"If a woman truly loves you, she'll instinctively want to have your child."
Chen Yusheng had heard this saying long ago, but hearing it was one thing—believing it was another.
It probably wasn't true, right? After all, some people just naturally disliked children.
That’s what Chen Yusheng used to think, especially since she herself fell into the "not a fan of kids" category. But after meeting Su Bai, her mindset underwent a sudden shift.
Now, she couldn’t help but daydream about raising a family with him someday.
"Miss Chen, your reservation has been processed," Su Bai teased in a robotic AI customer-service voice. "In that case, you’d better start working on your health—hit the gym, or else how will your body keep up when the time comes?"
"Good point!"
The mention of this gave Chen Yusheng a headache.
Physical fitness had always been her weak spot, and she absolutely loathed exercise.
As the two chatted about their bizarrely whimsical future, Su Bai’s phone pinged with a notification.
Wan Xinyan had prepared a fruit platter and was bringing it in for them.
Soon enough, Wan Xinyan, dressed neatly in her maid outfit, entered carrying an oversized tray of fruit.
She instinctively sniffed the air—a subtle motion that Chen Yusheng’s sharp eyes immediately caught, making her cheeks flush.
After all, what had just transpired between her and Su Bai wasn’t just evident from the traces left on the couch… the lingering scent in the room was equally suggestive.
Wan Xinyan didn’t comment, though. She simply smiled at Su Bai.
"Su Bai, you must be exhausted. Have some fruit."
"You too… Why did you cut so much? You and your sister should have some as well."
"Oh, don’t worry. We kept another plate for ourselves. This is all yours."
With that, Wan Xinyan swiftly exited the study.
The entire interaction passed without much exchange between her and Chen Yusheng—just a polite nod and a brief meeting of eyes.
"Maybe it’s just me, but… Yusheng, you don’t seem to get along too well with the Wan sisters, do you?"
"Yeah, a little."
After a pause, Chen Yusheng added, "It’s not that I dislike them. We just don’t have much in common."
"But you don’t have that issue with Senior Zhou Jialu, do you?"
"True!" Chen Yusheng’s expression turned slightly odd. "Maybe because I met her as my roommate right at the start of the semester? She always felt like an older sister—kind of like a ‘big boss’ type."
Su Bai found the "big boss" description quite fitting.
Zhou Jialu might act gentle and sweet around him, but at her core, she was fiery and sharp-tongued—especially with outsiders. A single glare from her almond-shaped eyes, paired with her razor-sharp comebacks, could shut anyone down in seconds.
As if summoned by their conversation, Zhou Jialu knocked and entered right then, carrying a plate of beef jerky.
"Hey, junior. You and Yusheng must be hungry after gaming. Have some meat~"
She cheerfully placed the jerky next to the fruit platter.
The setup vaguely reminded Su Bai of a nightclub scene—just add a few cans of Budweiser, and the vibe would be complete.
Glancing at the fruit, Zhou Jialu remarked casually, "You don’t really like eating fruit at night, do you? Especially after… well, after physical activity."
"Exactly. I’d much rather have something savory right now."
"Hehe, see? I know you better."
Su Bai detected a faint whiff of rivalry in Zhou Jialu’s tone—though he couldn’t be sure if he was imagining it.
Truthfully, Su Bai wasn’t particularly attuned to the subtle power plays between girls.
Back in high school, there’d been a small clique of socially active, trendy students—the so-called "popular crowd."
They’d once tried to recruit him.
But after a brief interaction, they quickly gave up.
He just wasn’t their type.
For instance, they were obsessed with designer sneakers, scoffing at domestic brands as "too lame."
Su Bai, on the other hand, couldn’t care less. Comfort over clout, he figured.
And while those kids thrived on layered subtext—every sentence packed with ten hidden meanings—Su Bai’s straightforward, easygoing nature made him a terrible fit for their mind games.
So now, rather than overanalyzing the Wan sisters’ behavior, he simply watched as Zhou Jialu lingered with the beef jerky, clearly in no hurry to leave.
"Senior, why don’t you join us?" he suggested.
"Join what? I don’t play games…"
"We’re done gaming. Now it’s relaxation time. Hmm… Yusheng, you can give me a lap pillow. Senior, you sit on the other side of the couch and massage my legs."
…What?
Was this even allowed?
Chen Yusheng and Zhou Jialu exchanged glances, mutual confusion flashing in their eyes.
But the hesitation was brief.
Soon, they both nodded in agreement.
Zhou Jialu genuinely missed Su Bai and wanted some closeness, while Chen Yusheng felt she’d monopolized him long enough—it was only fair to let the senior have her turn.
Under Su Bai’s request, despite their lingering reservations about sharing intimate moments with him in the same room (it was new territory, after all, and felt a little strange), they found a way to rationalize it. If Su Bai wants it, then…
As for Su Bai himself? This was pure spontaneity.
Having explored each girl’s unique quirks individually, he figured it was time to mix and match their traits—creating entirely new experiences!
For example: Chen Yusheng loved giving him lap pillows, especially when he lavished praise on her black-stockinged thighs. Meanwhile, Zhou Jialu, drawing from her butler-training courses (and her habit of enrolling in random skill classes), specialized in making Su Bai feel like he was at a luxury spa without leaving home.
Combine the two? Heaven.
And indeed, with both S-tier beauties in position, it took less than five minutes for Su Bai to…
…fall asleep.
Well, it couldn’t be helped.
Chen Yusheng’s natural fragrance—reminiscent of lavender fields—had a soothing, sleep-inducing effect.
And Zhou Jialu’s foot massage, with its perfect balance of gentleness and pressure (unlike the bone-crushing techniques of blind masseurs that left people howling), lulled him into dreamland at record speed.
Watching Su Bai’s breathing grow steady as he slipped into deep sleep, Zhou Jialu whispered to Chen Yusheng:
"Yusheng, let’s talk strategy."
"What strategy?"
"We need to divide Su Bai’s National Day holiday between us—leave no openings for others."
"Others? Who do you mean?"
Zhou Jialu smirked without answering.
After a beat, she explained, "Rumor has it the girls from the anime club are trying to lure him in. Jiang Qiuran’s in that club too. They probably want him to go to a comic convention with them—and afterward, there’s talk of renting a villa for some wild afterparty. Sounds terrible for his health, don’t you think?"
"…You’re absolutely right."
Explosive Plot Song Gua crossed over into another world, bringing along a whole crew of his doppelgangers—all of them mischief-makers. This was a world where everyone could choose a class. Song Gua became a "Bondweaver," capable of borrowing power, while his doppelgangers took on a wide variety of classes, covering just about everything. The number of doppelgangers grew day by day, each one a talented individual with a charming way of speaking. Under Song Gua's brilliant leadership, they would "greet" each other daily and engage in friendly "sparring," pulling off one major scheme after another on Earth. Sometimes they were bandits—stealing bosses, plundering mines, snatching resources. Sometimes they were saviors—descending like divine warriors to face world bosses threatening to massacre cities. Sometimes they even went undercover, infiltrating various major factions to stir up trouble from within, keeping their enemies constantly on edge. To prevent their doppelganger abilities from being exposed, Song Gua made them wear masks with mahjong tile patterns and don Taoist robes in various colors. "Remember, in front of outsiders, call me 'The Dice.'" "Got it! Boss!" "Not 'Boss'—it's 'The Dice.' Think about the vibe, pay attention to the vibe." "Yes! Boss!" "For crying out loud..." From then on, whenever they appeared, they would have their own theme song playing: ~Hey~ paying respects at the mountain stronghold at night~ whose arm is draped over whose shoulder~ gather your courage and follow along...
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.
u serious?" Chen Feng watched helplessly as his painstakingly trained disciple, fresh off a championship victory, publicly abandoned him. "You had your chance, but you didn’t appreciate it. Now, face the consequences of your choice!" Chen Feng possessed the "Master System," a treasure trove of supreme martial arts techniques, capable of molding ordinary individuals into peerless prodigies. "Legs like yours? A shame not to train in the Crippling Kick." "Ever heard of a palm strike that descends from the heavens?" "Auntie! I see extraordinary bone structure in you—a martial arts prodigy, one in ten thousand." The once-defiant senior disciple, now watching her juniors rise to fame one after another, dominating the internet, was consumed by endless regret.
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
