Chen Yusheng genuinely had no interest in luxury cars.
To each their own, as they say.
Zhou Jialu, however, noticed the faint ripples of affection in Su Bai's eyes when he teased Chen Yusheng—the kind of youthful crush unique to students.
Tsk tsk...
Honestly, it made her a little jealous.
So, when posing for photos by the JeSkO, Zhou Jialu put in extra effort.
More than even professional models would.
Su Bai held up his phone, snapping pictures with growing amazement.
This was exhilarating.
Now he understood why photographers loved their job so much.
After finishing a set of photos, Su Bai sent them to Zhou Jialu via WeChat and remarked, "Seems like you really enjoy taking these kinds of photos, Senior."
"Not at all! I just like it when you're the one taking them, Junior..."
...
"Hehe, it's fine. We can talk more when we get back to Shanshui Diepin."
"Mhm... let's go home!"
The word "home" made Zhou Jialu freeze for a moment before her eyes grew misty.
Home. Yes, Su Bai had already accepted her as part of his family.
During her time working at the 4S dealership, Zhou Jialu had witnessed too much of the vanity fair—bosses and salesgirls chasing material pleasures, not to mention the even more brazen tactics of car models...
In this day and age, it wasn’t hard for a woman with beauty and a great figure to cash in on those advantages for money.
The hard part was being truly accepted by someone.
Money and love rarely came hand in hand.
Many girls were out there milking wealthy men while secretly supporting their "true love" on the side.
Zhou Jialu found that utterly tragic. She could never live like that—she was the loyal, ride-or-die type.
If she couldn’t find a man worth committing to for life, she’d rather stay single and focus on her career until the end.
Home...
The thing gold diggers yearned for most, yet the hardest to obtain.
Being some wandering mistress could never compare to the joy of being Junior’s housekeeper.
Just as Su Bai was about to get into the car, Zhou Jialu suddenly hugged him tightly from behind, her affection overflowing.
"What’s wrong?"
"I love you so much, Junior Hubby~"
She stood on her tiptoes to plant a kiss on his neck, then giggled and went to drive the Panamera.
Su Bai was baffled. What had he done this time to move Senior so deeply?
Ah, whatever. No point overthinking it.
As long as his dear Senior Zhou stayed sweet like this, it was a win in his book.
Su Bai took the lead in his Koenigsegg JeSkO, making the custom Panamera Zhou Jialu drove behind him seem downright modest by comparison.
They returned to the Yashige Plaza one after the other.
As soon as Su Bai stepped out of his car in the parking lot, he was approached by a man in a sharp suit—probably some finance bro—who bombarded him with questions about the JeSkO.
Su Bai struggled to answer; he really didn’t know much about the car.
When the man finally left, he kept glancing back, clearly reluctant to part ways.
A supercar of this caliber wasn’t just rare to drive—most people rarely even got to see one in person.
Or rather, at this price point, it wasn’t about flaunting wealth for business anymore. This was pure, unadulterated luxury.
...
Back at Shanshui Diepin.
Su Bai pushed open the heavy solid wood and steel security door and stepped inside.
The lights were dimmed to a soft glow, and the house was quiet, seemingly empty.
But the moment he entered, he sensed the Wan sisters hiding in his blind spots.
Pretending not to notice, he walked forward until Wan Xinyan tiptoed up behind him. Then, he suddenly turned around, startling her into letting out an adorable squeal.
"Ah! Brother Su Bai, you—"
"Haha, thought you could sneak up on me? My hearing’s sharp."
Su Bai took in Wan Xinyan’s outfit.
She was dressed in a striking black-and-white Japanese maid uniform.
The design was traditional, exuding a classical charm.
With the Wan sisters’ figures, they didn’t need revealing outfits to turn heads.
And that slightly chubby, doll-like face of hers paired with the maid outfit made her look like she’d stepped straight out of an anime.
Noticing Su Bai’s appreciative gaze, Wan Xinyan’s earlier pout from her failed ambush vanished, replaced by a sparkle in her eyes.
"Brother Su Bai, do you like the maid outfit I picked just for you?"
"Yeah, I love it!"
His praise was genuine.
Clearly, the Wan sisters were committed to their long-term maid cosplay role.
They’d not only chosen to stay in the servants’ quarters but had even started dressing the part.
...
Those big, blinking eyes of hers could make any man’s heart race just from eye contact.
But to her surprise, Su Bai shook his head. "I still prefer it when you call me ‘Brother.’"
"Eh... okay."
...
As for Wan Xinyan, she fit the little sister image perfectly—at least in Su Bai’s eyes.
...
Zhou Jialu wisely retreated without a word.
She headed back to her "housekeeper’s room" by the second-floor staircase.
A smart woman knew when to step in—and when to step out.
...
Jiangcheng University, Male Dorm 7, Room 510.
Xue Tao was out on the balcony making another phone call.
No doubt, he was busy coaxing Liu Yuanyuan again.
Ever since catching Xue Tao cheating, Liu Yuanyuan had been wielding that evidence like the ultimate trump card in a card game.
She’d grown increasingly demanding, treating him like her personal servant.
Xue Tao had no choice—he was in the wrong.
First, he tried defending himself. Then, he apologized.
Now, he’d fully devolved into a simp, begging for Liu Yuanyuan’s forgiveness.
To keep this girlfriend, he’d do anything!
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Xue Tao had always carried a deep-seated inferiority around women.
And lately, Su Bai’s successes had been crushing his ego even further.
So, he’d fallen right into Liu Yuanyuan’s PUA traps.
After hanging up, Xue Tao trudged back inside and let out a long sigh.
“Ah, I guess this is the downside of dating—always having to coax your girlfriend.”
"What now, Local Boy? Taking her out to eat again? Buying her clothes?" Chu Mingzhe asked.
ts me of treason?" "Correct. The host must return to the capital and gradually build up influence." "Wait—I have half a million soldiers, and you want me to go back to the capital to 'build influence'?" "Host, you are currently the Northern Garrison General, loyal to the Great Xia Dynasty." "Of course I am loyal to Great Xia! Absolutely loyal!" "But you keep referring to yourself as 'We'..." "Never mind the details! Summon all the regional commanders and military officers! We suspect treacherous officials are manipulating the court! They shall march with Us to the capital and purge the corrupt!" "......"
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
