A single glance seemed to convey more than a thousand words, and Shen Yi gazed back at her just as intently.
Leaning down until their foreheads touched, he asked,
"What's wrong?"
Fu Nanzhi's nose twitched slightly, and her lips parted hesitantly before she spoke:
"Nothing... I'm just happy."
"Of course you are."
Shen Yi cupped her face in his hands,
"Your face blindness is gone—completely gone!"
"Mhm."
Fu Nanzhi nodded emphatically, planted a kiss on Shen Yi's cheek, and then added,
"It's all thanks to you."
Shen Yi froze for a moment, wondering if Fu Nanzhi had guessed something. He quickly played it off:
"What did I do? It’s not like I performed some miracle cure."
Fu Nanzhi pursed her lips in amusement before explaining,
"Before I met you, I couldn’t even remember what my parents looked like."
"Now, everything’s changed. How could that not be because of you?"
Realizing what she meant, Shen Yi chuckled and pinched her nose lightly.
"As long as you don’t blame me for altering your life."
"I wouldn’t."
Fu Nanzhi rested her head against Shen Yi’s shoulder, her voice muffled.
The two stood quietly in the living room, neither speaking.
The room was serene, and Fu Nanzhi leaned into Shen Yi, savoring the peaceful moment.
After a while, Fu Nanzhi’s breathing evened out as if she’d fallen asleep. Shen Yi patted her back gently and whispered,
"Tired, huh? It’s getting late."
"Let’s go to bed."
"Mhm."
Fu Nanzhi roused from her half-asleep state, pulled away from Shen Yi’s embrace, and straightened up.
"I’ll help you make the bed. Which color do you prefer?"
Shen Yi waved her off with a smile.
"No need. You haven’t even changed yours yet—I’ll handle it."
"As for the color, anything’s fine, just nothing too bright."
Fu Nanzhi pouted.
"You won’t even let me help..."
"What if you mess it up?"
Shen Yi pointed at his own face and laughed.
"You’re treating me like a baby who can’t even make a bed?"
"Go on, get some rest."
"Hmph."
Fu Nanzhi stomped her foot, grabbed a set of bedding, and muttered under her breath,
"So clueless."
"What?"
Shen Yi tilted his head.
"Nothing. I’m leaving."
With that, Fu Nanzhi headed upstairs to her room.
Shen Yi shook his head and crouched down to feel the fabric of the sheets and duvet cover.
He wasn’t familiar with bedding brands, but the material was undeniably soft and comfortable against the skin—clearly, Cheng Jun had put thought into selecting them, and they probably weren’t cheap.
Grabbing a plain-colored set, Shen Yi walked to the control panel, turned off all the lights on the first floor, and went upstairs.
Passing the second floor, he paused to listen. Whether due to soundproofing or the three women already being asleep, it was completely silent.
Shen Yi reached the third floor and entered his room.
The third floor had two master suites, and Shen Yi had chosen the one on the right.
The room was spacious, featuring a walk-in closet, bathroom, and even a small sitting area—compact but functional.
A decorative screen divided the space, and at the center stood an oversized bed, piled high with plush pillows, looking irresistibly cozy.
Shen Yi eyed the bed, then the bedding in his hand, muttering,
"Will this even fit?"
Guest room beds were usually smaller than master suites, and he wasn’t sure if Cheng Jun had accounted for that.
Tossing the bag onto the bed, Shen Yi wheeled his suitcase into the closet.
After unpacking and hanging his clothes, he stood back and remarked,
"This closet is wasted on me..."
His belongings barely filled a tenth of the space, leaving it feeling cavernously empty.
Grabbing a change of clothes, Shen Yi headed to the shower.
The bathtub was massive, but he bypassed it—filling it would take longer than three showers, and he couldn’t be bothered.
"Whoosh..."
Steam gradually fogged up the bathroom door.
Click.
The bedroom door creaked open, and a bright face peeked through the gap—Fu Nanzhi.
She’d changed into pajamas, her cheeks flushed pink from her own recent shower.
Closing the door quietly, she tiptoed inside.
Hearing the water stop, she knew Shen Yi was finishing up.
A mischievous idea struck her, and she hid by the door, ready to "surprise" him.
Meanwhile, Shen Yi wrapped a towel around himself and stood at the sink, pushing back his slightly overgrown hair.
"Forgot to get a haircut last time... I’ll go tomorrow."
He grabbed the hairdryer and ruffled his hair dry.
Towel secured, he pulled open the bathroom door to grab his clothes.
Fu Nanzhi seized the moment, leaping out with her hands raised like claws, eyes wide in mock menace:
"Boo!"
Shen Yi jolted so hard he nearly lost his towel.
"Jesus!"
He blurted out instinctively.
"Ha ha ha!"
Fu Nanzhi doubled over laughing, clutching her stomach.
"Surprise! Did I scare you?"
Shen Yi exhaled sharply, rolling his eyes.
"You... you’re ridiculous."
"Did you really come here just to startle me?"
Truthfully, he hadn’t been scared—just startled.
Honestly, with Fu Nanzhi’s delicate features, even her "scary" face was more adorable than frightening. If she were a ghost, she’d be the kind people willingly followed.
Dropping her act, Fu Nanzhi crossed her arms.
"I didn’t come just to scare you. There’s something important."
Shen Yi straightened, curious.
"What is it?"
Fu Nanzhi beckoned mysteriously.
"Look at this."
She rolled up her sleeve, revealing a slender, porcelain-smooth arm.
Shen Yi inspected it but found nothing unusual.
"What’s wrong with your arm?"
"Did you strain it moving stuff earlier?"
"No, not that."
Fu Nanzhi shook her head, thrusting her arm closer.
"Look again."
"Don’t you think I’ve gotten fairer?"
Shen Yi scratched his head. She was fair, but whether she’d gotten fairer was beyond him—to him, she’d always been pale.
Still, he nodded obligingly.
"Yeah, very fair."
"Right?"
Fu Nanzhi lifted her chin proudly.
"Honey, I almost had a heart attack in the shower earlier."
"Why?"
"I shed."
"Huh?"
Seeing his confusion, Fu Nanzhi leaned in and whispered:
"I was washing up, and when I scrubbed..."
Earlier, after making the bed upstairs, she’d stepped into the shower. The moment the water hit her skin, she’d felt an odd tingling.
She didn’t pay much attention at first, casually scrubbing her body. But as she did, her skin began to peel off like a thin shell wrapped around her, flaking away at the slightest touch. Fu Nanzhi was utterly terrified.
Fortunately, there was no other discomfort. In fact, her newly revealed skin was fair and smooth, almost delicate. She examined herself in the mirror for a long while before rushing over to share the discovery with Shen Yi.
"Honey, do you think I might’ve been a snake spirit in my past life?"
Listening to Fu Nanzhi’s vivid description, Shen Yi already had his suspicions. With a teasing smile, he played along to comfort her.
"A snake spirit? Then I must be Xu Xian, huh?"
"Stop joking! I’m being serious here."
Fu Nanzhi smacked his arm in annoyance, thinking he didn’t believe her. To prove her point, she undid the buttons of her pajamas, revealing her bare, flawless back.
The dazzling whiteness left Shen Yi momentarily stunned. Blinking in surprise, he asked,
"Why aren’t you wearing a bra?"
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
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.
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
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!
