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.
ap a wealthy young lady? Or else I'll be eliminated by the system? Ye Feng, who awakened the Kidnapper System, originally wanted to live a peaceful life but never imagined he would become a kidnapper of young women. However, after some time, he discovered that all the girls the system ordered him to kidnap were far from ordinary. "Big brother Ye Feng~ You've kidnapped my heart, and now you're not allowed to leave me ever again~" "Ye Feng~ You kidnapped me back then, now it's my turn to capture you♡" "Little Feng, you're mine! You can only be mine!" "Ye Feng, none of them deserve you. Only I love you the most♡" ... This is madness, they've all gone mad! Wait, what? Why are all the girls I kidnapped yanderes?!
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?!
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!
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
