"Got any classes today?"
"Yes, but if it's for you, Long Aotian, I can ask a friend to sign in for me." Hu Yuying smiled sweetly at him.
Long Aotian knew this wasn’t right, but he’d grown greedy—just this once, he wanted to be selfish.
He wanted his little girl by his side every moment.
Just this once. Selfish, just this once.
He took her away from A University.
"Long Aotian, where are we going now?"
"Let’s go shopping for some things."
"Our place still needs some time before the renovations are done, but we can at least set up the bedroom first. No more dorm life—I’ll pick you up, take care of you."
Hearing this, Hu Yuying covered her mouth with a light laugh. "Long Aotian, you make me sound so delicate. I’m not that kind of girl."
She felt like he treated her like some fragile treasure, as if she’d break at the slightest touch. She wasn’t that weak!
But… but why did it make her so happy?
"You’re the sweetest, little girl. Just listen to me, okay?"
She knew he was just coaxing her, but she couldn’t resist it when he did.
They arrived at the furniture mall.
Originally, they’d planned to wait until the courtyard house was fully renovated before buying furniture.
But for now, they’d get at least one set—something to make her stay more comfortable.
"Long Aotian, these are so expensive. Let’s not spend money on this." Hu Yuying really wanted to prove she wasn’t that delicate.
Besides, if she really did end up pregnant, they’d need to save up. Money would always come in handy later.
The thought alone made her blush.
"Let me tell you a little secret—your Long Aotian is really good at making money."
He knew she was frugal, but he refused to let her settle for less.
"Where do you even get so much money? The renovations aren’t cheap, and who knows if we’ll even stay in Capital City forever. Let’s start saving now, okay…?"
Hu Yuying had grown up in the countryside, and her frugal habits came from her family’s circumstances.
In her mind, saving was the only way to secure a future. Spending recklessly meant never having enough when it really mattered.
Long Aotian gently ruffled her hair. Some things were hard to explain.
How could he tell her he was a transmigrator? That this world was actually from a novel?
That he’d retained memories of the future—knowing which stocks would soar, which cryptocurrency would skyrocket, how housing prices in Capital City would explode after the 2008 Olympics, even leading to purchase restrictions?
He’d invested early, and recently, that cryptocurrency surge had brought him a fortune…
"Making money is a man’s job. Don’t worry about it, little girl. Right now, I want to give you the best. And in the future, I’ll give you even better. Trust me, okay? Have a little faith in your man."
"My man~" Hu Yuying couldn’t help but smile at those words. "I trust you, Long Aotian." She hooked her pinky around his. "I trust my man even more…"
She did trust him. He’d helped her start an online shop, taught her how to earn. It wasn’t that she doubted him—she just hated seeing him spend so much at once.
"I won’t let you down, little girl."
Honestly, she was so easy to please.
"Try sitting on it." Long Aotian patted the mattress.
"Can I?" Hu Yuying glanced at the nearby sales assistant before whispering.
"Of course." He grinned, pulling her down beside him.
So soft.
Nothing like the hard wooden bed she’d slept on before.
Watching her delighted expression, Long Aotian couldn’t get enough.
How could his little girl be this adorable?
That innocent happiness was everything.
"So… we’re getting this one?"
"But this bed is so big."
"Plenty of space for us."
Hu Yuying blushed, pouting. "Long Aotian, you’re impossible."
After leaving their address and contact details, they headed to a nearby mall for more shopping.
Later, a call from the delivery service sent them rushing back to the courtyard house.
With the help of the workers, they hauled the massive bed into the room.
Once the delivery team left, Hu Yuying started tidying up.
"Don’t move. I’ll handle it. What if you get hurt?"
She laughed helplessly. "Long Aotian, you’re stressing me out."
He booped her nose. "Silly girl, your man spoils you, and you feel stressed? How silly is that?"
"But—"
"No buts. Once I finish making the bed, lie down with me for a bit."
She stomped her foot, face burning. "Long Aotian, you’re shameless!"
Glancing at the workers still busy outside, then at Long Aotian bustling around the room, she bit her lip and quietly shut the door.
They laid the old bedding as an underlayer, then spread the new sheets over it.
Once everything was set, Hu Yuying kicked off her shoes and shyly curled up on the bed.
Peeking at Long Aotian, she murmured, "Come hug me."
The way she looked at him was no different from stripping bare and whispering, "Come take me."
"I’m coming!" He leaped onto the bed beside her.
"Long Aotian, take off your shoes!" She reached to help.
"Come here, you." He yanked her into his arms.
"You’re mine now." Burying his face in her neck, he breathed in her sweet scent.
"Mhm, I’m Long Aotian’s now." She giggled in agreement.
But soon, she pushed at him in mock annoyance. "Long Aotian, control yourself."
"I am controlling myself."
"Liar." She cupped his face, pouting. "But no. Not allowed."
Her period hadn’t come yet—they still didn’t know for sure. So no.
"You doubt my self-control?"
Before she could reply, he kissed her, feeling her arms slowly wrap around his shoulders.
His hands, unable to resist any longer, slid under her shirt, resting gently on her stomach, caressing with tender care…
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.”
ap a wealthy young lady? Or else I'll be eliminated by the system? Ye Feng, who awakened the Kidnapper System, originally wanted to live a peaceful life but never imagined he would become a kidnapper of young women. However, after some time, he discovered that all the girls the system ordered him to kidnap were far from ordinary. "Big brother Ye Feng~ You've kidnapped my heart, and now you're not allowed to leave me ever again~" "Ye Feng~ You kidnapped me back then, now it's my turn to capture you♡" "Little Feng, you're mine! You can only be mine!" "Ye Feng, none of them deserve you. Only I love you the most♡" ... This is madness, they've all gone mad! Wait, what? Why are all the girls I kidnapped yanderes?!
【Prologue: The Beginning of It All – Use holy water to heal the saintess tainted by demonic energy, then converse with her.】 Shen Nian stared at his older sister sipping yogurt, lost in thought. So you’re telling me my sister is the saintess, and yogurt is the holy water? 【Main Quest 1: Brave Youth, Become an Adventurer! Reward: Rookie Adventurer Title.】 【Side Quest 1: Find the Adorable Kitty! Reward: 1000 Gold Coins.】 Shen Nian: "Wait, I’m a high school senior here—did some guy who got isekai’d accidentally bind his system to me?" Hold on, completing quests gives gold rewards? Titles even boost stats? Is this for real? (A lighthearted, absurd campus comedy—not a revenge power fantasy.)
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
