The scene rewinds to a few minutes earlier.
Living room.
Luo Shuning curled up on the sofa, her eyes fixed on the chat interface on her phone, her fingers unconsciously brushing the edges of the screen.
Her heart was pounding with nervousness.
Would Uncle agree?
What would Mom think?
What would happen to them after she and Gu Luo got together?
Luo Shuning’s mind was a whirlwind of anxious thoughts.
But for her, as long as she could be with Gu Luo, she was willing—even if it meant a future without the legally recognized marriage certificate.
She couldn’t sacrifice her mother and uncle.
On the other side of the sofa, Luo Shuhe watched her sister’s tense demeanor and, after a moment of hesitation, spoke up to comfort her:
"Sis, take a deep breath. Calm down."
After all, beneath the surface of this seemingly peaceful household, an unprecedented storm was about to erupt.
All it would take was for the Gu father and son to drop the bombshell.
"Haaah..."
Hearing this, Luo Shuning set her phone down and exhaled deeply before turning to Luo Shuhe with a slightly odd expression. "Shuhe... aren’t you nervous at all?"
"Why should I be?" Luo Shuhe replied with perfect composure, leisurely swinging her pale legs.
"Once Uncle and Mom give their approval, Big Bao and I will be together soon. And when that happens, I won’t let you interfere anymore."
"What if Uncle doesn’t agree?"
Luo Shuning pressed her lips together. "...Uncle is reasonable. He’ll agree."
Even though she was almost certain, facing such a life-changing moment still made her unbearably tense.
"I said if—if Uncle doesn’t agree, will you give up?" Luo Shuhe asked, seemingly nonchalant as she switched the leg she was swinging.
"No. Even if Uncle and Mom both refuse, I won’t give up." Luo Shuning’s expression turned resolute. "Even if we have to elope, we won’t give up."
Hearing this, Luo Shuhe fell silent for a long moment before letting out a soft sigh.
"Then good luck, sis."
With that, she slowly stood up and walked toward the balcony with uncharacteristically heavy steps.
The gentle breeze carried a faint chill as it drifted through the sheer curtains, tousling the girl’s hair.
Luo Shuhe pressed a hand to her chest, feeling the rapid thudding of her heart, and exhaled deeply.
How could she not be nervous?
The tangled web of emotions between the three of them had finally reached the moment of truth.
Just then, her phone rang abruptly.
Luo Shuhe glanced at the screen and immediately answered.
Suppressing the turmoil inside, she forced her voice into its sweetest tone.
"Dad."
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A minivan emblazoned with the bold logo of [Luo Shen Grand Hotel] pulled up to the curb.
The tires scraped lightly against the pavement as it came to a stop.
The moment it did, Luo Shuhe eagerly stepped out, accompanied by a hotel staff member, and hurried toward the [Meat Galore] food stall.
"Dad!"
She called out cheerfully from a distance.
"Sweetheart!"
Gu Feng waved with a grin.
A picture-perfect scene of father-daughter affection.
Luo Shuhe quickly reached the table, greeted Gu Feng, then immediately crouched down.
Just as she was about to check on Gu Luo’s condition, the man who had been slumped over the table suddenly sat up.
Gu Luo’s face was flushed red. He let out a drunken chuckle before turning his head toward Luo Shuhe, his gaze unfocused.
"Shu... Shuhe... why... why do you have... three heads...?"
His words were thick with intoxication, his tongue stumbling over itself.
Seeing that even in his drunken state, Gu Luo hadn’t mistaken her for someone else, Luo Shuhe’s heart trembled.
Uncontainable joy burst inside her like fireworks.
I knew it, Baby. You’re just playing hard to get.
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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!
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'!"
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.
