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.
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."
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
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!
