“Excuse me... are you surnamed Shen?”
Though her voice was soft, it struck Shen Yi like a thunderclap.
“How.. how could she know me? In reality, we’ve never crossed paths. Could it be…”
Shen Yi was dumbfounded. He had only harbored such a hope in his heart, but he hadn’t expected it to come true.
Now that Fu Nanzhi had actually approached him to ask, Shen Yi didn’t know how to react.
“Could it be that she also has that memory?!”
Shen Yi couldn’t believe it, his heart pounding uncontrollably as he began to consider this possibility.
Under the moonlight, Fu Nanzhi’s face was veiled by a thin layer of mist. Her complexion was fair and radiant, her eyes sparkling with hope, making it impossible to look away.
Shen Yi felt his throat dry up, his voice rough as he tentatively uttered,
“Nanzhi?”
This was the affectionate nickname he had used for decades, spanning both his past and present lives.
At the sound of the familiar voice, Fu Nanzhi’s eyes widened, and her features relaxed into a radiant expression.
An indescribable joy surged from her chest, flooding her mind.
Before a smile could even form, tears of excitement had already begun to fall.
“......”
Her lips trembled, unable to form a single coherent word, and she threw herself into Shen Yi’s arms.
The force of her embrace caused Shen Yi to take a step back.
Holding the soft figure tightly in his arms, even the usually composed Shen Yi couldn’t help but feel his eyes well up with tears.
The emotional impact was so strong that Fu Nanzhi clung to Shen Yi, her hands gripping his waist fiercely.
Afraid that if she let go, he would disappear again without a trace.
Tear stains soaked his chest, but Fu Nanzhi felt nothing but joy.
“I knew it... I knew it couldn’t be fake...”
She murmured softly, tears streaming down her face as she sobbed,
“Since you’ve also returned, why didn’t you come find me?”
Her tone was a mix of joy and reproach.
“Do you know how hard I’ve been looking for you?”
Hearing her sobs, Shen Yi’s heart ached, and he couldn’t help but blame himself for not being brave enough to take the first step.
Now, all he could do was softly comfort her,
“I thought it was just a dream…”
“You’re a high-born lady, and I’m just a small office worker. How could I have taken it seriously?”
Fu Nanzhi pouted and lightly punched Shen Yi’s chest,
“Nonsense!”
“You know I don’t care about that. All I need is you…”
Shen Yi felt a warm glow in his heart. Being loved by her was his greatest fortune.
If it weren’t for his night run that brought him here, he wouldn’t have known how long he would have remained in the dark.
Fu Nanzhi also had that simulated memory, which must have been the work of the system. Even with his rich imagination, Shen Yi hadn’t initially considered this possibility.
Shen Yi couldn’t explain the simulation to her, so he could only gently deceive Fu Nanzhi.
Shen Yi cupped her face, and though her cheeks were already smudged with tears, it did nothing to diminish her beauty.
“I apologize to you. It’s all my fault.”
Fu Nanzhi was easily appeased and immediately stopped being angry, nestling against his chest and not wanting to leave.
“Honey, do you recognize this?”
Fu Nanzhi called him “honey” so naturally, without any hint of shyness.
She then pulled out a platinum necklace from the valley of her cleavage and excitedly showed it to him.
“Look! You found this for me.”
Shen Yi’s eyes sharpened, and he immediately remembered.
“I know, it was under the cabinet.”
“Yes, yes! The moment I woke up, I went straight to the cabinet to look, and sure enough, I found it. From then on, I knew you couldn’t be fake.”
As she spoke, she chuckled to herself,
“Hehehe.”
Under Fu Nanzhi’s description, Shen Yi gradually activated his memories, unable to help but pinch her nose,
“You silly thing.”
“Honey, let’s go home.”
After calming down, Fu Nanzhi tugged at Shen Yi’s hand, pulling him along.
“Which home?”
Shen Yi teased her with a smile.
Fu Nanzhi stomped her foot angrily, pouting,
“I’m yours, body and soul. What do you mean, which home? They’re all our home.”
“Hahahaha.”
Shen Yi couldn’t suppress his smile as he looked at her charming face, finally letting out a proud laugh.
With a wife like her, what more could a man ask for?
At twenty-something, Fu Nanzhi acted like a little girl in front of Shen Yi, pouting and whining,
“Honey, I want you to carry me home.”
For such a small request, Shen Yi naturally obliged, crouching down and saying,
“Yes, ma’am. Come on up.”
Fu Nanzhi smiled as she leaned on Shen Yi’s back, feeling a sense of security that reached its peak.
Shen Yi stood up, his playful side emerging as he suddenly said,
“Hold on tight, takeoff!”
Then he sprinted forward, fast and steady.
In motion, he exuded a vibrant life force, stirring up endless wind.
It was a late evening breeze, and though the wind was late, the night was not.
Fu Nanzhi’s long hair flew in the wind, the cool breeze hitting her face, making her feel clear-headed and refreshed. She couldn’t help but let out a joyful shout,
“Whoo~”
The two of them, like children, shouted with joy all the way back to the entrance of their community.
The car was still parked in the same spot, the door left open, but luckily it was near the guardhouse, so no one had approached it.
The security guard came up, only to realize that Shen Yi was the same person who had been lingering at the gate earlier.
At the same time, the guard also noticed Fu Nanzhi, who was now lying on Shen Yi’s back. He felt a bit strange,
“Wait, you two know each other? So earlier, you were just acting out a drama scene?”
But with his professional demeanor, he held back his complaints and said seriously,
“Hello, resident. Your car is obstructing the normal flow of traffic. Please move it.”
Fu Nanzhi then shyly stuck out her tongue, whispering the details into Shen Yi’s ear.
“Honey, you drive.”
“Alright.”
Shen Yi smiled and agreed, then turned to thank the guard.
He first went to the passenger side, opened the door, and placed Fu Nanzhi inside before heading to the driver’s seat to start the car and leave.
Seeing the two drive off, the security guard stood alone in the wind, feeling like a dog who had just been shown some public affection.
And he had been kicked for no reason.
After parking the car in the underground garage, the two of them walked hand in hand back to Peaceful Lake Residence.
Throughout the journey, Fu Nanzhi kept her eyes on Shen Yi, her smile never fading.
When they opened the door, Fu Nanzhi searched for a while but couldn’t find a pair of slippers that would fit Shen Yi.
In the end, she had to give him her spare pair.
Seeing Shen Yi wearing the pink, slightly too small slippers, walking in a comical manner, she couldn’t help but laugh until her waist bent.
In her laughter, her chest swayed, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of her figure.
Shen Yi, teased by her, kicked off the slippers and walked barefoot to her, pinching her cheeks into a bun shape,
“Hmm? How dare you laugh at me?”
Fu Nanzhi’s delicate cheeks were squeezed into a funny shape, her red lips looking moist and fresh, her voice distorted as she said,
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I won’t dare anymore, let me go.....”
Shen Yi was just teasing, so he quickly let go of her.
Their eyes met, and both fell silent.
The vast living room was so quiet that one could hear a pin drop, only the faint sound of breathing remaining.
Their faces drew closer, as if pulled by a magnet.

g Yu was preparing for retirement when her organization decided to eliminate her. She transmigrated to a zombie apocalypse world. However, a tiny unexpected situation occurred: She somehow transformed into an adorable little girl?!

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.

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.”

rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!