Early morning, Zhou Jialu gradually awoke from exhaustion.
To call it exhaustion wasn’t quite right—it was more like the refreshing satisfaction after an intense workout followed by a long, deep sleep.
She rolled around lazily in bed out of habit, only to bump into a warm, firm body.
The intoxicating scent of male pheromones instantly jolted her awake, her eyes flying open.
Ah…
Now she remembered. She had slept with her junior last night.
Hehe.
Gazing at Su Bai’s face so close to hers, Zhou Jialu’s expression softened with affection.
So much had changed.
Just a week ago, Zhou Jialu had been worrying about whether she could secure a full-time job after graduation, what she’d do if she got laid off, and whether she should pursue a master’s degree or take the civil service exam…
In short, all survival-related concerns.
Sure, Jiangcheng University was a prestigious 985 institution, but as a liberal arts major in marketing, her job prospects were bleak—especially in the current climate. Most humanities-related positions were undergoing massive layoffs, let alone hiring fresh graduates.
Yet here she was, barely a week later, lying on a hotel bed that cost nearly 2,000 yuan a night.
And beside her, sound asleep, was a man who had spent over a million yuan on her within days of meeting.
Before even graduating, Zhou Jialu now owned a limited-edition designer bag worth over 100,000 yuan, a high-end Chanel outfit, and a sleek Mercedes C260L…
Holy crap, am I dreaming?
A sudden wave of nervousness washed over her, and she reached out to pinch Su Bai’s cheek.
"Hah…"
"Junior, does your face hurt?"
"Not really, why?"
"I feel too happy right now. I’m scared this is all just a dream."
Still groggy, Su Bai’s brain took a few seconds to process her words before he burst into laughter.
"What’s so funny? Is this amusing to you?"
"Senior, you’re just too adorable, hahaha…"
Flustered, Zhou Jialu buried herself under the covers, only for Su Bai to yank them away and tease her further.
Their playful tussling naturally escalated into a morning "training session."
Before, Zhou Jialu had heard female friends talk about demanding their husbands "hand over the goods" after marriage—some even admitting to affairs due to dissatisfaction.
Back then, she couldn’t fathom it. Was that really so addictive?
Now, having experienced it herself, she finally understood.
Being intimate with someone you love truly was intoxicating.
Much later, Su Bai patted the plump rear of his senior, who was still sprawled atop him, and joked, "This nightgown of yours is amazing, but I have to ask—don’t you feel embarrassed wearing this in the dorm with your roommates around?"
After all, Zhou Jialu was inherently quite innocent.
For such a shy girl to wear something practically resembling lingerie in the dorm was hard to imagine.
Hearing this, Zhou Jialu giggled. "Of course not! Hehe, I’ll let you in on a secret—I actually sneaked off to buy this yesterday while we were shopping."
"Wait, what?" Su Bai was stunned. "Seriously? When? I didn’t notice at all."
"You went to get ice cream, and I was at the Chanel store. The shop selling this was right nearby."
"Wow." Su Bai clicked his tongue in amusement. "What a scheming senior."
Thinking about it, the setup made perfect sense.
A lingerie boutique conveniently located near luxury stores.
Rich guys buy their girls designer goods, then grab something for nighttime entertainment on the way out.
Makes total sense!
"As long as you like it, junior."
Zhou Jialu nuzzled against Su Bai, utterly smitten.
As they cuddled, their stomachs growled in unison.
Time to order food!
Dinner the previous night had been light, focusing on health.
After several rounds of "training," they’d fallen asleep without even considering a late-night snack.
Su Bai thought for a moment before deciding on a Cantonese dim sum delivery for brunch—a mix of classic dishes.
Perfect for killing two meals with one order.
The restaurant even had wolfberry leaf and pork liver soup, so he got two servings. Both he and his senior needed some replenishment.
Though his system negated the physical toll of indulgence, psychologically, he still felt drained.
Besides, nutritious food was never a bad idea.
...
That afternoon, Zhou Jialu left the hotel first in her Mercedes.
Su Bai had a class meeting to attend, so he needed time to prepare—at the very least, a shower to wash off her scent.
After all, he’d be seeing Chen Yusheng.
Understanding this, Zhou Jialu considerately gave him space.
Just as she slid into her car in the underground garage, her phone rang—a call from her roommate Liu Yuanyuan.
"Hey, Jialu, where are you now?"
"Still out, but I’ll be back on campus soon. What’s up?"
Liu Yuanyuan sounded urgent.
Probably an emergency.
"Remember Zhang Kang from the finance department? The one who harassed you in the student council?"
"Yeah, what about him?"
"Last night, he somehow found out you didn’t return to the dorm and completely lost it. He’s demanding to see you. I’ve been messaging him to keep him calm—he wanted to camp outside our dorm, but I talked him into meeting elsewhere..."
"Good call. The dorm would’ve caused a scene." Zhou Jialu took a deep breath, remaining composed as she strategized. "Thanks for handling this, Yuanyuan. Tell him to meet me at the south campus parking lot. I’ll settle this there."
"Got it. I’ll head over too."
Hanging up, Zhou Jialu sighed.
Zhang Kang, a finance major, had worked with her in the student council—if you could call it that.
The guy came from a moderately wealthy family and had a pretentious streak. The way he’d leered at her during their first meeting had instantly revealed his creepiness.
He’d constantly pressured her to be his girlfriend, preaching about how women should "cash in on their looks while young"—implying he was the ideal investment.
Zhou Jialu had rejected him firmly countless times, but Zhang Kang refused to take the hint.
This time, he’d probably gotten intel from a neighboring dorm girl.
Learning she was dating someone and spending nights out must’ve sent him into a rage.
Sure enough, when Zhou Jialu pulled into the south campus lot, she spotted Zhang Kang pacing near the curb, visibly seething as he ranted at Liu Yuanyuan.
Liu Yuanyuan wasn’t having it either—she wasn’t one to back down.
"I’ve told you idiots a million times—Zhou Jialu won’t find anyone better than me! And now some random trashy punk swoops in and—ugh! What a waste!"
Zhang Kang clutched his head, nearly hysterical.
Liu Yuanyuan scoffed. "Dude, are you delusional? ‘Won’t find anyone better’? You’re seriously underestimating our Jialu."
"Isn't that the truth? She's from some rural backwater, didn’t even study a lucrative major, and nearly failed to graduate because of flunked courses. These days, an average 985 graduate in Jiangcheng is worth less than dirt."
Zhang Kang didn’t bother hiding his contempt. "For someone like her, a guy with my credentials is basically the top-tier option among men willing to seriously date her, you get me? Sure, maybe some wealthy guys wouldn’t mind keeping her as a short-term fling, but that’s a whole different game. Honestly, I’m the one genuinely willing to commit!"
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...
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.
. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
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.”
