"Wanning is here." Li Qingxue looked toward the approaching figure and waved with a smile.
Hearing the voice, Lin Wanning quickened her steps with a bright smile. "It's my first time coming here—I thought I'd gotten the wrong place."
As she spoke, she handed fruit teas to Hu Yuying and Li Qingxue. "Brought these on the way."
"Thanks x2."
"You two are too polite." Lin Wanning's usually cool expression softened with amusement. "Try them and see if you like the flavor."
The three strolled through the park, forming a unique and graceful sight.
"This park is huge."
"There’s a bench up ahead—let’s sit for a bit."
Under the shade of the trees, the three sat on the bench, sipping their fruit teas while admiring the scenery and chatting.
Li Qingxue sent their online store’s design drafts to a friend via QQ.
"Alright, now we just have to wait." She shook her phone, showing Wang Rui’s "OK" sticker.
"Should we practice filming now? The setting here is perfect." Lin Wanning felt a flicker of excitement.
This was her first time venturing into business, and she took it seriously.
"Let’s give it a try?" Li Qingxue exited QQ and switched to her phone’s camera mode.
Hu Yuying glanced around—luckily, there weren’t many people nearby—and nodded eagerly.
"Who goes first?"
The three exchanged glances before settling on rock-paper-scissors—whoever lost would go first.
"Wanning, this isn’t working." Li Qingxue paused the recording and frowned. "You need to move a little."
"How?"
Lin Wanning hesitated.
She’d performed in competitions before—she had strong stage presence and never shied from the spotlight.
But back then, she’d just stood center stage and sang. Moving naturally on camera? That was new.
Li Qingxue’s eyes suddenly lit up—she was full of ideas. "How about this: walk away from the camera, then turn back with a smile—"
"Huh?" Lin Wanning blinked, then turned to glance over her shoulder at Li Qingxue. "Like this?"
Hu Yuying chimed in softly, "Qingxue, maybe you should demonstrate first?"
"Fine." Li Qingxue handed her phone to Hu Yuying and stepped forward. "Ready?"
"Ready." Hu Yuying aimed the camera while Lin Wanning leaned in to watch.
On screen, Li Qingxue walked forward with light steps. After a few paces, she spun around playfully, strands of hair brushing her fair cheeks. Her lively eyes sparkled as she flashed a peace sign, her smile blooming like a flower.
Watching her, Hu Yuying and Lin Wanning burst into laughter.
Li Qingxue pouted. "Hey! I’m setting an example here—you can’t laugh at me!"
She lunged at them, tickling their sides until they were all breathless with giggles.
After the playful scuffle, they huddled together to review the footage.
The video captured Li Qingxue’s earlier performance—vibrant, youthful, and full of life, as if all the beauty in the world had gathered around her in that moment.
Li Qingxue grinned at her own reflection, only to snap back when she noticed the other two watching her with amused smiles.
Realizing she’d been caught, she feigned indignation. "Oh, so you’re making fun of me now?"
"Wanning’s turn next—then it’s my turn to laugh at you!"
Knowing she wasn’t actually upset, Lin Wanning stood and recreated the move.
She walked forward, then turned gracefully. The soft sunlight melted the usual coolness from her delicate features, leaving only radiance. Her lashes lifted gently, her eyes warm as autumn water, and her lips curved into a tender smile...
Once the clip played back, all eyes turned to Hu Yuying.
"My... my turn." Hu Yuying took a quiet breath, grateful no strangers were around to witness her nerves.
"Here I go."
After a few steps, she turned slowly, slender fingers tucking wind-tossed hair behind her ear. Her lips parted in a faint, enchanting smile—both coy and sweet.
Three takes, three distinct styles—each lovely.
With the right outfits, the results would’ve been even better.
They propped the phone on the bench and tried filming all three together, but it didn’t turn out as well as when one of them held the camera.
"If only Long Aotian were here," Li Qingxue murmured absently, then froze, sneaking a glance at Hu Yuying and Lin Wanning.
Neither reacted—as if it were obvious. If Long Aotian were here, everything would fall into place.
"What’s wrong, Qingxue?" Hu Yuying asked gently, noticing her dazed look.
Meeting her smile, Li Qingxue shook her head. "Nothing."
"Let’s go find him?" Lin Wanning suggested. She hadn’t seen him all day.
"Mm." Hu Yuying nodded.
With both in agreement, Li Qingxue had no choice but to follow.
From a distance, they spotted a crowd gathered by the roadside, watching a crane at work in the alley.
At the front stood a man with arms crossed, posture straight, eyes fixed on the machinery as he spoke to someone beside him.
Even without hearing the words, his expression said it all: See that? That crane? I called it in...
That man could only be Long Aotian.
"Qingxue, Wanning... is that crane really that fascinating?" Hu Yuying whispered. Back in Haivan City, Long Aotian had often paused to stare at excavators or bulldozers.
Sometimes, he’d stop mid-step, unable to tear his eyes away—or if he did, he’d glance back repeatedly, as if tracking where the machines were headed...
Li Qingxue and Lin Wanning shook their heads. They didn’t get it either. They were far prettier than any construction vehicle, yet Long Aotian had never stared at them like that.
Hu Yuying pulled out her phone, snapped a photo of him, and sent it.
Then she kept watching.
Long Aotian patted his pocket, swiped his screen open, skimmed the message—then went back to the crane.
A beat later, he checked his phone again, scanned his surroundings, and sighed. After a conflicted glance between the crane and the trio, he finally walked toward them.
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
yet utterly incapable of cultivation. In the end, his master cast him out. Roaming the mortal world with his companion, the qilin Da Huang, he eventually returned to the Chen family. There, he obtained the Innatal Womb Pearl and finally unlocked the path to cultivation. Little did Chen Chang'an expect—his true talent for cultivation had been hidden within his mother's womb all along?
ave】 Shen Qingling was a man with peerless looks, a cunning mind, and the ability to play both the aloof noble and the innocent sweetheart—a master of seduction who could outplay any player. But after an untimely death, he found himself bound to a system and transmigrated into the tragic "true young master" of a melodramatic novel. In the original story, his childhood sweetheart treated him as a backup plan, his fiancée swore to break off their engagement for the sake of the "fake young master," and his own sister saw him as the family's disgrace. He was nothing more than a rat everyone wanted to stomp on. System 077: "Your mission is to change the original fate and conquer the goddesses." Shen Qingling: "Thanks for the invite. If seduction had tiers, I’d be max level." His childhood sweetheart knelt, begging for forgiveness: "Qingling, I was wrong. Please give me another chance." His ex-fiancée refused to marry anyone else: "Shen Qingling, I was blind before. In this life, I’ll marry no one but you." A yandere CEO went mad for love: "Shen Qingling, you can only like me. I’ll stop at nothing to make you mine!" His green-tea sister clung to him daily: "Brother, look at me, won’t you? I’m more obedient than them—I love you the most~" At first, they scorned and trampled on him. Later, they burned themselves like moths to a flame, all for his sake. His looks were his weapon, his sweet words the bait—heroines obsessed over him, villains turned to madness for him. Shen Qingling became a true male siren, igniting battlefield after battlefield of women fighting for his affection. Years later, when System 077—now one of the elites—was asked how to become as outstanding as it, it lazily exhaled a smoke ring and replied: "Just know how to cheer ‘666’ at the right time."
