The next day, at lunchtime.
Long Aotian and his three friends gathered and headed to the cafeteria.
Along the way, they were bombarded with recruitment booths from various clubs, making it almost overwhelming to take in.
"Did you guys find out anything useful?" Xu Shuai asked seriously.
"There are too many options. I still need to think it over. Maybe we can ask Han Xiaojing and the others which clubs they’re joining this afternoon since we don’t have anything else planned," Li Longlong suggested.
Huang Fei turned to Long Aotian. "Hey, Aotian, did anything catch your eye on the way here?"
Long Aotian shook his head. "I haven’t decided yet. I’ll figure it out later."
Just as he finished speaking, his phone rang.
Glancing at the caller ID, Long Aotian realized it must be Cui Yong with an update. "Go ahead and eat without me. I have something to take care of," he said.
As Long Aotian walked away, Li Longlong called after him, "We’ll sign you up for something if we see a good fit!"
Meanwhile, on the other end of the line, Cui Yong eagerly dialed Long Aotian’s number.
But after ringing for a long time, no one picked up.
A wave of doubt crept into Cui Yong’s mind—was Long Aotian playing him?
After all, Long Aotian was so young, yet he had casually expressed interest in an old-fashioned courtyard house, offering millions without hesitation.
The more Cui Yong thought about it, the more anxious he became.
Just as he was about to call again, Long Aotian beat him to it.
Seeing the incoming call, Cui Yong quickly answered.
"It was too noisy earlier. Did you get everything settled?" Long Aotian’s voice came through.
Hearing this, Cui Yong immediately relaxed. "It’s all set. I was thinking we could have lunch together and go over the contract."
"Sounds good."
"Where are you now? I’ll come pick you up." Without realizing it, Cui Yong had slipped into a respectful tone.
"Alright, I’ll drive over right away. Please wait for me."
After hanging up, Long Aotian made his way out of the campus.
College life was different—no need to sneak out or climb walls. He could just walk out freely.
Before long, a black sedan pulled up across the street.
Cui Yong stepped out, silently marveling at how a student could afford to buy property in Capital City. His family background must be impressive.
"I’ve already reserved a private room. Let’s grab a bite first," Cui Yong said.
Inside the restaurant, Cui Yong laid out the contract, property documents, and other paperwork.
"Mind if I ask why you’re so interested in courtyard houses?" Cui Yong couldn’t help but wonder. To him, these houses were drafty in winter, stifling in summer, and lacked modern amenities like bathrooms. If it were him, he’d rather invest in a modern property—less hassle, better living conditions.
Long Aotian smiled. "Nothing special. I’ve just always had a soft spot for ancient architecture."
"Oh, I see." Cui Yong didn’t press further.
Eighteen years old and already fond of ancient architecture? Clearly, Long Aotian wasn’t keen on elaborating.
Still, Cui Yong couldn’t help but admire his decisiveness.
In his line of work, he’d dealt with countless clients who nitpicked endlessly, exhausting him in the process.
But someone like Long Aotian, who could make up his mind after just one look, was rare.
He then relayed the seller’s terms to Long Aotian.
"They’re in a bit of a hurry, though. They’ll accept your offer, but only if it’s a one-time payment."
"That’s not a problem."
With Long Aotian’s confirmation, the deal was as good as done.
Cui Yong urged him to eat well, even wishing he could toast with a drink to celebrate—if only Long Aotian drank. The commission from this sale was nothing to scoff at.
That afternoon, Long Aotian and Cui Yong went to the real estate transaction center to verify the property ownership and legal status.
After signing the contract, the payment was processed, and the transfer formalities were completed.
To Long Aotian’s surprise, everything went smoother than expected.
"Congratulations, my friend," Cui Yong said, handing over the property deed.
Holding the documents, Long Aotian couldn’t suppress a smile.
"By the way, Brother Cui, do you know any reliable renovation companies in Capital City?"
"Absolutely," Cui Yong replied. "I can introduce you to a trustworthy one. With me as the middleman, you won’t have to worry about a thing."
"Thanks for going out of your way."
"It’s nothing. I’m just glad to have made a friend like you," Cui Yong said warmly.
As they stepped outside, Cui Yong asked, "Where to now? I can drive you."
"If possible, I’d like to visit the renovation company first to draft some designs. Once finalized, the work can begin."
Compared to his original vision, the current renovation trends had some fundamental differences.
Combining ancient architecture with modern elements—Long Aotian thought it had great potential.
"No problem at all. Let’s head there now."
It wasn’t until past seven in the evening that Long Aotian finally returned to his dorm.
With a preliminary design in hand, he could now incorporate his ideas before finalizing the plans and starting construction.
After a quick shower, he collapsed onto his bed.
Physical labor? Long Aotian could handle twice the workload. But mental exertion? That left him inexplicably drained.
Even though he hadn’t done much that afternoon, the fatigue was real.
Still, exhaustion couldn’t dampen his joy.
This was his first property in Capital City, and the excitement rivaled that of a child finally getting their favorite toy.
His phone buzzed.
Glancing at the screen, Long Aotian got up and stepped onto the balcony, looking down.
Three minutes later.
Lin Wanning stood before him, a faint smile on her lips. "I thought you’d be too afraid to see me again. Here, take this."
Long Aotian caught the item and said softly, "Wanning, let’s take a walk together?"
"Alright."
Strolling along the tree-lined path outside campus, Long Aotian hesitated before speaking his mind.
"Wanning, to be honest, I haven’t really considered getting into a relationship yet."
"I respect everyone, and I especially respect feelings—"
"Brother, do you hate being around me?" Lin Wanning interrupted, her eyes downcast.
Long Aotian shook his head.
"Then do you hate kissing me?"
Long Aotian paused.
Lin Wanning chuckled. "Your silence means you don’t. Then it’s not complicated at all."
"What do you mean?"
Lin Wanning met his gaze earnestly. "You don’t dislike seeing me, and you don’t dislike kissing me. Since what happened yesterday didn’t make either of us uncomfortable, let’s just keep things as they are for now."
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ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
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.
e vast world of cultivation, where he becomes the master of the Heavenly Ruins Sacred Hall, a dying old man with barely a tenth of his former cultivation remaining. He is immediately confronted with a deadly crisis: his subordinates have rebelled, and his protectors are forcing him to abdicate. At the critical moment, the system descends from the heavens: [Ding! The host has been detected facing a life-or-death crisis. The system is now officially activated!] [As a gift, you have received the Supreme Beginner’s Pack and awakened the ultimate cheat: ten thousand years of pure cultivation essence every second!] Yin Tianjue: “Wait… ten thousand years of cultivation every second? That’s six hundred thousand years a minute, and in one day… I can’t even calculate it. Either way, I’m already invincible!” You’re a peerless prodigy rarely seen in ten thousand years? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re an undying ancestor who has guarded a sacred land for countless ages? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re the strongest chosen one, blessed with heaven-defying destiny? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. From this day forth, I have only one thing to say: “I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. Now, how exactly are you supposed to deal with that?”
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."
