Huang Feirong gave Shen Jiuyi a thumbs up.
She was amazed by the woman's train of thought, which could actually keep up with her own mother.
Then,
she turned her head to look at her mother and asked,
"Mom, what exactly is your line of thinking?"
"I feel like what Yaoyao said makes sense."
Huang Feirong and Shen Buyao exchanged a glance, seeing the same blankness in each other's eyes.
What schemes or no schemes?
On the surface, wasn't Sister Hong's current approach just playing the sucker?
The doubts Shen Buyao raised were completely valid!
Getting these two carefree souls to understand would indeed require some explanation.
Thinking that the Huang family only had Huang Feirong as an heir gave Sister Hong a massive headache.
Oh well.
What can you do? She's your own flesh and blood.
What else could be done?
Can't just strangle her, right?
"You two are still too young, lacking any depth or cunning."
"On the surface, it looks like we're losing a lot of money now and suffering some damage to our reputation."
"But if we don't compensate for these few deals, all the reputation we've built up over the years will be completely gone!"
"If you were a buyer who didn't know the inside story, would you still buy from the auction house?"
Sister Hong pointed at Shen Buyao, asking for her opinion.
Shen Buyao nodded and replied,
"Sister Hong, I can understand that point."
"But you can't just keep foolishly losing money to protect your reputation, can you?"
Shen Jiuyi stepped forward again and asked Shen Buyao,
"Do you have any better ideas?"
Shen Buyao was stunned by the question: "..."
Wasn't that a pointless thing to say!
If she had a solution, would they still be here going back and forth?
It was precisely because they didn't that they were standing here!
Shen Buyao said with annoyance,
"If there's no way, we can think of one!"
Huang Feirong pulled Shen Buyao's arm and said awkwardly,
"Although, I don't fully get it either."
"But given the current situation, Yaoyao..."
"If even the two of them can't think of a better way, the two of us definitely don't stand a chance."
Shen Buyao: "..."
Huang Feirong: "..."
These words left Shen Buyao speechless.
Sister Hong remained optimistic, saying,
"Alright now, since when do you two need to worry about me?"
"You make me sound old!"
"It's just a bit of hardship, hardly enough to bring me down!"
"Just wait and see. If we can tough it out, the money we're spending now is all an investment!"
Shen Jiuyi fully agreed with Sister Hong's view and also understood what was needed of her today.
"Sister Hong, regarding funds and the operation of Gui Hang, there must be quite a gap to fill during this period, right?"
"Wu Bao Ge's accounts can still spare some money to help you bridge it for a while."
Sister Hong said, particularly moved,
"Xiao Jiu, you're so chivalrous!"
"Yaoyao used to say you were stingy, and I actually believed her."
"Now it seems she was just spreading rumors."
Shen Jiuyi continued calmly,
"I'm also making a long-term investment, investing in the Huang family's future."
Sister Hong: "..."
Huang Feirong: "What a cold-blooded reply."
Shen Buyao: "I told you her character was questionable, but you wouldn't believe me!"
...
At Fang Xinran's home.
A dozen or so beer cans lay scattered haphazardly on the table.
The movie had played for about an hour, reaching another captivating plot point.
Yanzu, caught up in the moment, shouted "It's you, it's you!"...
While shouting, his hands kept tearing and pulling.
In contrast,
On Fang Xinran's soft bed, Lin Yu's movements seemed much gentler.
Alcohol could indeed bolster courage and make one lose themselves in the moment.
At this point, Fang Xinran,
after an hour of drinking together,
had long shed her initial nervousness, her actions even bolder than Lin Yu's.
The opening moves, usually initiated by Lin Yu, were now completely reversed.
Senior sister Fang before and after drinking were like two different people.
Leaving Lin Yu utterly unprepared!
"Xinran, this dress doesn't have buttons, no need to pick at it there!"
"Ah..."
"Maybe don't press down, lift up a bit? I can do it!"
"Okay, okay, you do it, you do it, don't rush!"
"..."
"This is a nightgown, are you trying to pull it off like a T-shirt? Are you drunk?"
"It's not that I have to pull it off, it's a dress..."
"..."
Fang Xinran's unrestrained, slightly reckless behavior actually made Lin Yu nervous instead.
He didn't know why she was in such a frantic hurry.
Was someone rushing to grab eggs behind her?
Or was the room about to be checked out?
It's not a short-stay hotel!
No need to make the atmosphere so intense; no one was pushing them.
Lin Yu was originally an ambitious, driven young man who kept pushing others.
But compared to the hardworking senior sister Fang, he could only lie back and be outdone, unable to get a hand in.
At this moment,
Lin Yu truly empathized with Chu Chu facing Jian Chen in "The Storm Riders".
Too terrifying!
This perspective was genuinely a bit frightening.
It was hard to imagine what scenes were playing in senior sister Fang's mind just moments ago while they were drinking at the table.
Knowing she was leaving Pingchuan and might not easily return,
so she had completely let go, not caring at all anymore, right?
When women go wild, men really can't handle it.
...
Half an hour later.
Apart from lying down at the beginning, Lin Yu had hardly made any other moves.
For the rest of the time, everything was autonomously completed by Fang Xinran.
Clearly having no prior experience, with initial ideas that were absurdly shocking.
But...
you couldn't deny she was really eager to learn!
With just a little guidance from Lin Yu, Fang Xinran could quickly grasp and master the techniques.
"Phew..."
Fang Xinran lay beside Lin Yu, letting out a warm breath.
Lin Yu looked at her profile and couldn't help saying,
"What's up? Having a post-coital cigarette?"
Fang Xinran was immediately amused by Lin Yu.
"Hahaha, I was just wondering what time it is now?"
"Has it been like four or five hours?"
Lin Yu answered honestly,
"Not that long, you're overthinking it, and thank you for the high regard."
As he spoke,
Lin Yu pulled Fang Xinran into his arms.
"If you can still hold on, continuing for another four or five hours wouldn't be a problem either."
Fang Xinran extended a finger, drawing circles on Lin Yu's arm, and said,
"Really can't. I often don't place in school sports meets."
Lin Yu: "..."
So she took all the physically demanding tasks upon herself, huh?
Lin Yu was, after all, a man with plenty of stamina!
"Xinran, don't always be the giving type."
"Try receiving sometimes too. It might be better if you don't work so hard."
Lin Yu offered his advice.
Fang Xinran looked at Lin Yu in confusion:
"What do you mean?"
Lin Yu moved closer, saying,
"People teaching people doesn't always work; learning through experience is what really teaches!"

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.

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!

agon king storylines. At the start, I obtained the "Ultimate Lackey System" - the more I act as a lackey, the stronger I become. What else could I do? I chose to become the personal henchman of the ultimate villain, Su Muwan. I provoke all sorts of chosen ones, snatch away their opportunities, and commit every evil deed imaginable. You ask who's behind me? Hmph! You're not worthy of knowing my lady's name! ...... ....... I am Su Muwan, the eldest daughter of the Su family. Since childhood, I've possessed extraordinary talent in martial arts, which led to my arrogant and domineering personality in my past life. I was even foolish enough to repeatedly challenge those favored by heaven, ultimately resulting in a tragic death. In this life, I must behave and absolutely cannot walk the same path again!! However... SLAP!! "So you're the Dragon King, huh?!" When I saw my little lackey swagger over and viciously slap the Dragon King who was hiding his identity, I felt my heart sink. Su Muwan's suspended heart finally died as she watched Qin Luo, her utterly loyal lackey, standing before her. She fainted on the spot from shock. Heaven is determined to destroy me!! (Pure love 1v1, light-hearted, no angst, single female lead, villain, reincarnation, lackey)

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.”