Struck by Jiang Yangmei's harsh words, Ye Mengfu's expression turned desolate.
She couldn't help but reflect on her life after graduation.
Even if Jiang Yangmei hadn't deliberately sabotaged her back then,
would she have truly excelled at the job she landed?
Apart from painting, it seemed she was good at nothing else...
Painting was all she could do—and the only thing she did well.
She simply didn’t understand the "social niceties" Jiang Yangmei had spoken of.
Someone like her might never become a renowned artist.
Ye Mengfu's breathing gradually quickened, the light in her eyes dimming.
For someone so sensitive, once self-doubt took root,
the abyss beneath her feet felt bottomless...
"Little Fufu? Little Fufu!"
Ye Mengfu: "Huh? I—I'm here."
Hearing Lin Yu's voice, Ye Mengfu snapped out of her thoughts.
What an idiot she was.
Here she was, lost in her own head while standing right beside Lin Yu.
Before they entered the museum, he’d even reminded her—
This was their first date!
How could she let her rotten mood ruin it?
She had to cheer up. She absolutely had to...
Ye Mengfu repeated this to herself, desperately trying to steady her emotions so they wouldn’t affect Lin Yu’s mood.
But she was no social butterfly skilled at pretending.
The harder she tried, the more her cheeks flushed.
Lin Yu saw right through her strained attempt to force a smile.
Gently, he pulled Ye Mengfu toward a temporary seating area around the corner.
"Little Fufu, this is the gift I prepared for you today!"
"Take a look—do you like it?"
With that,
Lin Yu handed her a box of Goubuli pastries.
Ye Mengfu froze as she accepted it: "???"
Goubuli... as in the buns?
Wait, no.
It was pastries.
This gift had completely blindsided her.
It was nothing like Lin Yu’s usual style.
Was there some hidden meaning?
Goubuli...
Was he telling her to ignore Jiang Yangmei’s deliberate jabs?
But that couldn’t be.
He couldn’t have known they’d run into her classmate today when he prepared the gift.
It must’ve just been that Goubuli-brand pastries were delicious.
So,
Lin Yu wanted to share them with her.
That had to be it.
[Ding!]
[Masterful move! Sharing a worldly delicacy with your cultivation partner, deeply touching her heart!]
[Reward: 50 spirit stones.]
"Thank you... I’ll make sure to finish it all myself later."
"It looks... really tasty. I love it."
Ye Mengfu cradled the box, studying the illustrations and text on the packaging.
She wanted to see what kind of pastries were inside.
Lin Yu ruffled her hair, grinning.
"Why do I get the feeling our Little Fufu isn’t entirely satisfied with this gift?"
Ye Mengfu jerked her head up, shaking it vigorously.
"No, really!"
"I... I love everything you give me."
He didn’t need the system’s prompt.
Just seeing the pure, unguarded look in her eyes told Lin Yu she wasn’t lying.
This silly girl.
Even if he gave her a lollipop as a gift,
she’d probably cherish it with all her heart.
The more considerate she was,
the more it tugged at his heartstrings.
The foul mood "Mountain Ogre" had stirred up had even robbed Lin Yu of the chance to give a proper gift.
But for now,
he just wanted to see Little Fufu smile again.
"Little Fufu, have you heard the story behind ‘Goubuli’?"
Lin Yu asked, tilting his head.
Ye Mengfu nodded, glancing at the box.
"I’ve heard of Goubuli... the buns."
"I didn’t know they made pastries too."
Perfect. This was his opening.
Lin Yu continued softly,
"When I was little, anytime someone mentioned Tianjin, they’d bring up Goubuli buns. They were supposed to be amazing, but I never got to try them."
"But every time, I’d get hung up on one thing."
"How could dogs possibly ignore buns? That’s nonsense, right?"
"‘Even a meat bun thrown at a dog won’t come back’—isn’t that the saying?"
"If even dogs wouldn’t touch them, how could they taste good?"
This wasn’t a question unique to Lin Yu.
Ye Mengfu listened intently, nodding like a chick pecking at rice.
She waited eagerly for him to unravel the mystery,
like a diligent student hanging on a teacher’s every word.
"Years later, I finally learned the truth."
"The guy who made the buns had a childhood nickname—‘Gouzi’ (Little Dog)."
"While working, he’d get so focused that he’d ignore customers."
"So people started saying,"
"‘Gouzi? Gouzi! Hey! This Gouzi won’t even acknowledge us!’"
[Ding!]
[Masterful move! Unrestrained humor is key to bonding with your cultivation partner, further closing the distance between you!]
[Reward: 50 spirit stones.]
Lin Yu’s animated storytelling, complete with exaggerated gestures,
instantly drew laughter from Ye Mengfu.
The gloom trapping her earlier seemed to dissipate under his playful antics.
Gazing at her, Lin Yu thought—
This unguarded, genuine smile of hers was truly beautiful.
Noticing his stare, Ye Mengfu shyly bit her lip, suppressing her grin.
"So that’s why it’s called Goubuli..."
"It’s... really funny."
Seeing her cautious expression,
Lin Yu instinctively reached out, brushing his fingers against her cheek.
Ye Mengfu didn’t pull away. She understood—
Lin Yu had noticed her low spirits and deliberately cracked jokes to cheer her up.
Thanks to him,
her heart felt lighter now.
But Jiang Yangmei’s piercing words still lingered, hard to shake off.
"Now, what’s the lesson here?"
Lin Yu suddenly shifted tones, adopting a quizmaster’s demeanor.
Caught off guard, Ye Mengfu blinked in confusion.
"Huh? The lesson...?"
She’d assumed Lin Yu was just being silly to make her laugh.
The idea of a deeper meaning hadn’t crossed her mind.
Now put on the spot, she had no answer.
Lin Yu pinched her cheek lightly, glanced at the gift box in her hands,
then met her eyes with warmth.
"Little Fufu, what I’m trying to say is..."
"Even if you’re the type who keeps to yourself, as long as you focus on perfecting your craft—just like making those buns—you’ll shine eventually. People will notice."
Ye Mengfu stood frozen, her eyes shimmering.
Only now did she grasp
the true weight behind this gift.
She fought to steady her expression,
but tears spilled anyway—
plink, plink—falling one by one...
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
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.
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?"
