When pushed to the brink of suppression, people often turn to extremes.
Take Liu Chen'ang, for example.
At her core, she’s a girly girl—bubbly, straightforward, but with a touch of delicate charm most of the time.
Yet, she’s been forced by external pressures to play the role of a man.
The emotions of her true, feminine self have long been stifled, left unfulfilled.
Then, suddenly, she finds someone before her—a trustworthy presence where she can finally unleash her real self.
And from the very first meeting, she’s felt drawn to him.
This instantly unravels years of pent-up feelings for Liu Chen'ang.
“I-if I cry out in pain… you won’t laugh at me, right?”
Liu Chen'ang asked cautiously,
completely unaware of how utterly adorable she looked in that moment.
“Of course I wouldn’t laugh.”
“Then I’ll…”
…
Wait, did Su Bai’s words just have a… suggestive undertone?
Su Bai realized it too—he’d unintentionally said something that could be taken as shamelessly forward.
But as the saying goes:
The same line, coming from an average guy, would be sleazy.
From a tall, rich, and handsome man? It’s just an honest, straightforward advance.
So Su Bai didn’t back down. Instead, he kept massaging Liu Chen'ang’s sprained ankle.
…
“How does it feel?”
“Good…”
“Let me carry you to the car first.”
“Mhm.”
Right now, Liu Chen'ang was as docile as a little bunny.
Only after settling into the sports car, curled up in Su Bai’s arms, did she suddenly lift her face and meet his gaze.
That’s when it hit her.
She was ready to embrace her fate.
…
[Ding! Detected S-tier goddess Liu Chen'ang (Yangyang)’s favorability +5. Current favorability: 90.]
[Reward: +1 lottery chance.]
At that moment, on the deserted mountain racing track,
the sports car sat alone under the vast, open sky. But inside, the atmosphere was anything but empty.
“Su Bai, I really like you. Only around you can I show my truest self.”
…
Huh—so this is the legendary… chest binder?
Setting aside how it’s portrayed in fiction and anime,
in real life, it’s mostly used by female athletes in certain sports to restrain their movements and avoid interference during competition.
Who knew Liu Chen'ang used one too?
…
“I used to hate my identity, terrified that someone would discover the truth. But… Su Bai, you like it, don’t you?”
“Of course!”
…
[Ding! Detected S-tier goddess Liu Chen'ang (Yangyang)’s affection +3. Current affection: 93.]
The favorability is skyrocketing.
Su Bai held Yangyang’s hand. Ah, too bad there’s no ice-cold cola in the car.
Oh well.
Yangyang’s charm more than makes up for the lack of soda.
“Su Bai.”
“Hm?”
“My real name is Liu Chenyang. Can you… call me Yangyang? In private, I mean.”
“Sure.”
By male standards, Yangyang isn’t particularly tall.
Usually wearing height-boosting shoes, she appears around 170 cm—just the average for guys her age.
But as a girl, she’s quite well-proportioned, standing at a natural 168 cm.
Fresh from her life-altering moment, Yangyang curled up against Su Bai’s chest, her cheek pressed to his heartbeat.
Between pauses, she shared snippets of her past.
Su Bai soon learned the twisted logic behind her double life.
In short? Family elders being extra.
They consulted a fortune-teller who claimed that Liu Chenyang had to live as a boy to overcome her frail health.
“There’s another reason they never said to my face, but I know it’s the real motive… That fortune-teller said, as the third-born in my generation, I had to ‘be a boy’ to safeguard the family’s feng shui—to keep wealth flowing in.”
“Now that’s some premium feng shui,” Su Bai deadpanned.
The reasoning sounded absurd.
But in ultra-wealthy business families? Oh, they eat this stuff up.
Talk about having too much money and too little sense.
Most families wouldn’t even have the means or energy for such theatrics.
Su Bai gently patted Yangyang’s head. “From now on, you can be as much of a woman as you want around me.”
“Really?” Liu Chen'ang’s eyes welled up. “Wuwu… Su Bai, you’re the best…”
“Ah, what can I say? I’m just generous like that.”
Liu Chen'ang’s plight did tug at Su Bai’s heartstrings.
Mainly because she was clearly a soft, delicate girl—her parents were just being ridiculous, putting her through this.
Yangyang suddenly noticed she’d dirtied Su Bai’s new car.
“Sorry…”
“No big deal. I’ll get it cleaned later. Not a problem.”
After helping Yangyang freshen up, Su Bai prepared to drive her back to the auto show—her own car, a Lotus Emeya, was still parked there.
A pure-electric grand tourer.
Apparently, in Liu Chen'ang’s circle, many rich guys looked down on EVs, claiming they lacked “soul” without engine roars.
Su Bai had no such biases—he appreciated all equally.
He was pragmatic like that.
To him, industrial beauty spanned everything from die-casting machines to children’s spinning tops.
The whole EV vs. combustion debate? He couldn’t care less. No refined tastes or lofty ideologies here.
Humans, fragile as we are, already face enough natural constraints—why add pointless mental ones?
After parting ways with Yangyang, dusk began to settle.
Su Bai drove his hypercar, the Koenigsegg Jesko, back toward the city.
All eyes were on him the entire way.
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.”
or! A blessing for those who struggle with love, a guidebook for dating novices. Quickly match with your dream goddess! Complete walkthroughs earn rewards, and perfect walkthroughs unlock limited achievements!】 Shen Yi, an ordinary office worker, accidentally downloads a mini-game called Dating Simulator. The mini-game is simple: randomly search for dating targets, simulate dates, and receive rewards upon successful confession. Rewards include but are not limited to money, attributes, and skills. The higher the evaluation, the better the rewards, with perfect ratings unlocking mysterious achievements. Shen Yi plans to use this mysterious mini-game to continuously pursue targets and improve himself, making his life better and better. ...... However, after several successful walkthroughs, Shen Yi suddenly notices something strange - the targets he previously simulated dating seem to be searching for him in real life?
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
ver to a world of cultivation and returned invincible. Modern medicine is child's play compared to elixirs; technological might crumbles before true cultivation. My name is Qin Ning, Earth's sole cultivator!
