Afterwards.
Chen Yusheng lay lazily on her side, her back resting against Su Bai's solid frame. His arm was tucked beneath her head, serving as a surprisingly comfortable pillow.
She had never imagined that the muscular arm of a tall, strong guy like Su Bai could feel so nice—not too hard or uncomfortable.
Muscles probably only reveal their true strength during heavy physical labor.
Chen Yusheng gazed at Su Bai's forearm and slender fingers, then instinctively reached to hold his hand, interlacing their fingers.
It was a blissful, secure feeling.
Then she noticed Su Bai’s free left hand holding a phone, angling it to snap a photo of their intertwined fingers. The background—a distinctly hotel-style pillow and rumpled sheets—hinted at something more intimate.
Chen Yusheng turned to look at Su Bai, puzzled. Neither of them was the type to document their lives through photos.
"This picture would make a great announcement post for my social media, don’t you think?"
"...You want to make it public?"
"That surprised look on your face makes it seem like I’m some irresponsible jerk," Su Bai said, amused.
"But you... well, I’m your kept woman, not your regular girlfriend," Chen Yusheng murmured, her eyes flickering.
"Exactly because you’re not a regular girlfriend that I want to announce it."
"Won’t that ruin your chances with other girls? Hmph."
Her tone was tinged with jealousy, a rare moment of playful pouting as she waited for his response, her heartbeat growing fervent.
She had assumed their arrangement would stay a private, secretive affair—that outwardly, they’d maintain their old dynamic as just friends.
Chen Yusheng had already accepted this. After all, Su Bai was incredibly wealthy, and he treated her well. Being sweet and affectionate in private was enough. She didn’t need the full girlfriend experience.
Or so she told herself. Deep down, she still felt a twinge of regret. As a freshman, she yearned for the kind of sweet, romantic relationship every girl dreams of, especially with someone who felt like a soulmate.
Yet here was Su Bai, actually proposing to go public.
Su Bai, however, was unapologetic. "Because I really like you. At least for now, I want you to be my girlfriend. I want everyone to know."
"As for other girls... well, you know I hate complications. If someone can’t accept that I have a girlfriend, I’m not interested in dealing with them anyway."
"I prefer keeping my relationships harmonious."
Hearing this, Chen Yusheng instantly understood his reasoning.
Of course—Su Bai prioritized his own peace of mind. He wasn’t the type of messy, traditional playboy who’d let his life spiral into chaos. To him, that was no better than begging.
If he was going to be a playboy, he’d do it with dignity.
"So... I’m your official girlfriend now?"
"Yep, you are!"
"Hmph."
Chen Yusheng giggled quietly to herself before murmuring, "Fine, I’ll reluctantly agree to go public."
"Oh, it’s reluctant? Then forget it. Staying low-key is fine too."
With that, Su Bai pretended to put his phone away.
Panicking, Chen Yusheng snatched it back, unlocking it with his finger. She sent the photo of their clasped hands to her own account, "Rain Pause," then nestled against Su Bai’s chest, happily tapping away at her phone.
After drafting the post, she quickly hit "share" on her social media, then copied the text and sent it to Su Bai.
"You post it too. The exact same thing."
"Alright, alright!"
Su Bai chuckled. He was the type who hated crafting social media posts, so her taking charge was a relief.
But when he read the caption, he nearly laughed out loud.
This was so quintessentially Chen Yusheng.
[LOL, so Su Bai acts all proper around you, huh?
Well, he’s a whole different person with me...
Extra energetic, if you know what I mean...
If you think you can handle it, go ahead and click the pic—
Psych! Not showing you anything!
Hehe~
Wanna be my forever plus-one?]
Paired with the photo of their hands against the disheveled hotel sheets, it was... something else.
Honestly?
Unhinged.
No normal girl would write something like this. Her family must’ve hired a chaos gremlin as her life coach.
But then again—
This was exactly why Su Bai adored her.
If she were like other girls, obsessing over societal expectations, power plays, and one-upmanship in relationships, she’d lose that unique charm.
Loving someone openly, proudly declaring, "I’m sleeping with this man from now on"—
That was pure Chen Yusheng.
Seemingly thrilled with her masterpiece, she even took Su Bai’s phone to post the same thing, only swapping the names.
But the moment the posts went live, Chen Yusheng froze.
Then she buried herself under the blankets, rolling around in bed.
"Ahhh! I’m gonna die of embarrassment!"
"Seriously?" Su Bai grinned. "You wrote that unhinged caption and now you’re shy?"
"W-well, yeah! Being chaotic is fun, but still..."
"I get it," Su Bai nodded sagely. "Your abstract ambitions have outpaced your cringe tolerance."
"Mhm!"
Chen Yusheng popped her head out from the covers, nodding eagerly at Su Bai with a look that screamed, "You totally get me!"
...
Their phones buzzed nonstop with likes and comments.
Neither bothered to check.
Or maybe they were too scared to.
Some people are like that—thriving on chaos but secretly terrified of the fallout, like kids who love setting off firecrackers in sewers but panic at the thought of getting caught.
Right now, their social circles were indeed like a sewer hit by a firecracker.
The explosion was instantaneous.
Dozens of reactions flooded their posts.
...
In a graduate dorm at Jiangcheng University,
Xia Lin lounged in an artsy wicker chair by the window, basking in the afternoon sun during her tea break.
She’d just woken from a nap. With nothing to do until her evening lab session, she was savoring the downtime.
Not all grad students were equally busy. Some slaved away in labs until 10 PM, living a 996 grind.
But Xia Lin? She’d chosen an easygoing, low-pressure advisor.
Not like she needed a high-powered career anyway.
Such was the life of a wealthy girl—as long as things were comfortable, ambition was optional.
Just as Xia Lin was about to pick up a book to indulge in some literary refinement, several classmates suddenly messaged her on WeChat, urging Director Xia to check Su Bai and Chen Yusheng’s social media posts immediately.
When Xia Lin opened the app, her lazy expression abruptly turned serious.
Then, a pleased smile curled at the corners of her lips.
“Well, well… this little one… actually succeeded so quickly.”

rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!

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.”

with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!

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."