On the other side.
Su Bai drove his car, accompanied by the twin beauties, to the riverside embankment.
In autumn, the outdoor scenery of Jiangcheng was quite pleasant.
The weather had gradually cooled, making it comfortable to stay outside without feeling too hot.
Holding hands with the sisters, Su Bai strolled along the grassy path, listening to Wan Xinyan share amusing stories from their art college.
It had to be said—even within the same university, life could vary drastically between majors.
For instance, those studying broadcasting and hosting had to practice vocal exercises every morning.
Dance majors, on the other hand, had to strictly control their weight.
Rumor had it that the dance department’s teachers had issued an ultimatum:
No one was allowed to gain weight during the Mid-Autumn and National Day holidays.
Upon their return, the teachers would set up a scale in the girls’ dormitory and weigh each student one by one.
Those who failed the check wouldn’t be allowed back into their rooms.
Compared to the dance students, Su Bai felt life for regular majors was downright indulgent.
After all, Jiangcheng University had a relatively relaxed atmosphere, encouraging students to pursue their own paths.
Unless their major demanded it, students were free to decide how to spend their days.
But many lacked the discipline to make the most of that freedom.
Su Bai didn’t consider himself exceptional, but at least he’d sought advice from seniors when he first enrolled.
Aside from attending classes, he followed a self-study plan in his dorm, learning practical skills.
His goal was to master some useful knowledge by the second half of next year and try to land a spot as a lab assistant.
After that, he’d look into internships, send out resumes, and gain work experience during breaks…
For kids from ordinary backgrounds, securing a decent job required extra effort.
Of course, after binding with the "Extravagance Tycoon System," all those plans had been overturned…
"We actually have a lot of free time in broadcasting, Su Bai. If you ever want company, you can always call us," Wan Xinyan said, clinging to his arm and bouncing excitedly.
"Yeah, my sister and I are usually available."
...
Su Bai’s thoughts began to wander.
"We’ve walked quite a bit—I’m a little tired. Let’s head back to the car for a while."
"Sure, sounds good!"
The Mercedes GLE was parked in a secluded spot under the shade of trees.
The riverside embankment was already sparsely populated, and this location was especially discreet.
Coupled with the tinted windows, no one outside could see what was happening inside.
Even so, the outdoor setting made the Wan sisters—who were alone with a guy for the first time—a little nervous.
Beep beep~
Su Bai unlocked the car, opened the rear door, and slid into the middle seat before gesturing for them to join.
The two girls immediately understood, climbing in from either side and shutting the doors behind them.
The locks clicked into place.
The enclosed space blocked out the autumn sunlight.
...
"Su Bai, you make us feel so safe."
...
A long while later.
Su Bai leaned back against the car’s leather seats and pulled an ice-cold cola from the built-in fridge.
Gulp, gulp…
Refreshing!
"So, Young Master Su, was it to your satisfaction?"
Wan Xinyan teased in a playful, period-drama tone, grinning.
"Very much so," Su Bai replied with genuine praise.
...
Even the system had rewarded him twice in a row—proof of their excellence!
"Does that mean we’ve earned the right to stay by your side long-term?"
"Mmm… you passed the first round."
"And when’s the next round?"
"During our trip in a few days. If you perform well, there’ll be rewards."
He pinched their cheeks and dangled the carrot.
Admittedly, "empty promises" were something modern women despised—but Su Bai was so filthy rich that even if he delivered only 10% of what he promised, it would still be wealth far beyond what the sisters could ever dream of.
Wan Xinyan immediately vowed, "Don’t worry, Su Bai. We’ll make sure you’re happy, hehe~"
After finishing his cola, Su Bai lazily opened the system interface to check the two rewards he’d just received.
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.
Explosive Plot Song Gua crossed over into another world, bringing along a whole crew of his doppelgangers—all of them mischief-makers. This was a world where everyone could choose a class. Song Gua became a "Bondweaver," capable of borrowing power, while his doppelgangers took on a wide variety of classes, covering just about everything. The number of doppelgangers grew day by day, each one a talented individual with a charming way of speaking. Under Song Gua's brilliant leadership, they would "greet" each other daily and engage in friendly "sparring," pulling off one major scheme after another on Earth. Sometimes they were bandits—stealing bosses, plundering mines, snatching resources. Sometimes they were saviors—descending like divine warriors to face world bosses threatening to massacre cities. Sometimes they even went undercover, infiltrating various major factions to stir up trouble from within, keeping their enemies constantly on edge. To prevent their doppelganger abilities from being exposed, Song Gua made them wear masks with mahjong tile patterns and don Taoist robes in various colors. "Remember, in front of outsiders, call me 'The Dice.'" "Got it! Boss!" "Not 'Boss'—it's 'The Dice.' Think about the vibe, pay attention to the vibe." "Yes! Boss!" "For crying out loud..." From then on, whenever they appeared, they would have their own theme song playing: ~Hey~ paying respects at the mountain stronghold at night~ whose arm is draped over whose shoulder~ gather your courage and follow along...
esick Sect? Well, at least it's considered a respectable orthodox sect. Wait a minute— What kind of vibe are you all giving off? Shouldn’t this be a love-struck, romance-obsessed sect? Why does everyone here sound more like demonic cultivators? "Master, today he’s getting married. This disciple wishes to descend the mountain and crash the wedding, then toy with him to death right in front of his wife..." "Elder, I only got into your sect through connections, so why won’t you teach me anything?" "Because I also became an elder through connections." Thankfully, Su Ji was just an outer sect labor disciple. Surely, nothing too crazy would— "Junior Brother, you’ve broken through to Qi Refining. Once you sever your useless spiritual root, you can officially become an outer sect disciple." "The Great Dao is merciless. Don’t let a worthless spiritual root waste your essence and spirit, hindering your cultivation." Is this really the Lovesick Sect? ... Three years later, Su Ji sat in the seat of the Lovesick Sect’s sect master, sighing with emotion. His rise to this position all started when his junior sister adamantly insisted on preserving his "spiritual root." "Mmm... Senior Brother, what’s our relationship now?" "Stop talking. Keep going." "By the way, that newly promoted top-tier sect—didn’t they come to buy our Love Beans?" "One top-grade spirit stone per Love Bean—is that really so expensive?" "I suspect they’ve eaten too many Love Beans." "Now they’re lovesick." Well, this really is the Lovesick Sect after all.
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."
