The master bedroom.
Chen Yusheng had already put on her black sheer stockings, paired with a tiny camisole top.
The fabric felt smooth to the touch.
She had bought this set from an expensive lingerie shop on campus after Su Bai sent her 100,000 yuan as living expenses. Many female students had complained about the shop's prices.
But complaints aside, business was still booming.
After all, finding the right lingerie was often tricky—styles varied so much from person to person.
That shop at Jiangcheng University had an extensive selection.
So despite the high prices, customers kept coming.
Among their peers, truly wealthy students were rare, but plenty came from comfortable backgrounds.
Chen Yusheng, however, had surpassed "comfortable" long ago.
She’d leveled up entirely.
Yet material upgrades couldn’t solve every little limitation.
Like right now.
She’d just had a nourishing meal, so logically, tonight should’ve been…
...
"Deal! I’m off to shower—yahoo!"
Su Bai yelped as he flung off his clothes and dashed into the bathroom.
Honestly, when Su Bai embraced his goofy side, he really did resemble a giant white goose.
Ridiculously funny.
Chen Yusheng loved this unguarded version of him—it felt genuine, effortless to be around.
"Effortlessness" was a crucial factor in relationships. Some picture-perfect couples would suddenly break up out of nowhere, precisely because their dynamic was fundamentally draining.
Their affection might’ve been performative courtesy or just habitual behavior.
If being alone together felt like a chore, the relationship was doomed.
But for Chen Yusheng, being with Su Bai—especially during intimate moments—was like a mental cleanse, a soothing balm for her soul.
To put it simply, Su Bai was her rare anchor.
The string of zeros on his bank statement? Pure, explosive security.
More than one classmate had discussed the "love vs. practicality" dilemma with Chen Yusheng.
Why her?
Because she was academically brilliant, a coding prodigy. Many girls believed Chen Yusheng could afford to chase love—if her chosen man lacked money, she could always be the breadwinner.
Now, Chen Yusheng had arrived at a higher-tier answer.
Why choose? She’d take both love and financial security.
Soon.
Su Bai finished his shower.
He pulled Chen Yusheng into his arms, studying her face intently.
The lakeside villa was furnished with high-end European furniture, its lighting meticulously designed—soft, romantic glows accentuated Chen Yusheng’s naturally striking, cool beauty. Yet her eyes shimmered with tenderness.
They instinctively slowed their pace, syncing effortlessly.
But unlike the dreaded "middle-aged couple peck = three nights of nightmares" trope, this never felt stale or forced.
"Hey, silly goose, you’re so good to me."
"How so?"
"Back at the hospital, I once ran into this creep—a middle-aged guy who ‘offered to help’... with conditions. Obviously, I shut him down hard. But it did teach me the going rate for selling myself."
"Bet you’d fetch a high price. You’re incredible." Su Bai admitted shamelessly, utterly obsessed with her legs.
Slender yet curvaceous—a near-impossible combo for a girl her age.
Hard to imagine how lethal those legs would become in another two or three years.
"High price? Please. I’ve checked the sugar daddy market—best offer was maybe 20-30k a month. You? You’re in a whole different league!"
Chen Yusheng squirmed playfully, nuzzling Su Bai’s chest like an overexcited puppy.
...
Chen Yusheng drifted into baby-deep sleep!
Su Bai didn’t disturb her, carefully peeling off her stockings so she’d rest more comfortably.
He headed downstairs for an icy Coke!
First floor.
The Wan Sisters were still awake, grinding on a project.
As everyone knew, the lakeside villa came with a maid team for guest services.
Had Su Bai visited alone—without bringing a girl—the services might’ve included… extracurricular activities.
Not that he minded missing out. These maids were mid-tier at best.
Once you’d tasted excellence, standards naturally rose.
The maids also offered legitimate services, like beauty treatments for female guests. Basic packages were included in the room rate—no reason not to indulge.
For the Wan Sisters, this spa-like pampering was a rare luxury.
Given their background, beauty salons were previously the domain of wealthy housewives.
Meanwhile, well-off girls these days got subtle cosmetic procedures during post-graduation summer breaks.
Proof that beauty, too, followed class divisions—unless you won the genetic lottery.
Rich folks relied on tech; poor folks prayed for mutations.
Su Bai? He cheated with hacks.
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
Explosive Plot Song Gua crossed over into another world, bringing along a whole crew of his doppelgangers—all of them mischief-makers. This was a world where everyone could choose a class. Song Gua became a "Bondweaver," capable of borrowing power, while his doppelgangers took on a wide variety of classes, covering just about everything. The number of doppelgangers grew day by day, each one a talented individual with a charming way of speaking. Under Song Gua's brilliant leadership, they would "greet" each other daily and engage in friendly "sparring," pulling off one major scheme after another on Earth. Sometimes they were bandits—stealing bosses, plundering mines, snatching resources. Sometimes they were saviors—descending like divine warriors to face world bosses threatening to massacre cities. Sometimes they even went undercover, infiltrating various major factions to stir up trouble from within, keeping their enemies constantly on edge. To prevent their doppelganger abilities from being exposed, Song Gua made them wear masks with mahjong tile patterns and don Taoist robes in various colors. "Remember, in front of outsiders, call me 'The Dice.'" "Got it! Boss!" "Not 'Boss'—it's 'The Dice.' Think about the vibe, pay attention to the vibe." "Yes! Boss!" "For crying out loud..." From then on, whenever they appeared, they would have their own theme song playing: ~Hey~ paying respects at the mountain stronghold at night~ whose arm is draped over whose shoulder~ gather your courage and follow along...
ine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】 【You rely on each other, becoming each other's support】 【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl's eyes fades】 …… 【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】 【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】 【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】 【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】 …… One simulation after another, one encounter after another. Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: "Wait, you said you're coming to the real world to find me?"
u serious?" Chen Feng watched helplessly as his painstakingly trained disciple, fresh off a championship victory, publicly abandoned him. "You had your chance, but you didn’t appreciate it. Now, face the consequences of your choice!" Chen Feng possessed the "Master System," a treasure trove of supreme martial arts techniques, capable of molding ordinary individuals into peerless prodigies. "Legs like yours? A shame not to train in the Crippling Kick." "Ever heard of a palm strike that descends from the heavens?" "Auntie! I see extraordinary bone structure in you—a martial arts prodigy, one in ten thousand." The once-defiant senior disciple, now watching her juniors rise to fame one after another, dominating the internet, was consumed by endless regret.
