At twelve o'clock noon.
Lin Yu and Mao Ruirui arrived together at Brother Biao's door.
On WeChat, Brother Biao had sent his home address in advance, along with a picture of a table full of food and drinks.
As a man with a dedicated wine cabinet at home, Wang Biao's liquor collection was downright terrifying.
Just looking at it sent chills down Lin Yu's spine.
Even with a system in him, he didn't dare to let his guard down.
When someone invited you over for a meal, getting accidentally drunk in their home would be way too embarrassing to talk about!
But refusing to drink altogether would be somewhat disrespectful.
On their way there, Lin Yu and Mao Ruirui bought quite a lot of seafood and fruit.
It barely counted as a token of their appreciation.
Lin Yu could afford to bring much more expensive gifts.
However, he was visiting with Mao Ruirui this time.
If he spent too much on the gifts, given Mao Ruirui's personality, she would definitely insist on splitting the cost with him.
There was no need to put financial pressure on others just to make himself look good.
Furthermore.
Who was Brother Biao?
What kind of expensive gifts hadn't he received?
By inviting the two of them over to his home with Sister Chunxia, did he really expect Lin Yu to bring anything expensive?
If it was just a polite formality or if they were just casual acquaintances, there would be no need to invite them to his home at all.
Any random restaurant could have easily served the purpose.
For a worldly epicure like him to treat Lin Yu as a friend, Lin Yu was deeply moved.
Especially considering.
At the school filming set yesterday, Brother Biao's perfect cooperation and god-like performance.
He had given Lin Yu a lot of face, so today, no matter what, Lin Yu had to keep Brother Biao good company.
He pressed the doorbell twice.
The door quickly opened.
Wang Biao, wearing an apron, cheerfully welcomed the two of them in:
"Yuzi, Ruirui, you two came at the perfect time!"
"Just two more dishes, and they'll be done in a jiffy!"
Brother Biao cooking personally truly took Lin Yu by surprise.
When he met Brother Biao outside, judging by his image, he didn't look like someone who would cook at home at all.
He seemed more like someone who rarely ate at home!
Who would have thought.
Brother Biao actually had such a side to him.
Lin Yu: "Brother Biao, sorry for the intrusion, and we even made you cook yourself."
Mao Ruirui: "Brother Biao, thanks for the hard work."
Their polite greetings at the door were immediately brushed off by Wang Biao:
"What the hell are you being so polite with me for!"
As soon as he finished speaking.
Song Chunxia's displeased scolding came from inside:
"Biaozi, watch your language!"
"In front of Ruirui, shut your dirty mouth!"
As soon as this was said.
Wang Biao immediately slapped his own mouth and laughed heartily at the two of them.
Sister Chunxia's worry was honestly a bit unnecessary.
Looking at Mao Ruirui smiling as she walked in, it was obvious she hadn't clearly heard what Brother Biao had said at all.
After changing their shoes and entering, Wang Biao immediately dove back into the kitchen, continuing his operations as the head chef.
Song Chunxia had already brewed tea. She invited the two to sit down and they started chatting warmly.
Before coming today, Mao Ruirui specifically sent a training video of Good Luck.
Ever since being disciplined by Lin Yu last time, Good Luck seemed to have been enlightened.
It could quickly learn whatever new things Mao Ruirui taught it.
With the competition date getting close, looking at its condition, putting aside whether it would win a prize or not.
Completing all the competition events would definitely not be a problem.
From their chat, one could feel Song Chunxia's fondness for the little dog.
Whenever the topic of raising dogs came up, she would talk endlessly with sheer delight.
Growing up in such a spoiled environment, no wonder Good Luck was so lazy before.
If it could live a life of lying around, even a dog wouldn't want to work hard!
Letting Wang Biao busy himself in the kitchen alone while they sat around drinking tea?
How could Lin Yu sit still!
He tried to go into the kitchen to help three times in a row.
As a result.
He was violently shoved out by Wang Biao every single time.
By the time he went in and came out for the third time, Brother Biao was completely done and had even taken off his apron.
He enthusiastically called everyone to the table to eat.
Song Chunxia said with a smile:
"Little Lin, I told you, there's no need to help."
"Biaozi just loves cooking. He's always busying himself with this and that at home every day."
"He eagerly dives into the kitchen. If I don't let him do it, he even gets upset!"
Wang Biao pointed to the large table of dishes and said:
"Isn't that because I like you?"
"As the saying goes... you only eagerly do things when you like someone. Nobody is a cheap bastard, hahaha!"
Song Chunxia grabbed a water cup from the table and pretended to throw it at Wang Biao.
Wang Biao smilingly pretended to dodge, making the atmosphere incredibly joyful.
The scene before him.
Once again exceeded Lin Yu's expectations.
In wealthy households, examples of married couples doing their own separate things were countless.
Couples who could live their lives like Wang Biao and Song Chunxia were rare!
Too rare!
Seeing this made Lin Yu envious from the bottom of his heart.
He could imagine that usually, the couple must be very lively at home too.
After taking their seats, they quickly started drinking high-proof baijiu.
Mao Ruirui was worried about affecting Lin Yu's plans for the afternoon, so she thought about drinking a little with them to share the burden.
Lin Yu naturally refused outright and didn't let Mao Ruirui get involved.
With the system enhancing his body, at least Lin Yu knew his own alcohol tolerance.
He really had no idea if Mao Ruirui could drink one ounce or two!
If it ended up with Lin Yu having to clean up her mess, that would be truly troublesome!
For Lin Yu, it was nothing more than a carefree day of eating, drinking, and having fun.
There was nothing important to delay.
But Mao Ruirui still had a proper business to run!
Even though the pet shop was left for Chang Xiaoxiao to watch over, there were still many things that Mao Ruirui had to handle personally.
Her absence from the shop would definitely have a major impact.
Wang Biao having a huge tolerance and being able to drink a lot was completely within Lin Yu's expectations.
With that whole cabinet of liquor collection, wasn't it obvious?
But Song Chunxia raising her glass and drinking equally with them without holding back was what truly shocked Lin Yu.
After the three of them downed two bottles of high-proof baijiu, both Lin Yu and Wang Biao's faces were red.
Yet Song Chunxia seemed completely fine, still chatting and laughing cheerfully, not even speeding up her speech.
Lin Yu even suspected whether Brother Biao's alcohol tolerance was trained by Sister Chunxia.
When they were drinking to their hearts' content, the topic shifted from pet dogs to people.
"Bro, tell your sister-in-law, how did your big brother do playing that Teacher Wang?"
"I showed her the short video you guys filmed for me."
"A total amateur like her actually started picking apart my acting skills!"
"At the very least, I have my own personal insights into character building!"
"Isn't that right?"
Wang Biao held his small shot glass, talking eloquently.
Between his words and actions, he was extremely confident in his performance.
Song Chunxia said dismissively:
"Fine, I'm a total amateur again!"
"Didn't you use to call me a filthy out-of-towner?"
"You understand! You're the only one who understands, okay? Mr. Know-it-all!"
"Drink your mouthful of liquor first, we'll talk about some serious business in a bit."
"Can we put aside the matter of your little acting skills for now?"
Wang Biao downed the liquor in his glass in one gulp and heartily patted Lin Yu's shoulder:
"Am I the kind of person to dodge a drink? Look at what you're saying!"
"Come on, let's chat, what serious business?"
Song Chunxia pointed at Lin Yu, then pointed at Mao Ruirui, and said:
"Let's talk about Little Yu and Ruirui's matter!"
Lin Yu: "!!!"
Mao Ruirui: "???"
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
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?"
+ Slow Paced + Main Character Thrives Together with His Disciples】 Transmigrated into a cultivation world, Chu Xingchen awakens a discipleship system that reveals the tags of his disciples! Starting from scratch, he builds the strongest sect. Disciple One: Li Yingling 【Gold Tag: Genius Cultivator】【Purple Tag: Extremely Lucky】【Blue Tag: Bewitchingly Beautiful】 Disciple Two: Li Hangtian 【Gold Tag: Reincarnated】【Purple Tag: Ruthless and Decisive】【Blue Tag: Loyal and Noble】 Disciple Three: ??? 【Orange Tag: Alluring Demoness】【???】【???】 Thus, in the cultivation world, an unremarkable little sect appears out of nowhere, but little do others know that each member of this sect is a powerhouse in their own right. The book is also known as: Cultivation? It's Exactly Like This!
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...
