"Good question!"
Su Bai thought for a moment, then smirked mischievously. "Senior, if you're worried about aging, the solution is actually quite simple."
"What is it?" Zhou Jialu's eyes lit up.
"I just need to regularly infuse you with youthful energy."
"...You're so bad, junior!"
"Bad? I think it's a great idea..."
Zhou Jialu giggled at Su Bai's teasing.
The two playfully bantered as they strolled down the wide aisle of the exhibition hall.
Once Zhou Jialu finally stopped laughing, Su Bai turned serious. "All jokes aside, you won’t have to work hard anymore, and we’ll arrange the best skincare routines for you. You won’t age quickly at all."
"That’s true..." Su Bai’s reassurance made Zhou Jialu realize she’d been overthinking it.
In reality, work is what ages people the fastest.
Having money, free time, and a happy mood can significantly prolong one’s youth.
Of course, this only applies to Chinese people. Foreigners, especially white folks, often look like middle-aged uncles and aunts even in college.
"Besides, senior, your type is actually the least likely to show signs of aging."
"Why’s that?"
"Fox spirits have their ways—eternal youth, you know."
"Pfft, I’m not a fox spirit, they are!" Zhou Jialu covered her mouth, laughing again.
The "they" she referred to were clearly the car models scattered throughout the exhibition hall.
Su Bai noticed that whenever he walked past the models, the girls gave him friendly looks.
In fact, while wandering alone earlier, he’d already been asked for his WeChat twice.
He hadn’t given it to either.
Leaving aside whether their looks met his standards, the terrifying number of past relationships displayed by the system was enough to scare him off.
One of them even had certain... viruses, according to the system.
Yikes! No way!
Su Bai immediately coldly rejected her and walked away.
The funniest part was that the system even offered to neutralize any viral consequences if he indulged with those girls...
Still a hard pass!
Su Bai firmly refused.
Sure, his system was powerful, but that didn’t mean he had to mess around with those women.
It’s like how a disinfected toilet is clean, but no one wants to lick it.
So Su Bai much preferred wandering the car show with Zhou Jialu.
His senior really had a talent for warding off little temptresses.
In high spirits, Su Bai said to her, "If you see anything you like, just let me know."
"Huh? But I already have a car..."
"No one said you can only own one. If you like it, buy it. Your junior here is feeling pretty flush these days."
"Wuwu, junior, you’re so good to me~"
Zhou Jialu hugged Su Bai’s arm and cooed, then started seriously considering her options.
She did have her eye on a few models—mainly stylish, unique-looking cars like the Smart #1 and the famous Xiaomi SU7...
Price-wise, they weren’t too expensive.
Well, compared to Su Bai’s wealth, they were practically pocket change.
After browsing, Zhou Jialu settled on her choice and told Su Bai.
Without hesitation, Su Bai paid 300,000 yuan to order a SU7 Max for her at Xiaomi’s booth.
Seemed like a lot of girls loved that car.
As for Su Bai himself, he wasn’t particularly interested.
"But it’ll take a while to get the car..."
"Ah, no worries. It’s not like I’m without a car now. Waiting a few months will just make it more exciting!" Zhou Jialu was surprisingly chill about it.
Coincidentally, while Zhou Jialu was handling the paperwork with the salesperson, Tao Mengfei—an old-timer from the Mercedes 4S shop—happened to pass by.
When she realized Su Bai had just bought Zhou Jialu a car, her heart twisted with envy.
Tao Mengfei currently drove a white Audi A7.
A nice car, and far more expensive than the SU7.
The problem? It was registered under her sugar daddy husband’s name—just loaned to her.
Truth be told, after becoming the mistress-turned-wife, Tao Mengfei realized the old man was still wary of her, keeping a tight grip on his assets.
Sure, she could enjoy a luxurious lifestyle, but the actual money in her hands? Not much.
In other words, her sugar daddy wasn’t nearly as generous as Zhou Jialu’s boyfriend.
...And they weren’t even married yet!
Tao Mengfei’s jealousy flared, and she couldn’t help but sneer inwardly: "Hmph, her junior must be some ugly, embarrassing guy who—wait, what?!"
Before she could finish her bitter thought, she saw a tall, handsome college boy sneak up behind Zhou Jialu, playfully hugging her and making her yelp in surprise. The two laughed, even sharing a quick kiss.
Such public displays of affection would usually seem tacky, but Tao Mengfei didn’t feel that way at all—because they looked so... so perfect together!
Like something out of a romantic drama.
Nope, she couldn’t watch anymore. Clutching her chest, Tao Mengfei turned and stormed off.
Zhou Jialu caught the scene from the corner of her eye and smirked.
Ah, maybe she was being a little too smug about her happiness.
Better tone it down—no need to jinx it.
"Junior, I’m done here. Should we go check out your car? Didn’t you say you ordered a special Panamera?"
"Sure, let’s go see my ride."
Su Bai messaged Porsche’s staff on WeChat and confirmed his car was already on display in their section—roped off, untouched by visitors.
Even so, it had drawn quite a crowd.
Makes sense. At a car show, people love seeing rare, exclusive models.
...
"That matte gray is a GTS-exclusive color, paired with full sports trim and a black-and-red interior. Total price probably hits 2.4 million. And this paint job... Hmm? Why’s there a laser-etched anime girl on the rear? Damn, this is real custom work—a tastefully restrained itasha vibe..."
(Itasha: a car decorated with anime graphics)
From a distance, Su Bai heard a lively voice dissecting the car in detail.
At first, he thought it was a Porsche salesperson hyping up his ride.
But when he got closer—what the hell, it was Liu Chen’ang!
Rambling excitedly like an expert.
And somehow, people were actually listening to him, probably because he looked rich and knowledgeable.
Su Bai decided to mess with him.
"Excuse me, miss, are you a Porsche sales rep?"
"Miss?! I’m a guy!" Liu Chen’ang snapped reflexively before realizing it was Su Bai.
His face lit up. "I was just about to call you! What luck running into you here. Come check this out—this car has an anime girl etched on the back! It’s called, uh... long-term vegetarianism? You’d love it!"

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...

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.”

] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"

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.