Jun gradually shed her shock and began reevaluating the dynamics between the three of them.
The situation developed rapidly from there, and Fu Nanzhi’s expression grew increasingly peculiar.
Not only had her relationship with Shu Yunyi thawed, but they were now on the verge of becoming close friends.
She stole a cautious glance at Shu Yunyi, only to find Shu Yunyi sneakily looking back at her.
Their eyes met for a fleeting moment, both of them overcome with an inexplicable awkwardness.
Just the day before, they had been locked in a fierce argument—not quite life-or-death, but certainly unwilling to yield an inch.
And now, here they were, reconciling. Judging by the unfolding scenes, their relationship was only improving.
Truly, life was unpredictable. Everything had happened so strangely. The two women lowered their heads, each silently processing the emotions washing over them.
Shu Yunyi quickly brushed aside the awkwardness and began to understand why her future self had changed her attitude.
She realized Fu Nanzhi was genuinely kind-hearted. Had it not been for their irreconcilable differences before, they really could have been the best of friends.
Watching Fu Nanzhi save her life, tirelessly care for her, and even help raise her child, Shu Yunyi was deeply moved.
But the emotional shift was so abrupt that she couldn’t bring herself to strike up a conversation with Fu Nanzhi just yet.
Her lips twitched as she forced a smile to lighten the mood:
"What do we call this? The League of the Heartbroken?"
Fu Nanzhi sighed softly and shook her head in response:
"Not really. Late is just late."
Then, her gaze shifted back to the ongoing scenes on the screen as she added:
"Besides, the fact that we even have a future is thanks to Cheng Jun’s generosity."
Cheng Jun, though inwardly pleased, didn’t dare show too much joy in front of Fu Nanzhi. She awkwardly explained:
"Nanzhi… you know how it is."
"Once the family got involved, I didn’t have much say in the matter."
Cheng Jun knew Shen Yi had always favored Fu Nanzhi—he had even rejected her for Fu Nanzhi’s sake in the past.
Now that she had gained a slight upper hand, she couldn’t afford to gloat. She didn’t dare underestimate her cousin, which was why she had chosen to turn a blind eye after marriage.
Fu Nanzhi waved her hand dismissively.
"It’s fine. I’m not blaming you."
"We all agreed to the three rules."
"And I know Uncle Cheng’s temperament well enough…"
Cheng Jun tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear and replied quietly:
"As long as you understand, Nanzhi."
The atmosphere settled back into calm as they resumed their silent watch over the scenes.
The footage played on relentlessly, each of them observing the developments with mixed expressions.
It was as if someone had hit fast-forward—everything unfolded in a dizzying rush.
What had started with arguments, even resentment, had evolved into compromise, understanding, and eventually friendship.
They shopped together, dined together, chatted idly, and even took their children on outings.
Years passed, the children grew, and their hearts gradually settled into a peaceful rhythm, with only the occasional ripple disturbing the calm.
From quarrels and breakups to stumbles and laughter, the scenes overflowed with the essence of everyday life.
This "movie" spared no detail.
The children’s scrapes and giggles, the mundane yet heartwarming snippets of their lives—everything was laid bare.
Cheng Jun couldn’t help but smile as she watched Jin Yao chasing after Yixin, shouting "Brother! Brother!"
But her amusement didn’t last long—the film was far too thorough, even showcasing intimate moments without the slightest omission.
The screen now displayed Shen Yi and Cheng Jun, now a long-married couple, locking eyes and immediately melting into a passionate kiss.
As their clothes began to vanish from the screen, Cheng Jun’s face burned with embarrassment.
Her cheeks flushed crimson, like a kettle about to boil over, as she frantically tried to block the other two’s view:
"Don’t look!"
"No, no, no… you two—stop watching!"
She made a futile attempt to cover Fu Nanzhi’s eyes, but it was hopeless.
Peeking at others’ private moments was human nature—especially when it was right there in the open.
Fu Nanzhi, grinning mischievously, held Cheng Jun’s arm back while eagerly drinking in the sight, her eyes sparkling with interest.
Shu Yunyi, seated farther away, was temporarily spared Cheng Jun’s desperate interference.
As the scene grew increasingly inappropriate, Shu Yunyi’s lips twitched, and she turned her head away, unwilling to watch.
Yet curiosity got the better of her, and she couldn’t resist stealing glances through the gaps in her hair.
Meanwhile, Cheng Jun struggled in vain to block Fu Nanzhi’s view—nothing escaped those keen eyes.
No wonder she was so flustered. The Cheng Jun on-screen was a married woman, a mother, but the present Cheng Jun was still an untouched maiden.
Though she had absorbed some of the emotions from the scenes, such explicit imagery was still too much for her to handle.
Realizing she couldn’t stop Fu Nanzhi, Cheng Jun gave up entirely.
She stole one glance at the naked figures on-screen before immediately lowering her head, covering her face in shame.
This was beyond humiliating.
Fu Nanzhi, however, remained riveted, her eyes glued to the screen.
She even had the audacity to glance back at Cheng Jun, as if comparing the two versions.
Thankfully, the scene soon passed, and Cheng Jun hesitantly raised her head, her face still burning.
She kept her gaze fixed straight ahead, not daring to look sideways, terrified of being teased.
‘This is so embarrassing…’
‘Shen Yi must be behind this. That scoundrel!’
Before she could dwell on it further, the scenes continued.
As if worried about playing favorites, the footage soon shifted to Fu Nanzhi, who didn’t escape unscathed either.
Seizing the chance for revenge, Cheng Jun widened her eyes, determined not to miss a single detail.
Fu Nanzhi felt a flicker of shyness—she hadn’t expected her own scenes to appear.
But unlike Cheng Jun, she had experience in intimacy, and there were no outsiders here.
Having been married to Shen Yi in another life, combined with her naturally bold desires, her skin was far thicker than Cheng Jun’s.
At that moment, she was covering her mouth as she watched, utterly unable to stop Cheng Jun and Shu Yunyi. Instead, she adjusted her sitting posture to get a better view.
Cheng Jun’s blush never faded. When the scene reached a critical point, she cupped her cheeks, torn between resistance and curiosity.
She had always known Fu Nanzhi had a good figure, but she hadn’t realized just how impressive her "Nanzhi-jie" truly was.
The more she watched, the more deflated she became, her lips pursing in frustration as she glanced down at her own modest chest, growing increasingly self-conscious and annoyed.
Shu Yunyi smirked, crossing her arms and leaning back in her chair to observe carefully.
‘Hmph…’
Not to boast, but when it came to figures, she had never lost to anyone.
Even if Fu Nanzhi was naturally gifted in that department, she still wasn’t a match for Shu Yunyi.
As for Cheng Jun—that little girl—she posed no threat at all. Shu Yunyi felt even comparing the two of them would be unfair.
But before Shu Yunyi could revel in her pride for long, the scene suddenly shifted to include her.
The footage meticulously showed how she had heard the commotion, slowly approached the room, then ‘accidentally’ walked into the wrong one—only to be pulled inside by Shen Yi with a mix of reluctance and compliance.
Cheng Jun’s twenty-plus years of life experience crumbled into useless scraps of paper at that moment. The scene before her felt utterly alien.
Yet, despite her shock, there was an inexplicable allure to it, leaving her eyes darting around, unsure where to focus.
She stared, jaw slack, unable to close her mouth for the longest time.
“Huh?”
“Huh?”
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!
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
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.
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
