During a summer vacation when cicadas chirped incessantly and a breeze carried faint traces of coolness, dispelling the summer heat, the courtyard of Caixin County Orphanage rustled with the sound of leaves swaying in the wind.
A boy, noticeably taller than his peers, stood proudly in the center of the courtyard, serving his punishment.
Gu Guodong, slightly hunched, looked at him with exasperation and scolded,
"Ah Feng, you’re causing trouble again!"
"Hold out your hand."
Obediently, Gu Feng stretched out his small hand, grinning cheekily as he said,
"Grandpa Director, go easy on me, okay?"
"Go easy? You still have the nerve to ask for that?" Gu Guodong smacked Gu Feng’s palm twice, barely containing his anger as he demanded,
"How many times is this now? A kind-hearted couple wanted to adopt you, and instead of being grateful, you poured water on their heads?!"
Glancing around to ensure no one was nearby, he lowered his voice and said with frustration,
"Among all the healthy kids your age, you’re the only one still stuck in this orphanage. Are you stupid?"
"That couple was well-off—why couldn’t you just behave?"
"Do you really plan to stay here until you grow up?"
"Tch... I could tell they weren’t good people," Gu Feng muttered under his breath, showing no sign of remorse.
"You—! Ah, forget it..." Gu Guodong heaved a heavy sigh and shook his head helplessly.
"Fine, that’s enough for now. Some corporate donors are coming today to make a contribution—don’t go running off."
"Stay right here and serve your punishment. Two hours."
"Got it."
Gu Feng nodded half-heartedly, putting on an obedient front. But the moment Gu Guodong turned and walked away, he bolted like a bird freed from its cage.
Only an idiot would actually stand there for two hours.
If he got caught, he’d just get his hands smacked again—no big deal, it didn’t even hurt.
With that thought, Gu Feng sneaked off to the nursery, wanting to check on the younger kids.
However, as soon as he reached the nursery, he spotted a little girl in a white dress, as delicate as a doll, speaking to a young staff member:
"Big sister, there’s a baby crying inside. Why aren’t you comforting them?"
The staff member barely glanced at the girl before returning to her phone, indifferent.
The girl, distressed, looked back at the wailing baby and pressed again, her voice tinged with urgency:
"Big sister, this isn’t right. There’s a baby crying—how can you just play on your phone?"
The staff member merely sighed, as if long accustomed to such remarks, and walked away without another word.
Just as the little girl was about to chase after her and argue, Gu Feng quickly stepped in, stopping her before whispering,
"Come with me for a sec."
He led her down the hallway. After a brief hesitation, she followed.
Once they were alone, Gu Feng stopped and turned to her, explaining patiently:
"Kids in our orphanage usually learn not to cry or fuss within three months... And the staff aren’t allowed to hold them—it makes them too dependent, and that causes bigger problems later."
"So... if you’re even a little nice to them, they’ll start following you around calling you ‘Mom.’"
"At least, that’s how it was for me."
The girl froze, absorbing his words before falling into deep thought.
Gu Feng continued,
"There are way more kids here than staff. If they comforted every cry, the babies would just cry nonstop from morning till night. Even if the staff could hold them all the time, they’d burn out, and then no one would want to work here..."
"And the volunteers? They only come for a few hours—they can’t dedicate their whole lives to this."
"I see..." The girl nodded solemnly after processing his explanation. "I was wrong. I’ll go apologize to that sister later."
"Don’t bother."
Gu Feng waved it off, not wanting to dwell on the heavy topic, and instead asked with a smile, "Are you here with the corporate group?"
"I came with my mom," the girl answered.
"Then your family must be really rich."
"Yeah, we are..." she admitted frankly.
Gu Feng couldn’t help but sigh. "Being rich must be nice. When I grow up, I wanna be rich too."
"It’s not that great..." The girl tilted her head, thinking it over before offering, "You could just pick rich parents."
"Nah, I’ll pass."
"Why?" she asked, puzzled.
Why...? Gu Feng scratched his head, images of life in the orphanage flashing through his mind before he answered offhandedly, "Because this is my home."
"Oh..."
"Anyway, forget that." Gu Feng changed the subject cheerfully and introduced himself:
"Hi, I’m Gu Feng. You can call me Ah Feng."
The girl smiled brightly in return.
"I’m Luo Ya."
"So you can call me Ah Ya."
End of Volume Two.
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ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
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...
uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
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?"
