Finally, Kong Huaijin leaned breathlessly against Zhou Yi's shoulder, panting.
Zhou Yi turned his face slightly, a flicker of amusement flashing in his eyes.
"Are you okay, sis?"
"No wonder they say men are naturally good at kissing. How did you learn so quickly..."
Kong Huaijin bit her lip, looking as though she still hadn’t had enough.
She wrapped her arms around Zhou Yi’s and said affectionately, "Do you like kissing me?"
Zhou Yi nodded shyly. "Mhm... I do. Your lips are so soft, and they smell nice too."
Kong Huaijin smiled, her eyes curving. "Then, will you date me?"
Zhou Yi hesitated, his brows furrowing with concern. "I’m afraid you might just be acting on impulse. After all, you’re so outstanding—there are so many men who like you. I’m just an ordinary college student. Who knows if you’ll lose interest in me in a few days? A woman’s heart can be unpredictable."
Kong Huaijin understood his worries. They had only just met, and she wasn’t sure if it was just a rush of hormones or something more. Maybe they needed more time together to give each other a real chance.
She chuckled. "Alright, then let’s start as friends first."
Zhou Yi nodded. "That’s fine. I’m just worried Uncle Kong might think I’m deliberately..."
"Don’t worry. My dad would be thrilled if I got married sooner. Last time, he even told me how much he admires you."
Only then did Zhou Yi relax, a faint smile appearing. "That’s good."
Later, the two left the bench, and Zhou Yi took many beautiful photos of her with his phone—some candid, yet every single one highlighted her beauty.
When she stood on the grass playing with a bubble machine, she truly looked like a carefree young lady. In the lens, the woman appeared gentle and radiant, surrounded by a few children—a heartwarming scene.
Kong Huaijin had never seen herself like this before. Flipping through the photos Zhou Yi had taken, she couldn’t stop smiling.
Next, Zhou Yi took her on a roller coaster.
It was her first time riding one. Midway, she shut her eyes in fear, and Zhou Yi, sitting beside her, shouted, "If you’re scared, just scream!"
Kong Huaijin joined the other passengers in shrieking loudly. The thrill was exhilarating, and she completely let go of herself.
When they got off, her legs were weak, but she was laughing uncontrollably. Zhou Yi held her hand as she crouched on the ground, laughing freely.
"That was... so much fun! Just now, I felt like I was about to fly out of my seat—like my soul left my body, haha!"
Her eyes sparkled, filled with tiny fragments of light. She had shed her usual poised, aristocratic demeanor, appearing utterly relaxed and natural.
Zhou Yi raised a brow. "Want to go again?"
She quickly shook her head and waved her hands. "No, no! Next time. If I ride it again today, I’ll be dreaming about roller coasters all night."
Zhou Yi laughed and suggested the carousel instead. Though Kong Huaijin wasn’t particularly interested, she didn’t refuse since he had proposed it.
Zhou Yi only wanted her to ride so he could take more photos.
This was the perfect place to capture the most beautiful pictures of the day. For women, photos were memories—especially the ones they considered the prettiest.
Every time she looked at these photos in the future, she would think of him, of the way her heart raced today, of all the happiness.
The two rode the carousel together. Kong Huaijin had assumed Zhou Yi would watch from below, but instead, he took the seat behind her.
"Look at me."
"Smile, sis."
"This one’s gorgeous."
"Absolutely stunning."
"You look even better than a model."
Under Zhou Yi’s constant praise, Kong Huaijin completely lost herself.
In the last minute, Zhou Yi got off the horse behind her and sat beside her instead.
He wrapped his arms around her from behind, lifting his phone close to her cheek. "Let’s take a selfie, sis."
In the frame, she wore bunny ears while Zhou Yi sported bear ears—they looked like a real couple.
Then came the best part.
Zhou Yi handed her the phone. "I’ve taken enough photos of you today. You take the selfie this time."
Kong Huaijin accepted the phone with a smile, looking into the camera—just as Zhou Yi turned slightly to gaze at her. The young man’s eyes were filled with warmth, as if he were looking at his beloved girlfriend.
That focused, tender expression made Kong Huaijin press the shutter without hesitation.
From then on, this photo became her favorite.
Out of all the pictures, this one wasn’t the most flattering of her—but Zhou Yi’s expression and the atmosphere of the moment completely captivated her.
By the time they stepped off the carousel, the way Kong Huaijin looked at Zhou Yi had changed.
Her fondness for him had grown significantly—now at 80.
Some people’s love is quiet, deepening gradually over time.
Others experience love like wildfire—fast and intense, like love at first sight.
Kong Huaijin’s feelings for Zhou Yi weren’t exactly love at first sight, but they had risen rapidly.
As they left the amusement park, she was still reluctant for the day to end.
Seeing her unstoppable smile, Zhou Yi chuckled. "We can come back anytime you want."
Kong Huaijin’s eyes brimmed with undisguised affection. "I only want to come if it’s with you."
She opened the car door and slid into the sports car. "Let’s go. I want to see your company."
When they arrived at Huanyu, two handsome security guards at the entrance immediately stood up to greet them. "Good afternoon, President Zhou."
Kong Huaijin raised a brow as they walked. "Oh? Your company hires security based on looks?"
"Well, the building already has security downstairs. I just brought them in as a precaution against lock tampering. They’re more like mascots—pleasant to look at, don’t you think?"
"Then the female employees here must be very happy."
Inside, a pair of beautiful twins at the reception desk smiled and greeted them. Kong Huaijin added,
"Seems like the male employees are just as lucky. Maybe I should take notes—boost employee satisfaction at my own company."
Zhou Yi and Kong Huaijin entered the office together, drawing the attention of all the employees, who greeted him warmly.
"President Zhou."
"President Zhou’s here!"
"Good afternoon, President Zhou."
...
After spending time with Zhou Yi these past few days, the employees had realized he was a kind and approachable boss. They no longer feared him—instead, they seemed genuinely fond of him.
Kong Huaijin could tell—these weren’t forced smiles. The employees truly liked Zhou Yi.
She glanced at him again. So the rumors about Huanyu being a paradise for workers weren’t exaggerated?
If Zhou Yi treated his employees poorly, they wouldn’t act this way.
Those benefits and perks were real—he truly cared for his staff.
Just then, Jiang Ruolan, hearing the commotion, opened her office door and stepped out.
When she noticed Kong Huaijin standing beside Zhou Yi, her pupils constricted slightly, and a sense of foreboding crept into her heart.
Why would the eldest daughter of the Kong family appear here?
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
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.”
