At the same time, the man was also sizing up Su Bai, muttering to himself.
What’s this kid’s deal?
Of course, he could tell Su Bai carried an air of nobility, but the thing was, "family background" was practically a baseline requirement among Xia Lin’s suitors—hardly an advantage at this point.
Anyone without serious wealth wouldn’t dare set their sights on Xia Lin.
Sure, some sheltered rich girls, raised as delicate flowers in a greenhouse, might occasionally fall for a street-smart guy, but Xia Lin wasn’t like that. She had brains.
And financial status alone couldn’t explain Su Bai’s infuriatingly calm, smug, and sarcastic yet oddly polite way of speaking. Ugh, so aggravating!
And yet, there was no good way to clap back.
"Oh, by the way, uncle, do you still have business here? If so, I can relay it to Sister Lin for you. If not, you should probably head back. She specifically invited me out today and doesn’t like unrelated people hanging around."
"I’m not some ‘unrelated person’!" The man’s expression twisted between irritation and amusement. "I’m a potential match introduced to Xia Lin by her family. I’m currently an assistant researcher at the School of Life Sciences at our university—part of Academician Hu’s research group, actually..."
As the man rambled on about his credentials, Xia Lin returned with a tray of spicy hot pot.
She paused briefly at the scene, then sighed with a wry smile.
Great, the sticky nuisance is back…
Officially, he was a suitor arranged by her family, but truthfully, Xia Lin’s parents weren’t particularly fond of him. How to put it?
Her family had always respected her opinions. If she wasn’t interested, they wouldn’t force anything.
In that regard, Xia Lin enjoyed far more freedom and leniency than Yangyang.
The problem was, this guy’s family had some influence in Shanghai. Since he’d expressed interest, Xia Lin figured she’d humor him with polite, formulaic socializing.
Pure courtesy, nothing more.
But now that this courtesy had dragged Su Bai into the mix, Xia Lin suddenly felt uneasy. Her first thought was: Will Su Bai find this annoying? Will he be upset?
A second later, she dismissed the worry. Su Bai was too mature to get flustered or irritated over something like this.
She was just overthinking because she liked him so much.
When a girl truly likes someone, the mental gymnastics she performs to gauge his mood far surpass the effort spent cracking exam problems.
Still, after a quick glance at Su Bai’s expression, Xia Lin relaxed.
He was handling it effortlessly—even toying with the guy.
Meanwhile, the man beside him looked utterly deflated.
"Bai Feili, what a coincidence! You’re here for morning exercise too? How’s your father doing these days?"
Xia Lin cheerfully took a seat across from Su Bai, making small talk.
Bai Feili—the (self-proclaimed) rising-star assistant researcher—stiffened, his smile strained.
"Xia Lin, why haven’t you replied to my messages? I was planning to invite you hiking over the break, but it seems you didn’t see them."
"Oh, really? Thanks, but I’m not interested. I’ve already made plans to work out with Su Bai here."
"..."
Damn.
"Su Bai" and "little brother"? So intimate.
Bai Feili burned with jealousy. Xia Lin was the dream wife for countless young elites in Shanghai—the optimal marriage candidate. (Of course, "optimal" included calculations about her family’s status.)
All these years, no one had ever seen her get close to any guy.
So Bai Feili had assumed that sharing a workplace at Jiangcheng University gave him an unbeatable advantage—strike while the iron’s hot, right?
Yet in reality, Xia Lin remained as aloof and distant as ever.
Meanwhile, this so-called "little brother" who’d appeared out of nowhere…
"Uh, so… you’re a first-year grad student?" Bai Feili had meant to ask which year of his PhD he was in, but on second thought, Su Bai didn’t look the part. Most PhD students weren’t this good-looking.
"I’m a freshman."
"...Huh?"
"That’s why she calls me ‘little brother.’ If I were her age, I’d be the ‘big brother.’"
"Stop being cheeky. Here, try this crab stick—the spicy hot pot stall uses legit ones, and the sauce is just right."
Xia Lin picked up a crab stick with her own chopsticks and placed it in Su Bai’s bowl.
A simple, casual gesture—yet Bai Feili’s eyes nearly bulged out.
Forget the envy-inducing fact that Xia Lin was feeding Su Bai like it was nothing…
"Why are you two sharing one serving of spicy hot pot?!"
"Is that weird? It’s just easier than ordering separately. We’re both on a fitness diet anyway, so we got a big portion to share." Xia Lin tilted her head, radiating unshakable confidence.
You could tell someone had been doted on since childhood by how brazenly they could lie without blinking.
Those who grew up starved for affection would falter even when they were right.
Xia Lin, on the other hand, looked utterly convinced that she and Su Bai were nothing more than platonic "siblings."
Totally normal!
What she actually thought was another matter entirely.
Sharing a meal like this with Su Bai gave her the giddy thrill of college sweethearts being all lovey-dovey. Back in her undergrad days, she’d never dated—how could she? Su Bai was so much younger. She hadn’t even met him back then, and even if she had, it wouldn’t have mattered.
So now, she was low-key making up for lost time, chasing that youthful romance vibe.
And, admittedly, the subtle excitement of this charade thrilled her. Deep down, Director Xia was kind of a gremlin—probably the result of repressed desires.
But faced with Bai Feili, she wore an expression of pure innocence.
Bai Feili was at a loss.
"I… you… Ugh, whatever."
"Little brother, eat up~"
"...I’ll leave you to it."
Watching Xia Lin about to hand-feed Su Bai again, Bai Feili couldn’t take it. Face dark, he stood and stormed off.
"Sis, you’re so mean. He finally worked up the courage to confront you, and you obliterated him in one move."
"Not my fault. I only entertained him out of respect for his family. I’ve been subtly rejecting him, but he just won’t take the hint. That’s just poor manners."
"Fair."
"Anyway, I’m not into any of the matches my family sets up. My stance is simple: no dating or marriage for the next four years."
"Why four?"
"Because I’ll be busy taking care of you, you little rascal~"
"..."
Under Xia Lin’s tender gaze, Su Bai squirmed. "Sis, uh… that’s moving a bit fast, don’t you think? I mean—"
"Not at all. I’m an excellent judge of character. Now that I’ve set my sights on you, there’s no escape~"

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?"

Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"

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...

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.”