Half a minute before the rabid dog lunged, Su Bai's internal danger sensor had already sounded the alarm, even helpfully specifying the type of threat he might face.
To be fair, this was indeed a danger that could harm Su Bai.
If he were caught off guard in a brawl with the dog, he wouldn’t necessarily lose, but he’d likely get injured—maybe even contract rabies.
That would be a real pain.
Of course, Uncle Liu attributed it to "Su Bai's sharp instincts," which wasn’t entirely wrong and fit his character.
Soon, they found themselves at a Cantonese teahouse.
Over conversation, Liu Chenhu asked Su Bai some basic questions—mostly about school, with only occasional subtle probes into his family background.
To Su Bai, this seemed like polite vetting on Liu Chenhu’s part.
After all, Su Bai was Chen'ang's close friend, and with four years of university ahead, it made sense for a father to thoroughly assess someone who’d be spending so much time with his child.
Su Bai handled the questions with ease, and Liu Chenhu’s approving demeanor was unmistakable.
The man’s barely suppressed grin practically screamed relief that his "son" had finally found a dependable friend.
Speaking of which, Liu Chen'ang’s decision to return home for studies had his father’s full support.
The overseas student scene, especially among the well-off crowd… well, those in the know, know.
It’s not that there aren’t good people, but the reckless ones are overwhelming.
Compared to that, the environment at a domestic top-tier university like a 985 was far healthier.
And sure enough, barely two months into the semester, Liu Chen'ang had already befriended someone as solid as Su Bai.
"Chen'ang, you should learn from him—build some muscle. Look how fragile you are," Liu Chenhu remarked.
Liu Chen'ang: "…"
What could she do? She was helpless.
Naturally frail, and biologically, women just couldn’t pack on muscle like men.
Besides, she had zero desire to turn into a hulking brute.
Especially since Su Bai had confessed he loved her figure—slender yet gracefully curvaceous…
Su Bai smoothly intervened, "I’ll definitely train with her. After this meal, we’ll go out, maybe play tennis later."
"Haha, perfect! It’s a holiday—have fun, you two!"
No alcohol with dim sum, so they toasted with tea instead.
After a sip, Su Bai suddenly dropped a bombshell: "Don’t worry, Uncle. I’ll make sure Chen'ang gets a heavy dose of masculinity."
"You’re a lifesaver! Ah, upstanding young men like you are rare these days!"
Liu Chenhu completely missed the subtext.
Liu Chen'ang, however, wanted to dig a hole and disappear.
Su Bai was outrageous, saying such suggestive things in front of her dad. Thank goodness middle-aged folks weren’t versed in internet slang…
How bold.
But then again, Liu Chen'ang adored Su Bai precisely for that boldness.
Unshackled, fearless.
When faced with that snarling beast, most would instinctively flinch.
Yet Su Bai moved like he’d rehearsed it a thousand times—fluid, effortless.
The memory replayed in her mind: Su Bai’s lethal kick silencing the rabid dog. A flush of happiness warmed Liu Chen'ang’s cheeks.
With him, she felt an unshakable sense of security.
Thankfully, her father’s attention stayed fixed on Su Bai. If he’d noticed her expression, questions would’ve followed.
After the meal:
"We’re off. Call me anytime if you need help, son."
"Alright, take care."
Liu Chenhu didn't bother with unnecessary formalities. After shaking hands with Su Bai, he hurried off in his rugged SUV to attend to another business matter.
Another partner needed his help.
It hadn’t been long since he’d taken that call by the riverside to discuss business.
Such was the life of a serious entrepreneur—constantly bombarded with unpredictable tasks at any moment.
Su Bai found Liu Chenhu to be one of the more down-to-earth wealthy types. No airs, driving an old, mud-splattered SUV, likely too busy to bother washing it.
Very relatable.
Except for the odd habit of raising his daughter as if she were a son…
"Su Bai, y-you’re being too reckless!"
Beside him, Liu Chen'ang whispered her protest.
Liu Chenhu had just gotten into his car and hadn’t even driven off yet, but Su Bai was already sneaking touches—holding her hand, and even…
What if they were seen?
"Relax, from his angle in the rearview mirror, there’s no way he can see. Trust me."
Su Bai gave her slender, soft waist a playful squeeze. He had to admit, Yangyang’s waist was incredibly delicate, swaying enticingly with every movement.
"Honestly… So, where are we going next?"
Despite her feigned annoyance, Liu Chen'ang quickly perked up.
Free from parental oversight, being with Su Bai gave her an unparalleled sense of mental ease.
"First, a change of clothes. Come on, let’s head to my car."
Today, Su Bai had brought out the Mercedes GLE.
Spacious and relatively low-key—at least, by the standards of someone with over 200 million in the bank.
He drove Liu Chen'ang to a quiet stretch of road and parked.
They moved to the backseat.
"Maybe we should find somewhere even more secluded… Though if you really want to here, I guess it’s fine too…"
Liu Chen'ang assumed Su Bai wanted to "discuss fate" and played with her fingers shyly.
"What are you thinking? We’re going shopping first. If I wear you out now, how are we supposed to walk around later?" Su Bai chuckled.
"Right…"
"Seems like Yangyang really enjoys that kind of thing, huh?"
"Mhm~"
Liu Chen'ang cooed in agreement, leaning in to plant a kiss on Su Bai’s cheek.
"It makes me feel like I’m returning to the essence of my soul… Plus, you’re really good at it, Su Bai…"
"Then today, let’s do something more aligned with a girl’s essence."
With that, Su Bai pulled out a black travel bag and retrieved—
"A wig?"
"Yep. When I was doing cosplay with Shengsheng, aside from the colorful anime-style wigs, I also bought some natural shades. Look, this deep brown hime-cut would suit you perfectly—very girlish and elegant."
"Wow, it’s really pretty…"
Liu Chen'ang took the wig, running her fingers through it.
The quality was exceptional.
Su Bai hadn’t even glanced at the price when buying it.
This high-end piece had cost several thousand—far beyond what the average cosplaying college student could afford.
But for Su Bai? Pocket change. He’d even bought multiple styles in one go.
Suddenly, Liu Chen'ang’s expression shifted.
"Um, Su Bai… do you think my short hair isn’t pretty enough…?"
"It looks great! Short-haired girls have their own unique charm too. I thought you were more into that cute, pastel girl vibe, so this is your chance to try it out. Just go all out in your adorable, pastel beautiful girl look, throw on a mask, and even people who know you won’t recognize you. Even if your old man were standing right in front of you, he wouldn’t have a clue. So, what do you think? Sounds like a plan, right?"
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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.
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lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...
