"How much money did they embezzle!"
Tang's Mother looked at the door that shattered at a touch, unable to help but sigh. She had seen shoddy construction projects before, but never one this bad.
Shouldn't this kind of thing be done behind people's backs?
Isn't this just rubbing it in our faces?
Are people this bold nowadays? Doing such things so blatantly?
Tang Yuyao: "..."
"Mom, is there a possibility that the door is just broken?" Tang Yuyao said, slightly speechless. The screws and hinges of the door were cracked and deformed. It wasn't like this when she came over earlier, so how did it end up like this now?
"That can't be, it was perfectly fine just now... No, wait, this door is just broken!" Tang's Mother seemed to realize something and instantly changed her tune, muttering something with a sneaky look on her face.
If the door was fine just now, wouldn't that mean she broke it?
Breaking things means paying for them!
So, this door was already broken! It was a shoddy construction project!
While Tang Yuyao and her mom were stuck at the door arguing over whether it was broken or just shoddy construction, Ye Cheng, who was inside the room, silently turned off the brain-dead short video playing on his phone and shoved it under his pillow.
He also put the respirator and heart rate monitor he had just taken off back on.
He had finally entered combat mode.
In this "playing the weakling" mode, there was a chance to trigger critical hits and dodge bad luck. It couldn't be more suitable for a vulnerable group like him; he loved it!
If he wasn't afraid of being beaten to death, Ye Cheng would have loved to just carry his bed board out for a stroll. That way, whenever he was about to get elbowed by the President and the eldest miss in the future, he could just enter "weakling mode" to keep himself safe!
With a quick transformation, Ye Cheng once again reverted to that half-dead, "weak" appearance he had used to cheat Tang Yuyao out of her tears earlier.
The difference was that this time, the older leftover woman with whom he had a "lip friendship," who now knew everything, wouldn't fall for it again. She had already lost all her face earlier, with no dignity left inside or out. She was now a "woman without fear"!
Just kidding, she was an ostrich...
Tang Yuyao had noticed Ye Cheng's gaze early on. Now she was sitting on pins and needles—or rather, standing on pins and needles. She felt itchy and uncomfortable all over, her heart pounding and accelerating as if it were going to jump out of her chest.
Stop looking, you brat!
Tang Yuyao could only relieve her stress now by talking to her mom.
It was exactly like how boys in school, when encountering their crush, would shoulder-throw their best bros to show off their "manliness." Unfortunately, Tang Yuyao wasn't a sports student, nor did she have that certain anatomy, otherwise she would have definitely showed off her "manliness" a couple of times.
To mask her awkwardness, and the fact that her toes were curling so hard they were about to dig through the floorboards.
She tried her best to pretend she didn't care, but in reality, her heart had entirely drifted over to Ye Cheng. Her conversation with her mom was also somewhat absent-minded, explaining things incoherently.
the little nephew was very sly. He glanced at his grandmother, then quietly slipped his hand into a bag of oranges and started peeling one to eat.
Mmm, sour and sweet, so delicious!!!
"The show was over." Even though Tang Yuyao was reluctant to face him, they had already come all this way, and it wouldn't be proper to stay outside forever. At the same time, she was afraid of being looked down upon by Ye Cheng... What if this brat thought she liked him?
He's just a mere brat, heh.
"Daughter, is it him?" Suddenly, Tang's Mother lowered her voice and leaned in close to her daughter's head with a sneaky look.
Tang Yuyao: "..."
Tang Yuyao's face flushed red: "Mom, I don't understand what you're talking about..."
Tang's Mother nodded: "Mhm, so it is him. Let's go."
Tang Yuyao: "..."
Her daughter's little thoughts were seen through at a glance!
Tang's Mother carried the oranges she had bought outside, a kind smile on her face, and walked in, placing the oranges on the nightstand closest to Ye Cheng.
"Child, can you hear me?" Tang's Mother asked with a smile.
Ye Cheng played dead with no reaction.
Tang Yuyao: "..."
After a good while, Ye Cheng finally woke up with "hindsight," still starting with his standard battle cry: "Cough, cough, I can hear you. Grandma, what can I do for you? Cough, cough..."
Grandma???
Tang's Mother: "..."
The kind smile on Tang's Mother's face instantly froze. Just as she was about to say something, she suddenly saw the wrinkles on her hands and the special mottled marks left by the passage of time, and the words caught in her throat.
Her oldest grandson was even quite a bit older than Ye Cheng. Calling her grandma really wasn't wrong, but for some reason, she just couldn't be happy about it.
Beside her, Tang Yuyao also looked slightly embarrassed. Indeed, compared to a normal family, her mother was already at the age of a grandmother. In their family, she was considered a child born in her mother's old age.
It seemed to remind Tang Yuyao once again that the age gap between the two of them was a wide chasm. Tang Yuyao's eyes dimmed considerably; she really was an old cow...
She didn't want it to be like this either. When she was in college, a certain brat was still in elementary school...
Ye Cheng looked closely, his gaze jumping back and forth between Tang Yuyao and Tang's Mother. The two were practically carved from the same mold. Plus, in an inconspicuous corner, there was this little... Fourth Brother?
Instantly confirming the identity of Tang's Mother in front of him, his brain spun rapidly as he adjusted his wording.
"Cough, cough, Auntie, please don't mind me. The anesthesia hasn't worn off yet, and my tongue is a bit tied. Auntie, you are the most beautiful elder I have ever seen!" Ye Cheng's tone was sincere, his true feelings showing, and his eyes looked like they could speak.
If it weren't for the fact that he was still a "patient," he would have scrambled up to offer two toasts.
This instantly pulled the slightly derailed atmosphere back on track. The inexplicable gloom in Tang's Mother's eyes gradually faded, replaced by joy.
She knew better than anyone what she looked like. She had one foot in the grave, and being called grandma was perfectly fine, but Ye Cheng's words were just so pleasant to the ear.
Although she knew Ye Cheng was just coaxing her, she didn't mind at all. With the added identity of being the person her daughter liked, the cheap compliments of the past turned into "words from the bottom of his heart"!
Sounds good, loves to hear it!
Spot on!
Instantly, Tang's Mother beamed with joy and stepped forward to hold Ye Cheng's hand: "Child, what are you saying? Auntie is getting on in years, hahaha..."
"Not at all, Auntie. You look like you're just in your early fifties. Could you be forty?" Ye Cheng asked uncertainly.
The smile on Tang's Mother's face grew even wider: "Hahaha, you child, you only know how to say these things to coax me. Auntie is not young anymore, not that young, but it's not far from what you said, hahaha..."
"Really? I can't tell at all. Auntie, you're not tricking me, are you?"
"Hahaha, no, honestly, my eldest son is already..."
Tang Yuyao: "..."
The two chatted intimately, getting familiar with each other in just a few sentences, making Tang Yuyao look like an outsider, sitting awkwardly on the side by herself.
"Auntie, chomp chomp, who is this guy, chomp chomp... is he your boyfriend?" the little nephew said while peeling an orange and chewing loudly, his eyes fixed unblinkingly on Ye Cheng.
This guy's sweet-talking skills seemed to be even better than his own. His grandma had been totally won over by him. A true master!
The little nephew's voice was neither loud nor soft, but it was just loud enough for everyone in the room to hear clearly... and the main takeaway was: Auntie, is this guy your boyfriend?
Tang Yuyao: "!!!"
At a speed visible to the naked eye, Tang Yuyao's face flushed bright red all the way down to her neck. The final protective "bubble" had been completely popped by the little nephew's casual question!
To make matters worse, the two people who had been chatting so happily suddenly stopped in unison and looked over in her direction.
Tang Yuyao: "..."
She didn't want to live anymore. She just wanted to drop dead right then and there...
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.
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
to panic—he has a system. As long as an investment target dies, he can claim a reward. And since he is immortal, the one thing he has plenty of is time. ... Countless years later. “Immortal Emperor of Longevity? I invested in him.” “Supreme Celestial Venerable? I invested in him.” “Undying Empress? I invested in her.” “...” “Heh. Once they’ve all died, even the Heavenly Dao will have to kneel and call me Dad.”
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
