Commercial Street, Xinghuayu Flower Shop.
Approaching noon.
All the pre-ordered flower bouquets from the shop had been delivered to their designated nearby addresses.
With some free time on her hands, Huang Feirong was being sternly supervised by Chen Qimeng to practice exam questions.
These past few days, Chen Qimeng hadn’t slacked off in the slightest—fully embracing her role as the "strict guardian."
While reviewing the material herself, she also pointed out Huang Feirong’s mistakes.
From time to time, she’d even exchange messages with Sister Hong, updating her on Huang Feirong’s study progress.
After just a few dozen minutes of working on problems, Huang Feirong couldn’t sit still anymore, her mind drifting to the computer in the flower shop.
Chen Qimeng’s approach wasn’t much different from that of most parents.
Study and practice for a set amount of time, and Huang Feirong would earn some computer time as a reward.
To pass the time and get through the study session, Huang Feirong had tried every trick in the book…
"Qimeng-jie, did you bring wet wipes in your bag when you left today?"
Huang Feirong twirled her pen and asked casually.
Chen Qimeng, who had been focused on reviewing the questions, was immediately distracted.
She thought for a moment and replied,
"Wet wipes? I have tissues in my bag."
"I don’t usually carry wet wipes when I go out."
Huang Feirong promptly set her pen down and, with the gossipy air of a village elder, said,
"Qimeng-jie, think about it—on such a hot day, you’re bound to sweat when you’re outside!"
"Even if you don’t sweat, what about… others?"
"Sure, tissues can wipe away sweat, but your skin still ends up sticky and uncomfortable."
"Since we’re going out together, shouldn’t you consider others?"
Huang Feirong didn’t actually know who these "others" were.
She just had a hunch that Chen Qimeng definitely wasn’t going out alone.
Even if Chen Qimeng denied it, the truth was written all over her face.
With her straightforward thinking, Chen Qimeng was no match for Huang Feirong, the queen of teasing.
And with Huang Feirong’s smooth talk, Chen Qimeng suddenly found herself… convinced!
Seizing the opportunity, Huang Feirong stood up and declared,
"Qimeng-jie, wait here. I’ve got wet wipes in my bag—I’ll grab a pack for you."
Chen Qimeng snapped out of it and quickly said,
"Rongrong, it’s fine!"
"I can just buy a pack later when I go out."
But Huang Feirong was already on the move.
Before Chen Qimeng could react, Huang Feirong had returned, wet wipes in hand.
"Come on, it’s not a big deal. Don’t be so polite—we’re practically family!"
Chen Qimeng held the wipes, feeling a warmth in her heart.
"Thanks, Rongrong. Then I won’t stand on ceremony."
Immediately after, she hurried to the checkout counter and tucked the wet wipes into her handbag.
Huang Feirong wasn’t done yet.
"Oh, Qimeng-jie," she added,
"Did you guys bring mosquito repellent?"
Chen Qimeng froze, blinking in confusion.
"Mosquito… repellent? Do we really need that?"
Huang Feirong adopted an exaggeratedly serious expression and stepped closer.
"Of course we do! There are so many mosquitoes outside!"
"Look at your elbow—didn’t you just get bitten when you were delivering flowers earlier?"
"Regular insect spray smells too strong and would cover up your natural scent."
"Mosquito repellent has a lighter fragrance—just a little spritz, and it’s barely noticeable."
Chen Qimeng’s cheeks flushed instantly.
"Rongrong, stop teasing me," she protested. "I don’t have any… natural scent."
Huang Feirong leaned in close, taking a deep, exaggerated sniff near Chen Qimeng’s shoulder.
With an awed expression, she sighed,
"Oh, but you do! You just can’t smell it yourself!"
"It’s sooo nice~"
"If I were a man, I’d be completely enchanted."
"We can’t let insect spray ruin your charm—absolutely not!"
Chen Qimeng’s heart fluttered at the words.
Could she really… have a natural fragrance?
At the same time, she didn’t even notice how Huang Feirong’s phrasing had shifted—from "others" to "you guys," and now to "men."
Huang Feirong was practically certain.
If Qimeng-jie was letting her off early today, there was a billion-to-one chance she had some major "business" to attend to!
"I’ve got a travel-sized bottle of mosquito repellent in my bag—super convenient."
"Since I’m really sensitive to bites, I always carry small bottles."
"Qimeng-jie, hold on—I’ll grab it for you!"
Chen Qimeng: "Ah, Rongrong, maybe I should—"
Again, before she could finish, Huang Feirong had already dashed off.
Less than thirty seconds later, she came jogging back with the tiny bottle.
Huang Feirong: "I told you, no need to be polite. What’s mine is yours!"
Chen Qimeng smiled and nodded. "Thank you. Then I’ll borrow it for now."
Just as the repellent went into the bag, Huang Feirong struck again—
"Qimeng-jie, your bag seems pretty light. Did you forget to bring a power bank?"
Chen Qimeng was stumped once more.
"A power bank… is that really necessary?"
"My phone’s fully charged—it’ll last a long time."
Huang Feirong wagged a finger sternly.
"A few hours, sure, but what if you’re out longer?"
"Being stranded with a dead phone is a nightmare these days!"
"What if there’s no charger or cable around? Where would you even plug in?"
"It’s not like the old days where you could just swap batteries…"
"Besides, even if your phone has juice, what about others?"
Here, Huang Feirong carefully watched Chen Qimeng’s expression.
She had practically spelled it out.
Surely even someone as guileless as Qimeng-jie would pick up on the subtext now?
Yet, after a brief hesitation, Chen Qimeng nodded slowly.
"That… does make sense."
"Rongrong, no need to trouble yourself—I have one in my drawer. I’ll charge it up and take it with me."
Huang Feirong immediately shot her an approving look.
Now it was confirmed.
Qimeng-jie was absolutely, definitely going for it!
An outing so long it required a power bank…
At this rate, she might not even come home tonight.
Or if things went really well, she definitely wouldn’t be back tonight.
…
Meanwhile, at Chang Xiaoxiao’s home.
"Oof—!"
"Ow—!"
"Grr—!"
Lin Yu gripped his weapon, hunched over and going at it with full force.
Just minutes ago, Changsheng had been all bravado, baring his teeth defiantly.
Now, the poor creature was cowering in the corner like a kicked puppy.
Lin Yu raised the cola bottle and gave two more solid thumps.
Cola bottles were like that—
They sounded vicious, but in reality, they didn’t do much damage.
If they were truly deadly,
half the internet pranksters would’ve been wiped out by now.
Like a salon’s overzealous stylist, Lin Yu stretched a task that should’ve taken minutes into a full performance.
Once he’d had his fill, he crouched down, picked up the food bowl, and shoved it toward Changsheng.
"You like feasting, huh? Let’s see you try eating now!"
Changsheng gazed up at him with pitiful eyes, as if to say:
"Bro, if you wanted some, you could’ve just asked. Was all this violence really necessary?"
…
(Second bonus chapter delivered, making up for yesterday’s delay. Catching up on progress—143 more "power-ups" needed for the next bonus update. Thanks for your patience and support! Finally time to rest—back at it tomorrow!)
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lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...
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nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
