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.
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
o a martial world and obtained a system that allowed him to draw one entry per year. Unfortunately, all he drew were useless white-tier entries. The probability for high-quality entries was extremely low, with the highest-tier mythic entry having a mere 0.001% chance! To increase the probability, he had to improve his martial realm, but he lacked the innate talent for cultivation. At the age of eighteen, Chen Yi fell into the hands of a gang and was forced into hard labor. Just as his life seemed destined for a bleak end, on his 18th entry draw, he actually pulled a mythic entry—Simulator! In the simulation, he could also draw one entry every year that passed, and upon ending the simulation, he would inherit all entries and his martial realm! In his first simulation, Chen Yi struggled desperately just to survive, knowing that living one more year meant one more entry draw! Finally, with hair turned white, he drew the entry he had longed for—Low-Grade Innate Talent! "Hahaha! Don't bully the old and poor! Time to cultivate and inherit my cultivation base!" ... From then on, Chen Yi continuously simulated and drew entries, his martial realm soaring higher and higher! Epic, legendary, and even mythic entries were gathered into his collection one after another! "What demon race or devil race? What dark turmoil? I don't know anything about that. They just charged at me screaming 'How can you possibly ascend to immortality?!' and got stuck to my fists, unable to be shaken off. Blind spots, speed bumps... go talk to my simulator. We're all struggling to survive out here. I'm trying so hard, so how are they still alive?"
Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
