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.
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...
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...
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.”
