On the way back home after filling their stomachs, Su Bai finally had the leisure to admire the jeans up close.
As usual, Wan Xinyue was driving in the front, while Wan Xinyan and Su Bai sat in the back. The two exchanged glances for a moment before the girl suddenly let out a crisp, melodious laugh and playfully threw herself into Su Bai's arms.
"Su Bai-gege, I really hope this kind of life can go on forever~ Being your little maid for eternity~"
"Won’t you get tired of it?"
"Not at all, as long as Su Bai-gege doesn’t get annoyed."
"Of course I won’t." Su Bai said with certainty. He truly meant it—he wasn’t the type who needed constant change to stimulate his life.
A calm and leisurely rhythm suited him best.
Generally speaking, it’s those who can’t stand staying at home who constantly seek thrills, and even if they become wealthy, such personalities tend to grow eccentric or spiral toward some form of self-destruction.
At the end of the day, contentment is a rare and excellent trait.
If possible, Su Bai hoped the Wan sisters could remain his little maids forever. Money wasn’t an issue for him, and as they grew more familiar with each other, a unique and precious bond would form.
A big shot always needs a few trusted confidants, after all.
Su Bai lowered his gaze to admire the jeans. When seated, Wan Xinyan’s thighs pressed tightly together, full and plump, perfectly complementing the snug fabric.
Perhaps she was trying to offer him something fresh? After all, the two of them usually preferred white stockings.
A change of style now and then was nice.
"So, gege, do you like it?" Wan Xinyan inexplicably seemed a little impatient, tugging Su Bai’s hand toward her as if urging him to test the feel.
It wasn’t that she was being overly flattering—Su Bai’s hands were truly something else.
Under the influence of the "Emperor" skill, any girl who had experienced Su Bai’s touch would inevitably fall in love with the sensation.
"I like it, but I’d prefer it if you sat on my lap."
"Okay, okay!"
At Su Bai’s prompting, Wan Xinyan turned sideways and settled onto his lap. This was one of Su Bai’s favorite ways to interact with the Wan sisters—since they were petite, even playing around like this in the car left enough space.
It was like handling a life-sized doll.
After savoring the moment, Su Bai offered a sharp critique: "Gives me a nostalgic childhood vibe."
"Eh? Why childhood memories?"
"Because back in kindergarten or elementary school, the kind older teachers who doted on me always wore jeans. It was a convenient and stylish choice for work back then. They all loved wearing them. Only difference is, back then, I was the one sitting on their laps. Now it’s the other way around."
"Su Bai-gege was always popular, huh…"
"Not really. I think adults liked me more. Peers were just… meh. Maybe I was too abstract."
Su Bai’s temperament wasn’t exactly the most sociable. To put it bluntly, he was lazy when it came to maintaining messy interpersonal relationships.
Deep down, he also had a penchant for absurdity.
So in a way, these girls with their distinct personalities actually suited Su Bai’s tastes better.
"I see~ Hehe, your peers were probably just jealous of you, Su Bai-gege!"
As they chatted, Wan Xinyan gradually fell silent—due to their positioning, Su Bai instinctively buried his face against her.
The advantage of a well-endowed girl was undeniable.
It was like basking in the joy of a bountiful harvest.
For a while, the only sounds in the car were soft, fragmented breaths.
Wan Xinyan’s head spun dizzily. From the moment they set off until the car stopped, Wan Xinyue considerately refrained from disturbing them.
Meanwhile, while enjoying himself, Su Bai experimented with applying reverse-causality therapy on Wan Xinyan.
Activate the skill, then instantly cancel it. Activate again, cancel again…
Sigh.
Too much Dark Souls.
Wan Xinyan’s body was in excellent shape—after all, she was into aerobics. As everyone knew, a certain wealthy man exclusively sought out aerobics girls, proving that the activity indeed produced healthy, energetic beauties.
Su Bai was merely testing the skill’s alternative applications.
And he actually stumbled upon a trick—if he activated and canceled it rapidly, the target wouldn’t react at all, but Su Bai could still glean insights into their physical condition.
Wasn’t this just like an old Chinese doctor taking a pulse? As long as there was physical contact, it worked.
Canceling was the right move.
Just as Su Bai was feeling smug, Zhou Jialu called him.
She said she’d made a fruit tea following her hometown’s recipe and asked when he’d be back.
"We’re already in the underground parking lot. We’ll be up soon."
"Got it~ Hehe, I can’t wait for you to try it, xuedi!"
Su Bai nodded approvingly. Come to think of it, Zhou Jialu really was cut out to be a housekeeper—she genuinely loved fussing over household matters.
This was what made a home feel like home—returning each day with the anticipation of whatever new surprise Zhou Jialu had cooked up.
Wan Xinyan was slightly annoyed. Damn it, she could’ve snuggled with Su Bai-gege a little longer in the car.
She had every reason to suspect Zhou Jialu had timed that call on purpose.
Housekeepers and maids inevitably competed for their master’s attention.
Their daily, subtle power struggles were just part of the routine.
That said, Wan Xinyan didn’t feel particularly threatened. She could tell Zhou Jialu was smart—just like her and her sister. They all knew the boundaries of their rivalry.
Working with intelligent people was always comfortable.
Su Bai-gege really had an eye for talent.
……
"Seems like it actually works. Reversed for real—big white goose!"
Holding the fruit tea with a straw between his lips, Su Bai walked into the study and saw Chen Yusheng gaming.
"Wait, how are you so energetic already? This afternoon, you were exhausted, saying you’d probably be bedridden till tomorrow."
"Because your massage really worked!" Chen Yusheng glanced at Su Bai, visibly invigorated. "My physical condition might actually improve!"
"Not ‘improve.’ That technique just eliminates ailments. You still need to exercise."
"Don’t wanna! No exercise!"
The moment exercise was mentioned, Chen Yusheng threw a childish tantrum. She was hopeless at sports to begin with. If forced to move, she believed the exertion from watching anime with Su Bai was more than enough—anything beyond that was just rude.
Su Bai, however, kept pushing. "When we go work out with Xia later, you’re coming too."
"Why drag me along? You two are already in perfect harmony…"
"Wouldn’t a trio be even better? You know how Xia is—proper and reserved. Sometimes she needs help loosening up. You’d be perfect for broadening her horizons."
"……"
Chen Yusheng froze for a second before bursting into laughter. "What kind of nonsense is that?! You make me sound like some kind of woman!"

orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"

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.”

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...

] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"