"Cheers!"
Raising their soda glasses, the four of them clinked their cups lightly. Hu Yuying and the other two exchanged smiles and took small sips.
Outside, the rain had stopped, replaced by fluttering snowflakes drifting down under the glow of the courtyard lights—truly a beautiful sight.
Long Aotian stood up to wipe the condensation off the window, giving the three a clearer view of the snowfall.
This was their first snow since arriving in Kyoto.
For the three of them, it held special significance.
Just a few days ago, they had been talking about snow, and now, here it was.
"Yuying, try this soup—I made it myself." Li Qingxue ladled a bowl for Hu Yuying. The pumpkin had simmered so long it had completely melted into the broth, rich and fragrant, with an oddly pleasant aroma.
"Let me tell you, sis, she’s been bragging about this soup nonstop since before you got back. I really want to pinch her cheeks—she’s so full of herself!" Lin Wanning said with a laugh.
"Keep talking, and I won’t give you any," Li Qingxue retorted, tilting the bowl she was about to hand Lin Wanning toward Long Aotian instead. "What if I give this to Long Aotian instead?"
Hearing this, Long Aotian wasn’t pleased. What was that supposed to mean?
If she wanted to give it to him, fine—but why phrase it like a threat?
"Ha ha ha!" Hu Yuying couldn’t hold back her laughter. The scene was just too amusing.
"Alright, alright, I’ll stop teasing you," Lin Wanning said, taking the bowl with a grin. She took a small sip, then dramatically gave Li Qingxue a thumbs-up. "Delicious!"
"Of course," Li Qingxue replied, her expression brimming with pride.
When they were together, they didn’t have to hold back—they could be their truest selves. That was why they were so happy.
"Since you helped bring sis home, I’ll give you a bowl too," Li Qingxue said, serving Long Aotian as well.
"Wow, look—the snow’s coming down harder now!" Lin Wanning pointed outside. "See how it looks under the lights?"
"If it keeps up like this, the ground will be covered by tomorrow, right?" Hu Yuying glanced at Long Aotian. "You have a competition tomorrow—will the snow affect it?"
"Nope." Long Aotian shrugged. "The school takes this sports meet pretty seriously."
"Dress warmly tomorrow. I’ll find you some extra layers." Hu Yuying always made sure to take care of Long Aotian in every little way—her "Long-ge" never looked after himself properly.
After dinner, Hu Yuying returned to her room and laid out Long Aotian’s clothes for the next day by his bedside.
Then she joined Lin Wanning and Li Qingxue in the courtyard, dancing in the snow.
It wasn’t really dancing—just joyful, carefree hopping as snowflakes landed on them.
"Lin Wanning, you have a competition tomorrow too—get inside now!" Long Aotian called out from the sidelines.
"And you two, check if your shoes are wet. Come in and dry them by the stove!"
Long Aotian scolded them relentlessly, but they knew it came from a place of care.
He always indulged them, rarely lecturing them—so when he did, they knew it was for their own good.
At his words, the three of them lined up and trooped back inside.
Seated by the stove, they warmed their shoes.
"I checked the weather—it’s supposed to snow all week. You can play as much as you want after tomorrow, but for now, behave!"
Long Aotian crossed his arms, exasperated.
The three exchanged glances. "Fine."
"But if the snow piles up, you have to build a snowman with us."
"Deal!"
"And we want to sleep together tonight!" Li Qingxue seized the moment to make another demand.
Long Aotian frowned. "That’s not a good idea. I have a competition tomorrow, and if we all—"
Before he could finish, the three of them chased him out of the sunroom.
......
"Tomorrow’s the T University sports meet—are you ready?"
Ye Liangchen looked solemnly at Xue Shaohua and Gao Quan.
Gao Quan still seemed uneasy. "Brother Liangchen, are you sure this plan will work? Pretending to be a waiter..."
Ye Liangchen nodded confidently.
"Long Aotian doesn’t know you, so you’re the perfect choice."
After much deliberation, this was the best plan he could devise.
Gao Quan was a fresh face—unknown to Long Aotian and everyone else.
All he had to do was serve Long Aotian a drink under the guise of a restaurant promotion. After that, his role was done.
If it succeeded and Long Aotian accepted his fate, Gao Quan would leave Kyoto without a trace.
If Long Aotian resisted, Gao Quan would take the fall—killed by Long Aotian, giving Ye Liangchen proof of murder. Either way, Long Aotian would be at his mercy.
No matter the outcome, Hu Yuying and the others would finally see Long Aotian’s true, violent nature—and remember how well Ye Liangchen had treated them.
This move was necessary.
Originally, it wouldn’t have been so complicated—but Shen Mengjie had betrayed him, forcing his hand.
Just thinking about it filled Ye Liangchen with fury.
If not for his foresight in bringing Gao Quan into the plan, he’d be at a loss.
"Gao Quan, don’t worry. All you have to do is place the drink in front of Long Aotian," Xue Shaohua reassured him. "Long Aotian has bullied us for too long. Don’t you want to help Brother Liangchen get justice?"
Gao Quan had seen firsthand how well Ye Liangchen treated him since he arrived in Kyoto. Surely, he’d be willing to help with something so simple.
And indeed, Gao Quan remembered Ye Liangchen’s kindness.
If this small favor could help him, why not?
It was just a drink. Once Long Aotian was drunk, Ye Liangchen would beat him up—nothing too extreme. A drunken Long Aotian wouldn’t even remember who did it.
"Brothers stand together. You know the situation—Long Aotian humiliated me in front of Qingxue. If I don’t get back at him, I’d be a coward!"
"I’ve got my whole future ahead of me. I’m not going to do anything reckless—just teach him a lesson, make him look like a fool in public."
Hearing this, Gao Quan nodded. "Alright. Is it this bottle of wine here?"
"Yes. I’ve mixed it myself—just alcohol and black tea."
The tea would make Long Aotian need the bathroom. They’d lie in wait there, and by the time the diluted ["See You Tomorrow"] kicked in...
Well. Heh heh heh...
If you can’t find the book by title, try searching the author—maybe it’s just been renamed!
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.
world slacker. But a genius female disciple just had to get clingy, insisting that he take her as a disciple. Not only that, she was always making advances on him, thoroughly disrupting his peaceful slacker life...
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."
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?”
