A few minutes earlier.
Chen Yusheng slowly woke up on the spacious, soft bed. A sliver of intense sunlight peeking through the curtains confirmed it was probably already noon.
She stared blankly for a while before her memories gradually resurfaced.
As she recalled…, her cheeks and snow-white neck quickly grew burning hot.
After squirming under the covers for a bit, Chen Yusheng realized the room was likely empty—her bashfulness wouldn’t be seen by anyone, even if she emerged from the blankets.
But… it was just too absurd!
…
Glancing at her phone, she saw several unread messages—some from her roommate, others from her advisor.
She first asked her advisor for leave, then reassured her roommate that her overnight absence wasn’t due to some incident dramatic enough to feature on a true-crime show.
Next, Chen Yusheng tapped on Su Bai’s profile picture—a white goose.
Hmph, even his QQ avatar was a white goose.
She hesitated over whether to message him.
Clearly, Su Bai was busy with his own affairs, and what she needed now was rest.
But she missed him so much—she wanted him back by her side.
After much deliberation, Chen Yusheng finally admitted to herself that the only reason she could accept such an outrageous arrangement as being "kept" was that Su Bai was truly someone who resonated with her soul. A person like that… you’d probably only meet once in a lifetime.
No—most people wouldn’t even meet one at all.
Chen Yusheng knew her luck wasn’t great, so since she’d found Su Bai, she had to hold on tight.
But… they’d only been apart since morning. Would asking him to come back now make her seem too clingy?
Truth be told, Chen Yusheng had a bit of a contradictory personality—a childish pride that made her feel she wasn’t like those ordinary, shallow women.
So she couldn’t just act like a typical girl, clinging cutely to a man after intimacy.
And yet, she desperately wanted to talk to Su Bai.
After agonizing over it, she still couldn’t figure out how to start the conversation.
So she reopened an AI Q&A webpage.
"Last night, I finally took the plunge with the man I love. Today, I want to see him again—how should I message him to convey my feelings while still seeming like… well, a fun woman?"
That’s right. Chen Yusheng believed she was a fun woman—the key difference between her and the other girls around Su Bai. Hah!
The AI seemed stumped.
After freezing for a long time, it spat out: "Server not responding."
Fuming, Chen Yusheng puffed out her cheeks and tried another AI interface, repeating the question.
This time, she got several lengthy answers.
She skimmed through them one by one.
The first few were cringeworthy—just imagining them made her want to dig her toes into her socks (or better yet, vanish entirely).
But the last one made her eyes light up.
Not bad!
So she copied the suggested approach and sent Su Bai a 600-yuan red packet.
[Yuxie: [Red Packet - Congratulations, Good Fortune]]
[Crispy White Goose: [Chisato_QuestionMark]]
[Yuxie: Hmph, you… you did well last night. Next time, this big sister will book you again.]
[Crispy White Goose: [Lian_RabbitYear_LaughingMyAssOff]]
[Crispy White Goose: Did I scramble your brain last night, or have you been binge-reading shitposts?]
[Crispy White Goose: Baby, please act normal. You’re scaring me.]
[Yuxie: ……]
Chen Yusheng stared at her phone in silence, her entire face burning up again.
Suddenly, she flung the phone aside, burrowed back under the covers, and let out a humiliated groan.
Gaaahhh!
Her attempt at humor had been ruthlessly mocked by Su Bai.
She really shouldn’t have blindly trusted AI—stupid artificial intelligence wasn’t infallible after all.
Before long, her phone rang—an old anime theme song from a series she’d loved as a child.
But she hadn’t set it as her default ringtone.
No matter how much she liked a song, once it became a ringtone (or worse, an alarm), she’d grow to hate it.
However, after meeting Su Bai, she’d assigned that song as his exclusive caller tone.
That song, and Su Bai, were both her greatest loves.
Combining the two meant she’d never tire of it.
Bracing through the embarrassment, she answered.
Su Bai’s cheerful, amused voice came through the speaker.
"Awake now?"
"Mhm…"
"Hold on—I’m out grabbing food. I’ll be back soon. Want me to bring you something?"
"I can just order delivery."
"Don’t be shy with me. After all, we’re… y’know…"
"Stop! D-don’t say that word! Ugh… fine. I want spicy boiled fish."
"Extra spicy?"
"Extra spicy."
"No rice, just instant noodles?"
"Mhm!"
"Got it."
The call ended quickly.
Chen Yusheng held her phone, lips curling into an irrepressible smile.
Her conversations with Su Bai were always like this—efficient, effortless.
Filled with an innate tacit understanding.
The kind of understanding that mismatched couples could never replicate, no matter how long they dated.
Suddenly energized despite her soreness, Chen Yusheng wobbled to her feet and headed for the shower.
…
Incompatibility was often the downfall of relationships.
So really, Chen Yusheng and Su Bai were destined for a lifetime of happiness!
Well… technically, as Su Bai put it, he was "keeping her" for life.
Whatever. As long as they stayed together. In fact, being "kept" was arguably better for longevity—it meant they wouldn’t be constrained by the usual practicalities that doomed ordinary couples.
After showering, she felt refreshed… only to realize a critical issue.
Last night’s outfit—especially the black stockings—had been trashed.
So… what was she supposed to wear now?
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.
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
