The warm winter sun streamed through the massive floor-to-ceiling windows of the club's second-floor bedroom, casting golden patches of light across the carpet. The smart ventilation system hummed silently, maintaining the room at a perfectly comfortable twenty-four degrees Celsius.
On the expansive, plush custom bed, amidst the tangled silk sheets, there lingered the faint, intimate afterglow of last night's "scientific experiment."
Su Bai leaned against the headboard, his flawlessly sculpted muscles exuding a breathtaking tension in the morning light.
Curled up in his arms like a lazy kitten was Chen Yusheng.
Her silky black hair cascaded across Su Bai's chest, and a few faint red marks still lingered on her fair skin.
Stripped of the rigorous, aloof academic aura she usually carried in the lab, she lay with her beautiful, crystal-clear eyes gently closed. Her long eyelashes rested quietly against her cheeks like butterfly wings, radiating an unguarded softness and innocent charm.
She looked much more like the girl Su Bai had first met.
"Awake?"
Feeling the slight stir of the woman in his arms, Su Bai lowered his head and pressed a gentle good-morning kiss to her forehead.
"Mmm..."
Chen Yusheng let out a soft, sleepy murmur, slowly fluttering open her clear, beautiful eyes.
She was in no rush to get up. Instead, she nestled deeper into the warmth of Su Bai's embrace, nuzzling against him like a little girl reluctant to leave her bed.
Whenever she was thoroughly satisfied by him, she would become incredibly docile, just like a little kitten.
"Was Professor Chen satisfied with last night's practical experiment?" Su Bai teased, a wicked smirk playing on his lips.
At his words, even someone as famously rational as Chen Yusheng couldn't stop a blush from creeping up her cheeks.
Truth be told, without the barrier of protection, the sensation really did have a subtle difference.
In short, it made her crave her Big White Goose even more.
She reached out and gave his waist a light pinch, chiding him, "You always act so innocent after taking advantage of me. My theoretical data was perfectly sound, but your... practical intensity completely exceeded the normal human sample range."
Su Bai laughed out loud, pulling her even closer.
Since they had reached a consensus to "conceive a child during their prime golden age of twenty," and had taken very deep, practical steps toward that goal last night, it was naturally time to put the next phase of preparations on the agenda.
"Speaking of which, shouldn't we start looking into baby stuff ahead of time?"
Su Bai grabbed his brand-new foldable phone from the nightstand. Operating it with one hand, he opened a few top-tier domestic shopping apps and high-end international boutique platforms.
"Like strollers, cribs, and all sorts of random maternity and baby supplies," Su Bai said as he scrolled through the screen.
Piqued by the idea, Chen Yusheng shifted upward and leaned against Su Bai's shoulder. With their heads resting together, they stared at the small phone screen.
"This stroller looks pretty good," Su Bai said, pointing at a limited-edition, purely handcrafted stroller on the screen that featured a co-branded logo from a famous supercar manufacturer. "Full carbon fiber frame, genuine leather interior, and top-tier shock absorption. The price tag is 180,000 yuan, and it looks pretty flashy."
"...A stroller needs a carbon fiber frame?" Chen Yusheng was slightly speechless. In her mind, that sort of material was strictly reserved for sports cars.
It gave off the absurd vibe of installing a V8 engine on a wheelchair.
In Su Bai's current consumer mindset, shopping was incredibly straightforward and blunt: whatever was the most expensive and looked the most premium was what he bought.
However, as an academic genius, Chen Yusheng's thought process was entirely opposed to this kind of logic.
She furrowed her pretty brows slightly, her clear eyes locked onto the specifications page on the screen.
"While full carbon fiber is lightweight, it has a high degree of brittleness. In the event of a lateral impact, its stress absorption might actually be inferior to aviation-grade aluminum alloy. Furthermore, even though this genuine leather interior uses a vegetable-tanning process, it's still impossible to completely rule out the risk of trace formaldehyde residue. For a newborn's highly sensitive respiratory tract, that is an uncontrollable variable."
Chen Yusheng analyzed the product with clear, methodical logic before reaching her conclusion: "This stroller is severely overpriced, and its practicality and absolute safety do not match the cost. I do not recommend buying it."
Su Bai was left completely dumbfounded.
Looking at the girl in his arms—who was applying the same rigorous, deadpan attitude she used to analyze computer hardware architecture to a baby stroller—he couldn't help but chuckle.
"Then what about this custom solid wood crib? It claims to be made from imported, century-old North American black walnut." Su Bai swiped to another product.
Chen Yusheng took one look and shook her head again. "Black walnut is dense, so it's certainly sturdy. But for a crib, the surface coating treatment is the critical factor. Even if they use standard eco-friendly water-based paint, there is still a period of chemical off-gassing. What we need is a material that genuinely meets food-grade, or even medical-grade, non-toxic standards."
They looked through several more maternity and baby products that Su Bai considered "top-tier," only for Chen Yusheng to veto every single one using her hardcore logic.
The two looked at each other in dismay.
Su Bai let out a helpless sigh. "I have more than enough money, so going straight for the most expensive options isn't an issue. But I honestly have no idea about all the hidden traps in the maternity and baby industry. Even if I drop hundreds of thousands on something, if it poses even the slightest potential risk to the baby, I'd just be paying to cause us grief."
Faced with this completely unfamiliar blind spot, both of them simultaneously succumbed to a sense of intellectual anxiety.
"Forget it. Let's leave professional matters to the professionals."
Among his vast network of female confidants, when it came to knowledge of top-tier brands and luxury lifestyle products, Zhou Jialu was probably the only one who truly understood the space.
After all, Zhou Jialu had attended a professional butler training program. Even though she didn't have any personal experience raising kids, the training program definitely covered it, and the instructors were all seasoned veterans.
Driven by this instinctual reliance, Su Bai didn't hesitate to open his WeChat chat with Zhou Jialu.
Meanwhile, down in the sunlit dining room on the first floor of the private club.
The morning sun poured through the massive floor-to-ceiling glass windows, spilling over a long dining table draped in a pristine white cloth.
Zhou Jialu sat elegantly at the table, dressed in a languid yet sexy burgundy silk robe. Her signature large, wavy curls cascaded freely, and her makeup-free face still radiated the captivating, nourished glow left over from last night.
Placed in front of her was an incredibly exquisite Suzhou-style breakfast, alongside a steaming bowl of top-grade bird's nest soup.
Bzz— Bzz—
The phone resting by her hand suddenly vibrated.
Zhou Jialu picked up the phone and opened WeChat. A message from Su Bai popped up on the screen.
[Crispy Big White Goose: Senior, do you know much about high-end maternity and baby products? For example, which brand makes the safest strollers, or which custom cribs use the most eco-friendly, non-toxic materials? Recommend a few absolutely top-tier brands for me.]
Reading the line of text, Zhou Jialu paused, the small silver spoon hovering in her hand.
Her incredibly alluring, fox-like eyes went wide. A moment later, a teasing, gossip-hungry smile quickly spread across her eyes.
Maternity and baby products? Strollers? Cribs?
Why on earth was her junior suddenly looking into these things so early in the morning?
Zhou Jialu's sharp intuition immediately sensed that there was more to this story.
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
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!
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?!
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
