Jiang Qiuran's curiosity about that mysterious masked woman largely stemmed from the other's demeanor—she was the classic sweetheart type. Among the girls around Su Bai, none really fit this archetype, meaning Jiang Qiuran had originally monopolized this niche. But now, another girl had beaten her to it!
In other words, if Su Bai grew tired of her, he might not need Jiang Qiuran at all anymore.
The mere thought of this was terrifying.
Yet Su Bai didn’t seem interested in chatting with her. He hadn’t replied to several of her messages, and fearing she might annoy him, Jiang Qiuran stopped sending more.
Meanwhile, at an American-style steakhouse...
A sizzling cast-iron platter was brought out, bearing a USDA Prime ribeye steak glistening with juices.
According to the server, the steak had undergone a 42-day dry-aging process—no one knew why it was exactly 42 days. Maybe because 42 was the ultimate answer to the universe?
In any case, it tasted fantastic—crispy on the outside, tender on the inside, with a rich, buttery burst of flavor upon the first bite. When sliced open, the center revealed a delicate pink hue, the marbling of the beef clearly visible.
"So, what do you think of this place? Yangyang, you should be the judge."
"Huh? Why me?"
"You’ve lived abroad. Dishes like this are more common overseas, right?"
"Oh… yeah, it’s really good."
Yangyang cut a small piece of steak, took a bite, and gave her honest opinion: "The searing technique is solid, and the aging process is well-executed. The only downside is the flavor profile is a bit plain. I prefer more experimental aging methods."
"Ah, you mean when they add different ingredients to the wrapping during aging?"
"Mm-hmm. Common ones include cheese or avocado aging, but there are also flashier options, like Longjing green tea aging or fermented bamboo shoot aging..."
"Wait, you can really use fermented bamboo shoots?"
"Of course! Hehe, I tried it once when I was bored abroad. The result was… hard to describe. Let’s just say it’s an acquired taste."
Aging techniques essentially involve slow, controlled fermentation of meat.
There are two main types: dry-aging and wet-aging. Depending on what’s added to the aging wrap, the meat absorbs those flavors—though it’s not a straightforward one-to-one transfer, as temperature and fermentation time also play a role.
"That sounds fun. The penthouse at Yashige has plenty of space—maybe I’ll set up a couple of aging chambers for experimentation."
"You’re really going to try it? Can I come watch?"
The moment the words left her lips, a flicker of unease crossed Liu Chenyang’s face.
Being with Su Bai was so enjoyable that she sometimes forgot the complications of reality.
She couldn’t openly join Su Bai’s harem, could she? If that ever happened, her father would absolutely lose it!
Sure, Su Bai was wealthy, but the Liu family were established power players in Jiangcheng. If push came to shove, her father would inevitably clash with Su Bai.
So maybe it was better not to visit Su Bai’s home as Yangyang… Ugh…
Meanwhile, Su Bai noticed the hint of melancholy in Liu Chenyang’s expression and immediately understood.
He reached out, ruffling her hair reassuringly. "Don’t worry. Just come over when the time comes. I’ll handle everything."
"Really? Su Bai, you wouldn’t find it troublesome…?"
"Troublesome how?"
"Well… um…"
Su Bai pinched her cheek playfully, making her blush and stumble over her words.
Being pampered by such a considerate man was truly wonderful.
But Su Bai’s mind was already racing with bolder ideas.
Was there a way to convince Liu Chenhu to stop raising his daughter as a son?
Ideally, a gentle, harmless, and seamless transition.
For now, while Yangyang was studying at Jiangcheng University, Su Bai could easily spend time with her without raising the Liu family’s suspicions or getting tangled in their internal drama.
With four years to work with, Su Bai was confident he could find a solution—one that would allow Yangyang to exist openly as a girl.
Of course, he didn’t have a concrete plan yet, just some theories.
The key likely lay with that Old Taoist who had Liu Chenhu completely fooled…
If he could bypass Liu Chenhu and deal with the Old Taoist first, Yangyang’s problem would solve itself.
Su Bai thought this approach was brilliant, though he wasn’t sure if it was feasible yet.
But that was a concern for later.
Right now, the priority was enjoying the meal.
The steak was excellent—aside from the slightly monotonous flavor, it was one of the best in the Bada Plaza, though the price was a bit steep.
As for the side dish, truffle fries… Western cuisine really was predictable. Any time they wanted to inflate prices, they just slapped on truffle or caviar.
But when Su Bai took a bite, his eyes lit up.
These fries… had a cheese filling.
The rich, sweet cheese, balanced by the earthy truffle, cut through the grease perfectly.
Even by Su Bai’s recent high standards for gourmet food, this dish was impressively executed.
His expectations now heightened, he tried another side:
"Smoked Chili Creamed Spinach"
Now this was innovative.
Taking the traditional sweet creamed spinach and tossing it with Mexican-style chili sauce…
"Tastes like the two-and-a-half-yuan spicy oil-tossed spinach from the university cafeteria’s cold dish counter."
"Hahaha, I was thinking the same thing!"
Fusion cuisine was always a gamble—sometimes divine, sometimes disastrous.
…
Finally, the obligatory dessert.
Nothing remarkable—it tasted like something from a chain bakery on the mall’s first floor, probably from the same supplier.
Honestly, that was a good thing. For mid-tier Western restaurants, store-bought desserts often outperformed homemade ones.
After all, we were living in the era of mass-produced pre-made dishes.
A mediocre house-made dessert couldn’t compete with a professionally supplied one.
Dinner concluded, the bill came to over 1,300 yuan.
Su Bai only got a 2x cashback reward this time.
Oddly, he felt pleased seeing low-multiplier cashback on small purchases—luck had to balance out. If low-value spends yielded small multipliers, it meant high-value spends were more likely to hit big ones.
It was practically superstition at this point.
As for the afternoon’s plans, Su Bai already had an idea.
Parked in the underground lot of Bada Plaza, he turned to Yangyang and announced his intention to buy a tennis court.
"Buy what?"
"A tennis court."
"…"
What an obscure thing to say!
Even in Yangyang’s social circles, no one casually mentioned "buying a tennis court" while lounging in a car, fiddling with the infotainment system after a meal.
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."
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!
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.”
