"What kind of nonsense are you up to?" Su Bai eyed Chen Yusheng's flustered demeanor and couldn't help but tease, "Is this your first time seeing an Audi A7L? Getting shy?"
"No! Of course not. I just wanted to see what Aunt Jiang looks like—just from a distance. It doesn’t feel like the right time for a proper introduction yet..."
"Is Aunt Jiang some kind of corporate HR final boss or something? I don’t think you need to prepare anything special to meet her," Su Bai reassured her. "She’s really easygoing, even more so than you, if you can believe it."
"???"
Chen Yusheng was both amused and annoyed by Su Bai’s remark, playfully swatting at him.
After a bit of banter, her nervousness faded somewhat.
It wasn’t that Chen Yusheng was being overly cautious—she just cared deeply about Su Bai, and since Aunt Jiang was his family, of course she wanted to make a good first impression.
She’d spent the whole day at the office without putting much effort into her outfit: a loose long-sleeved T-shirt that draped over her thighs, paired with slightly thicker black leggings (the weather was getting chilly, after all), and a pair of worn-out canvas shoes.
Just your average college girl look.
But she couldn’t shake the feeling that it wasn’t respectful enough for Aunt Jiang.
And then there was her social anxiety.
When she noticed Xia Lin walking alongside them, Chen Yusheng’s confidence took another hit.
"Seems like your godmother really likes Director Xia," she murmured, her voice dropping as she shuffled closer to Su Bai, taking small, hesitant steps.
Her emotions were an open book—no guessing required.
And Su Bai loved that about her.
He had no patience for moody, unpredictable women who expected him to read their minds.
I’d rather spend my time analyzing Hidetaka Miyazaki’s level design. That’s way more interesting than deciphering a woman’s thoughts!
But Chen Yusheng was different. Clearly, she was intimidated by Xia Lin’s poised, aristocratic aura.
Su Bai couldn’t help but suspect that Director Xia was doing this on purpose. If she was heading back for the family dinner, she could’ve just parted ways with them at the intersection before Yashige Plaza.
Yet here she was, trailing them all the way to the underground parking lot. Hard not to think she was flexing her young lady prestige.
Well, well. These women will stop at nothing to become my main squeeze, huh?
"You’re overthinking it," Su Bai said. "Aunt Jiang adores young women. She’s the type to gush over every girl she meets—'Oh, what a lovely girl! She’d be perfect for Su Bai!'"
"Is she really that dramatic?" Chen Yusheng asked skeptically.
"Absolutely. After raising someone as chaotic as Jiang Qiuran, Aunt Jiang finds every other girl downright angelic."
"..."
Chen Yusheng knew Su Bai was just trying to comfort her. After all, it was obvious he had a soft spot for Xia Lin too.
Ugh. That woman is just too polished—so mature, so well-connected. For Su Bai’s sake, I should encourage him to spend more time with her.
But it still stung!
"Stop overanalyzing. Tomorrow, Aunt Jiang’s visiting her middle school friend, so we’ve got the whole day to ourselves—gaming marathon at home."
Su Bai wrapped his arms around Chen Yusheng from behind, nuzzling her neck and ears until she squirmed, giggling uncontrollably.
For a tall, leggy beauty like her, being held from behind—his hands resting on her waist—was pure bliss.
From this angle, he could admire everything: her silky hair, delicate collarbones, slender waist, and most importantly, those long legs wrapped in sheer leggings.
Up close, the scent of her shampoo mingled with the soft, porcelain skin near her ears.
"Mmm..."
By the time the elevator arrived, Chen Yusheng was practically boneless from Su Bai’s teasing.
No choice but to let him carry her inside piggyback-style.
She buried her face against his shoulder, determined to avoid Zhou Jialu’s inevitable teasing once they got home.
Zhou Jialu always greeted Su Bai at the door—her phone was synced to the smart doorbell system of their duplex. The moment Su Bai stepped inside, she’d drop whatever she was doing and rush to the living room to welcome her "junior hubby" home.
It had a distinctly Japanese-housewife vibe, but Zhou Jialu believed it was essential for reinforcing her role as the household’s caretaker in Su Bai’s mind.
Looks and curves fade, but leaving an indelible mark on his heart is the key to staying by his side long-term.
There’d never be a shortage of young, stunning women vying for a top-tier catch like Su Bai.
But most wouldn’t last.
Because they weren’t smart enough.
The real strategy? Make him need you.
"Is Yusheng okay? Not feeling well?" Zhou Jialu asked.
"Nah, she’s just embarrassed. One more glance and she might combust," Su Bai quipped.
"Ah... okay then," Zhou Jialu chuckled, though she didn’t fully grasp the couple’s inside jokes.
It was like they had their own private dimension of absurdity.
But that was fine. Her job right now was simple: help Su Bai out of his shoes, put them away, and hand him a glass of freshly squeezed juice.
She’d timed it perfectly—the juice was freshly made just before Su Bai arrived.
(Fruit oxidizes ridiculously fast; it’s practically spoiling as you blend it.)
Luckily, their high-end kitchen came with a top-tier juicer designed to lock in freshness.
Zhou Jialu had never used appliances this luxurious before.
Su Bai took the glass, its contents a vibrant yellow-red hue with ice cubes clinking inside.
One sip—sweet, tangy, refreshing.
"Nice. What’s in it?"
"Blood orange and pomelo, with a touch of honey. Wan Xinyan picked them up during today’s grocery run."
"Not bad. Tastes like that bottled C100 drink, but fancier."
"Glad you like it, junior~"
"Yusheng, try some."
Su Bai lifted the glass toward his shoulder. Chen Yusheng peeked out from behind her hair, took a sip, and immediately retreated.
Zhou Jialu barely caught a glimpse of her face.
All thanks to Chen Yusheng’s lush, silky black hair—so thick and straight it could double as a privacy curtain.
That hair volume is unreal... Zhou Jialu marveled inwardly. Guys must adore it—long black hair screams "innocent first love." And girls? Pure envy. These days, young people shedding hair is practically a given.
Heck, just surviving the gaokao (college entrance exams) was enough to make some girls’ hair fall out in clumps.
During her grueling sales job days, Zhou Jialu had lost plenty herself. Only after settling into this comfortable life had it started recovering.
Gotta take care of it. Can’t let it thin out visibly by my late twenties—how embarrassing would that be?
Especially since Chen Yusheng and Wan Xinyan were both three years younger.
By the time Su Bai carried Chen Yusheng into the master bedroom, Wan Xinyan finally showed up—lugging shopping bags, as usual.
No one even knew what she’d bought this time.
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.
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!
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.”
