Long Aotian was naturally in high spirits as he washed the vegetables.
Every now and then, he would glance at Hu Yuying, his face beaming with such goofy delight that it almost seemed silly.
Sensing his gaze, Hu Yuying told herself she wouldn’t look back—but his eyes were so intense that she couldn’t help stealing a glance.
Then, pressing her lips together, she turned her face away, though the corners of her mouth curled into an involuntary smile, radiant and sweet.
Noticing this, Lin Wanning slowly crouched beside Hu Yuying. "Sister, you mean so much to him. He truly adores his little girl."
"I’m not saying this to convince you to forgive us. What I did was shameful, and I have no right to ask for your forgiveness. Blame me entirely—Wanning. From now on, I’ll defer to you in everything. I’ll accept any punishment you give."
All of this had started because of her. If she hadn’t interfered, Long Aotian and A-Ying would never have ended up like this.
Guilt and remorse twisted in her heart.
Seeing Hu Yuying punish Long Aotian but not her only made her feel worse.
Hu Yuying looked at Lin Wanning, who had lowered herself almost to the ground beside her, and sighed softly.
She reached out and pulled Lin Wanning up. "I spoiled Long Aotian too much before. Even though he confessed this time, a mistake is still a mistake. We’re stuck with him for life, but he needs to know I can get angry too."
As for Lin Wanning’s punishment, she had already dealt with it that morning.
Even though Lin Wanning had given herself to Long Aotian, Hu Yuying had already proven that in this household, Long Aotian would always prioritize her.
His words to her, his promises—they were always trustworthy.
His love for her was one hundred percent genuine. If he had truly wanted to deceive her, he wouldn’t have confessed. He could’ve kept hiding it.
That man who once stood tall to protect her—he was a good man. He just wanted everything to be perfect...
The mistake had already happened. No matter how much she yelled or cried, it wouldn’t change a thing.
Now, by securing her authority in the household and claiming a larger place in his heart, she could ensure that whatever he did in the future, he would have to consider her feelings.
He wanted her to punish him, to not give him the silent treatment.
Fine, she would punish him—by not speaking to him all afternoon.
That was the harshest punishment Hu Yuying could think of for Long Aotian.
She was too kind.
To her, Long Aotian would always be her man.
"What are you two whispering about?" Li Qingxue teased Long Aotian before noticing Hu Yuying and Lin Wanning in their hushed conversation. She quickly walked over, eager to join in.
"We’re discussing how to punish Long Aotian for misbehaving today."
Hearing this, Li Qingxue’s first reaction was shock.
Hu Yuying had always indulged Long Aotian before—today, she was actually taking charge and punishing him!
But seeing Long Aotian all alone, squatting by himself as he washed vegetables, she couldn’t help but chuckle.
Hearing the laughter, Long Aotian, still crouched over the vegetables, turned his head to look.
The moment he was caught by Li Qingxue, she immediately tattled to Hu Yuying: "Yuying, look, Long Aotian isn’t even washing the vegetables properly—he’s too busy sneaking glances at us!"
Long Aotian was so furious he nearly saw stars.
But after taking in the sight of the three girls together, he sighed softly and went back to washing the vegetables.
Once he finished quickly, he hurried over to Hu Yuying to show off his work.
Hu Yuying shot him a reproachful look, leaving him to interpret it himself, then said, "Let’s ignore him."
Li Qingxue, never one to miss a chance to stir the pot, chimed in with an enthusiastic agreement.
Lin Wanning stifled a laugh but still sided with Hu Yuying, offering Long Aotian an apologetic glance: "I’ll listen to my sister."
That single word—"sister"—carried warmth and sincerity, melting straight into Hu Yuying’s heart.
Hu Yuying’s gentleness was etched into her very bones. She glanced at Lin Wanning, who, sensing her gaze, shrugged with a smile: "You are my sister."
Once upon a time, she had longed so deeply for an older brother or sister.
And just like that, Long Aotian found himself ostracized by the trio.
No matter how hard he tried to engage them, they refused to acknowledge him, united in their alliance with the girls.
Dinner was soon ready.
Lin Wanning scooped the first bowl of rice, her eyes flickering toward Long Aotian. He grinned, about to rise—
Only for the bowl to land squarely in front of Hu Yuying.
Lin Wanning knew exactly where the hierarchy stood in this household.
Hu Yuying smiled, and seeing her expression soften, Long Aotian moved closer, only for her to turn away with a light huff before he’d taken two steps.
Lin Wanning handed him the second bowl: "Go make it up to her. She does care about you, you know."
"I know, you—"
Before he could finish, Lin Wanning cut in softly, "I won’t talk to you. Listening to my sister isn’t just empty words."
After the meal, while Lin Wanning and Li Qingxue were clearing up,
Long Aotian stealthily sidled up to Hu Yuying and caught her hand in his.
Hu Yuying stomped on his foot in protest: "What are you doing? Let go!"
She shot him a sidelong glare: "Don’t think I didn’t notice Wanning talking to you earlier."
At that, Long Aotian’s lips curled into a smirk: "Yeah."
Hu Yuying hmphed, surprised he’d actually admitted it. She’d planned to give him an out later, but now? She couldn’t stand him for another second.
Yet Long Aotian, ever the rogue, pulled something from his pocket—she couldn’t see what—and tugged her along: "We’re going out."
This time, Hu Yuying dug in her heels, refusing to budge, but Long Aotian’s strength was no match for her. He simply scooped her up effortlessly.
Perched on the back of his scooter, she grumbled, "What’s this about?"
Long Aotian replied as if it were obvious: "Just giving my future wife a little gift."
Then, ignoring her protests, he revved the engine and took off.
Hu Yuying stared at his back, marveling. Her own boldness might’ve been learned from him, but she’d never imagined his audacity could reach such heights.
So she deliberately put distance between them—even on the same scooter, she left a gap wide enough for two fists.
Yet Hu Yuying had underestimated Long Aotian's shamelessness. With a shift of his hips, he closed the gap between them, leaning snugly against her.
Hu Yuying pushed him away in disgust. "I—I haven’t forgiven you yet," she protested. "And I already said I wouldn’t talk to you today."
Long Aotian chuckled softly at her words. "But you just did."
Flustered, Hu Yuying stumbled over her reply before stubbornly insisting, "That didn’t count."
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 school belle recognized by the whole school, a genius girl from the kendo club. She also has a hidden identity, the youngest legendary demon hunter. Chen Shuo just transmigrated and found himself turned into a weak, helpless little vampire. He was caught by Su Xiyen and taken home at the very beginning. Since then, Chen Shuo's life creed only had two items. "First, classmate Su Xiyen is always right." "Second, if classmate Su Xiyen is wrong, please refer back to item one." Many years later, Chen Shuo, who had turned back into a human, led a pair of twins to appear in front of all the vampires to share the secret of how he turned back into a human. "It's simple, I tricked a female demon hunter into becoming my wife!"
【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.)
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.”
