In the end, they didn’t actually end up sleeping in the living room.
Watching Hu Yuying lying on the bed, Long Aotian got up from the makeshift bed on the floor and leaned against the edge of the bed, saying, "Isn’t this a bit like burying our heads in the sand?"
Hu Yuying rolled over on the bed, propped her chin in her hands, and looked at Long Aotian seriously before nodding. "It really is, isn’t it?"
They were already in the same room—whether he slept on the floor or not, to outsiders, it would still look like they were sharing a room.
Hearing her response, Long Aotian chuckled and stood up.
Then, Hu Yuying promptly sent him off to the living room.
After laying out the bedding for Long Aotian, she patted the sofa and said, "Then you’ll be sleeping here tonight, Long Aotian."
"That’s not what I meant," he protested.
Hu Yuying tilted her chin slightly and glanced toward Old Han’s room, as if to say, "Then what did you mean?"
With a sigh, Long Aotian lay down on the sofa. "At least keep me company for a while, then."
"Okay." It was still early.
During the holidays, especially on the days Long Aotian had come to visit her, they had stayed up late often. Going to bed this early would make it hard to fall asleep.
Long Aotian told Hu Yuying about Shen Mengjie temporarily staying at the courtyard house.
After listening, Hu Yuying frowned slightly. "Did something happen to her?"
Long Aotian shook his head. "Not sure yet."
"Actually, I was thinking today about whether we should head back to the capital early."
Hu Yuying nodded. "That’s fine."
There weren’t many days left before school started.
Going back earlier would give them time to tidy up the place. Besides, there wasn’t much left to do at home.
Her grandparents had been overjoyed by Long Aotian’s visit this year.
The money she’d earned from her online store was enough to cover their daily expenses, so she didn’t have any lingering worries about them.
"Alright, then. Spend the next couple of days chatting with Old Han, and we’ll leave on the evening of the Lantern Festival."
Mentioning Old Han, Hu Yuying couldn’t help but scoot closer to Long Aotian. "Does your dad have any issues with me?"
"What issues could he have? Seeing you today made him happier than ever."
Hearing this, Hu Yuying covered her mouth with a light laugh, feeling pleased. "Get some sleep. I’m going back to the room."
"Won’t you stay and talk a bit longer? Can you even fall asleep this early?"
"Long Aotian, if you’re just talking, then talk—but don’t think about following me back to the room."
Faced with the sound of the door closing, Long Aotian rubbed his nose. This girl was getting harder and harder to coax!
Resigned, he lay back on the sofa, played with his phone for a while, and soon drifted off.
Early the next morning, Long Aotian thought he heard voices.
Bleary-eyed, he saw Hu Yuying brushing her teeth in the bathroom.
"Yuying, were you just talking?"
"Yeah, your dad bought me some toiletries," Hu Yuying replied softly from the bathroom.
"Where’s Old Han?" Not seeing him around, Long Aotian asked again.
"He went out to get some things. Said he’d make something delicious for lunch."
Hu Yuying chuckled. "When he gets back, I’ll cook. I’d like to show him what I can do."
Soon enough, Old Han returned with groceries—mostly different kinds of meat.
"Uncle, let me handle the cooking today," Hu Yuying said, wanting to make a good impression before leaving for the capital.
"I’ll help." Long Aotian took the meat from Old Han and followed Hu Yuying into the kitchen.
Watching the two of them sticking together even while cooking, Old Han couldn’t have been more satisfied.
If they weren’t still so young, he’d have gone straight to Hu Yuying’s family with a betrothal gift.
Back in the capital, when it was just the two of them, Long Aotian and Hu Yuying had often cooked together.
Their teamwork wasn’t flawless, but they had a good rhythm.
"Long Aotian, taste this—is it too bland?" Hu Yuying scooped a bit of the rib soup and held it to his lips.
Leaning down slightly, Long Aotian let her feed him the soup.
"Perfect," he said.
This was her first time cooking for Old Han, so she wasn’t sure about his preferences.
But with Long Aotian’s reassurance, she felt more at ease.
"Let’s eat!"
Long Aotian called out, carrying the rib soup to the table first.
The aroma filled the air as dish after dish was brought out. Old Han sat at the table, his smile never fading.
His own marriage hadn’t been happy, but looking at this spread and the two still bustling in the kitchen, he was certain his son would have a better life.
At the table, Old Han poured himself a drink.
Then, for the first time, he poured one for Long Aotian too.
"You little rascal."
His expression turned serious as he addressed his son.
"You and Yuying have met each other’s families. The fact that hers let her come here shows they approve."
"I’m your father, but today, let’s get a few things straight."
Hearing this, Hu Yuying tensed slightly.
Long Aotian nodded—he understood what Old Han meant.
Her grandparents allowing her to visit was a sign of their approval.
Old Han wasn’t trying to make things difficult for her; he just wanted to make his stance clear in front of her.
"If you ever treat Yuying poorly, I won’t take your side." Then, turning to Hu Yuying, his stern face softened into warmth. "Yuying, if this brat ever dares to bully you, you come tell me. I may not have many skills, but I’ve got a strong arm for disciplining my own son!"
Hu Yuying, who had been nervous moments ago, blushed lightly and nodded. "Uncle, Long Aotian has always been really good to me."
"That’s good, that’s good." Old Han looked at his son with satisfaction and raised his glass.
Long Aotian quickly lifted his own, lowering it slightly in respect. "I’ll cherish Yuying. If I don’t, you can break my legs."
"A man’s word is his bond. Remember what you said today." With that, Old Han downed his drink in one go.
From the moment he poured Long Aotian that drink, in Old Han’s eyes, his son was no longer a child.
With a girlfriend—and such a good one—he had to take care of her properly.
The meal was warm and full of laughter. Before Hu Yuying, there had never been a woman in the house, and Old Han had shouldered everything alone, even neglecting Long Aotian at times.
But now, thank goodness, this rascal had found his little teacher.
With her keeping him in line, Old Han couldn’t be happier.
After dinner, Old Han made an excuse about meeting a friend for drinks and left the house.
Though rough around the edges, he knew his presence might make Hu Yuying uncomfortable. So, he decided to give the two some space...

pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"

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.”

ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!

ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!