At the dining table, Shen Yi held his bowl and said,
"The dishes today are a bit simple, hope you don’t mind."
"Didn’t have much time to prepare, but I’ll make it up to you all tonight."
Shu Yunyi picked up a piece of water bamboo and chewed it before replying,
"It’s fine. We don’t eat much anyway—four dishes are more than enough."
Cheng Jun chimed in,
"I don’t mind either. As long as it tastes good, that’s what matters. Definitely better than what I could whip up."
Usually, lunch was either eaten out or ordered in, so this rare homely atmosphere with home-cooked food was something she actually quite enjoyed.
Shen Yi laughed, suddenly feeling a little bashful at the praise, and quickly urged the three to focus on their meal.
Fu Nanzhi, however, remained quiet, quietly picking at the fish in front of her.
She couldn’t handle spicy food, so she hadn’t touched the stir-fried pork with peppers.
Noticing this, Shen Yi placed a piece of the dish in her bowl.
"These are bell peppers—not spicy at all. It’s savory, so don’t worry."
He was generally aware of the three women’s preferences and had been careful to avoid anything they disliked. So far, his cooking had been well-received.
But Fu Nanzhi’s silence wasn’t about the food. She was debating whether to share the news at the table.
When Shen Yi spoke to her, she immediately looked up, locking eyes with him. Though she didn’t say a word, her meaning was clear:
Should we tell them now?
Shen Yi understood instantly. He hadn’t expected Fu Nanzhi to be in such a hurry—he’d originally planned to bring it up later when everyone was free.
It wasn’t that now was a bad time, but lunch was short, and they all had work in the afternoon. Such important news might be better saved for later.
With that in mind, Shen Yi reached under the table and gently patted Fu Nanzhi’s leg, signaling her to stay calm.
Then he set down his bowl and chopsticks, cleared his throat, and said,
"There’s something... I need to tell you all."
The moment he spoke, Shu Yunyi and Cheng Jun turned their heads toward him, curious about what he had to say.
Under their combined gaze, Shen Yi felt a flicker of nervousness, but he quickly steadied himself and continued without pause,
"It’s good news."
"Nanzhi... is pregnant."
The words hung in the air for a second before Shu Yunyi and Cheng Jun exclaimed in unison,
"What?!"
They looked at Shen Yi, then turned to Fu Nanzhi, who was blushing slightly. The news hit them like a shockwave, leaving them momentarily stunned.
Fu Nanzhi? Pregnant? The idea sounded so foreign that it took a moment to sink in.
Shu Yunyi was the first to recover, asking skeptically,
"When did this happen? Was it during the check-up this morning?"
"Yeah," Fu Nanzhi replied softly, her voice a mix of joy and apprehension.
Seeing her expression, Shu Yunyi realized this wasn’t a joke.
Meanwhile, Cheng Jun choked on her food, coughing violently until tears welled up in her eyes.
Sitting beside Fu Nanzhi, she ignored her flushed face and grabbed Fu Nanzhi’s arm in disbelief.
"Nanzhi... I thought you couldn’t...?"
Her surprise wasn’t unfounded. Fu Nanzhi had a medical condition, and past signs had suggested as much.
Fu Nanzhi hadn’t hidden it before—both Shu Yunyi and Cheng Jun had their own children, while Fu Nanzhi only had Little Lingdang, whom she’d adopted.
Even Fu Nanzhi herself wasn’t entirely sure how it had happened and could only murmur vaguely,
"I don’t know the details either, but the blood test this morning confirmed it..."
"That’s wonderful! Congratulations, Nanzhi!" Shu Yunyi quickly offered her well-wishes, knowing how much Fu Nanzhi adored children. After all, she’d often helped with childcare in the past.
Now that her wish had come true, her happiness was immeasurable.
Cheng Jun’s smile soon turned genuine too. She wasn’t jealous—just utterly shocked by the news, which had left her momentarily speechless.
Fu Nanzhi’s relief was palpable. She’d worried there might be tension, but the two had accepted it so easily that she finally relaxed.
As the three women huddled together, fussing over Fu Nanzhi as if she were a treasure, Shen Yi quickly interjected,
"Let’s eat first. We can talk more afterward."
"Otherwise the food will get cold."
He then tempered their excitement slightly.
"Actually, it’s only been a week. We just happened to find out early—otherwise, we wouldn’t have known for at least another month."
After this little interlude, none of them had much appetite left. They absentmindedly took a few more bites before abandoning their bowls and gathering on the living room couch, whispering among themselves.
Shen Yi called after them, but they ignored him. When he asked them to help with the dishes, they all insisted they needed to take care of Fu Nanzhi, the expectant mother—their excuse so lofty he couldn’t argue.
With a resigned sigh, Shen Yi shook his head and started clearing the table himself.
What could he do? When they ganged up like this, he had no choice but to retreat.
After swiftly tidying up and drying his hands, he walked into the living room.
"What are you all talking about?"
The moment he appeared, their chatter stopped.
"Not telling you," Cheng Jun teased, sticking out her tongue before turning away.
"Yeah, go away. No eavesdropping on our secrets," Shu Yunyi added, lounging with one foot dangling in a slipper as she shooed him off.
Fu Nanzhi, sandwiched between them, hid behind a cushion, blocking Shen Yi from view.
Clueless about their little secret, Shen Yi snorted.
"Fine, don’t tell me. I don’t even care."
With that, he turned and walked away.
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
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.”
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.
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!"
