Facing Fu Nanzhi's challenging gaze, Shen Yi directly grabbed her arm and started tickling her.
Can a husband's authority be undermined like this? Especially after he had just mentioned his talent!
Fu Nanzhi couldn't hold back her laughter, her challenging expression crumbling into a distorted grin.
"Do you know you're wrong?"
"I'm wrong, I'm wrong! I surrender, I surrender."
Fu Nanzhi laughed so hard her whole body shook, leaving her with no strength to resist and forcing her to bow her head in surrender.
"Hmph..."
Shen Yi released her wrist and snorted, lifting his chin proudly.
Fu Nanzhi, with half-closed eyes, snuggled into Shen Yi's embrace like a cat, murmuring,
"Husband, I want a kiss..."
Which man could resist such a test? Anyone who could hold back for three seconds without kissing her would be a god.
Shen Yi was just an ordinary man, and he didn't hesitate for a second before responding.
The voices gradually softened, leaving only the sounds of intimate whispers.
The night was quiet and long.
There was still plenty of time.
The next day, the bright sunlight woke Fu Nanzhi from her sleep.
Opening her eyes, she instinctively reached out to touch the side of the bed, only to find it empty.
Her husband was nowhere to be seen, and panic surged within her as she called out:
"Husband!"
"Hey, what is it?"
She heard a response from outside the room, and then Shen Yi, holding a spatula, pushed the door open and peeked in.
"You're awake, what did you call me for?"
Seeing Shen Yi's figure, Fu Nanzhi's heart immediately calmed down, and she revealed a sweet smile, saying:
"Nothing, I just missed you."
"You're crazy... if the pot burns, you'll have to eat it, you know."
Shen Yi couldn't help but roll his eyes at her before closing the door and leaving.
After Shen Yi left, Fu Nanzhi hugged her pillow and rolled around on the bed, giggling incessantly. The joy in her heart was about to overflow.
This was the life she had always dreamed of.
It's back, everything is back.
Not lingering too long, she prepared to get up.
No dream could compare to the beauty of her current life, so she didn't indulge in sleep.
"Ouch..."
As soon as she sat up, she let out a surprised cry, feeling as if her whole body was falling apart.
Her upper body was sore, her lower body ached, and she was in a state of general discomfort.
She had been too happy earlier and hadn't noticed, but now she couldn't even get out of bed.
At this moment, Shen Yi had finished making breakfast and came in hearing her cry.
Seeing Fu Nanzhi's immobility, he felt both heartache and amusement, teasing her:
"You asked for it last night, look at you now, you can't even stand up."
With his physical talent, this amount of exercise was nothing to him, and he would recover after eating.
Fu Nanzhi was just an ordinary person, and being able to last that long could be considered extraordinary.
Unfortunately, although she had experience, her body didn't, especially since it was her first time.
If Shen Yi hadn't stopped her, she might have kept going.
"I wanted to..."
Fu Nanzhi knew she had gone too far and smiled sheepishly, seeking forgiveness.
"You have to take responsibility for your own body, you know?"
"I know, I know."
Fu Nanzhi stuck out her tongue and tried to move closer to Shen Yi.
"Go away, you haven't even washed up yet, you're filthy."
Shen Yi quickly pretended to be disgusted.
Fu Nanzhi didn't care, shamelessly reaching out to Shen Yi,
"Husband, carry me over..."
"Wait, let me get you a nightgown."
Turning into the wardrobe, Shen Yi found a sleepdress and helped her put it on.
Then, Shen Yi picked Fu Nanzhi up and carried her into the bathroom to help her wash up.
They had been busy until early morning, and she had been unable to move then, so Shen Yi had carried her over for a shower.
Placing Fu Nanzhi on the toilet seat first, he squeezed toothpaste onto her toothbrush and handed it to her.
"Here, spit the foam here."
At the sink, Shen Yi soaked a washcloth, walked over, and supported her head, saying:
"Good girl, lift your head."
He then carefully wiped her cheeks.
Fu Nanzhi's little feet dangled in the air, thoroughly enjoying Shen Yi's service, almost humming with delight.
"Alright, let's go eat breakfast now, it might get cold."
Bending down, he picked Fu Nanzhi up again and carried her downstairs to the dining room.
Placing her on a chair, Shen Yi went into the kitchen to bring out the food.
He served her a bowl of porridge, handed her a spoon and chopsticks, and then sat down across from her.
"Eat."
For breakfast, Shen Yi had made porridge, fried a few eggs, and sautéed some vegetables.
It was simple, mainly due to the limited ingredients, but it was enough for a morning meal.
"Hey, husband, where's the bedsheet we used last night?"
Fu Nanzhi stirred her porridge with a spoon to cool it down.
Shen Yi frowned and said:
"It's in the laundry basket. We're having breakfast, don't talk about that."
Last night's bedsheet was too dirty to sleep on, so Shen Yi had replaced it with a new one for them to sleep on.
"Oh... I was just asking."
Satisfied with the answer, she took a sip of the porridge, her eyes lighting up as she praised:
"Wow, husband, you're amazing! It's so good."
"Don't overdo it, it's just ordinary porridge, not some magical soup."
"Hehe, it's what my husband made, not even a magical soup could compare."
Fu Nanzhi didn't hold back her praise, and even though Shen Yi knew she was exaggerating, he couldn't help but curl his lips in a smile.
"Alright, if you like it, eat more, replenish your energy."
At this, Fu Nanzhi looked troubled at her chest and said:
"If I replenish, it'll grow, I'd rather not."
Shen Yi pushed the plate closer to her, making it easier for her to reach, and said disapprovingly:
"It's to make up for what you lost last night."
"I think you'll have a hard time moving today, take a day off at home, don't forget to call your company."
Fu Nanzhi nodded,
"Yeah, my legs are so sore and swollen."
"Hmph, you asked for it, remember to be more restrained next time."
Breakfast was quickly finished, and Shen Yi got up to clear the dishes.
Fu Nanzhi instinctively tried to stop him:
"Husband, let me do it."
Shen Yi patted her hand away and said softly:
"Enough, you're a patient now, save your strength."
Then, he carried the dishes and turned into the kitchen.
Fu Nanzhi giggled, cupping her cheeks and staring at Shen Yi's back, lost in thought.
There weren't many dishes, and Shen Yi quickly finished cleaning up, drying his hands on a towel.
"Come on, I'll carry you upstairs to rest, you shouldn't move around much now."
Fu Nanzhi obediently wrapped her arms around Shen Yi's neck and let him do as he pleased.
In bed, Fu Nanzhi was using her phone to ask for leave in a group chat.
Shen Yi came over and placed a pillow behind her, making her more comfortable.
He then started tidying up the scattered clothes on the floor and used tissues.
Fu Nanzhi was too distracted to focus on her phone, just watching Shen Yi busy himself.
Seeing him about to start mopping, Fu Nanzhi quickly said:
"Hey, husband, don't bother, we can ask the auntie to clean later."
Shen Yi crossed his arms, looking at the room, which was finally neat, and didn't insist, sitting down on the bed.
"Alright, what do you want to talk about?"
"Just chat casually."
Fu Nanzhi's eyes rolled as she asked him,
"Husband, did you save my cousin once?"
"Who?"
"My cousin, Cheng Jun, you met her at our wedding."
This statement made Shen Yi's heart skip a beat.

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!

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.”

ine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】 【You rely on each other, becoming each other's support】 【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl's eyes fades】 …… 【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】 【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】 【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】 【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】 …… One simulation after another, one encounter after another. Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: "Wait, you said you're coming to the real world to find me?"

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.