In the end, Zhang Tianrui drove all those women out and lay alone on the sofa in the private room, drinking in silence.
Meanwhile, Zhou Yi and Song Rou freshened up and lay in bed chatting.
"Yi, you're so good."
"How so?"
Song Rou suddenly blushed, nestling softly into his arms. "In every way... I really like it."
"Actually, earlier... was Ruige watching us?"
Song Rou looked slightly surprised. "You... you knew?"
If even Zhou Yi had noticed, Zhang Tianrui must have been utterly humiliated.
Song Rou felt a pang of guilt, thinking she had gone too far.
Yet at the same time, she couldn’t help but be completely drawn to Zhou Yi.
Zhou Yi gave a meaningful smile. "I could sense it at the time."
Song Rou let out a bitter laugh. "How absurd, the two of us."
She and Zhang Tianrui were truly a match made in absurdity—each ridiculous in their own way.
Zhou Yi shed a few crocodile tears, feigning remorse as he said,
"Maybe I should have stopped then. But, sister-in-law, the moment I saw your face, I just... Perhaps I was seduced by you. I lost all control."
Naturally, Song Rou was pleased to hear this.
After all, she and Zhou Yi had already shared such intimacy, and she was thoroughly satisfied with him—in every way.
She couldn’t help but develop special feelings for him.
Zhou Yi was gentle and skilled—how could she not adore him?
No wonder men preferred younger women. Now that she’d experienced it herself, she understood completely.
Song Rou wrapped her arms around Zhou Yi’s waist, pressing against him as she cooed, "So you really like me too, don’t you?"
Zhou Yi pinched her nose affectionately and chuckled softly. "How could I not like someone as wonderful as you, sister-in-law?"
Though Song Rou was already in her late twenties, she had maintained herself impeccably—her skin fair and smooth, no different from a girl of seventeen or eighteen.
Add to that her sweet, alluring voice and her uninhibited nature in bed, she might as well have been a siren.
What a pity for Zhang Tianrui—to have such a bewitching wife yet lack the fortune to enjoy her.
Song Rou’s eyes sparkled as she gazed at Zhou Yi and said,
"Then... shall we go again?"
Zhou Yi raised a brow. "Can you handle it?"
After years of repression, now that she’d finally tasted this pleasure, how could she possibly be satisfied so quickly?
In the end, under Song Rou’s soft pleas, Zhou Yi obliged once more.
They carried on from day to night, then night to the next morning.
Thanks to his system’s enhancements and the array of perks available in its shop—all purchasable with attribute points—Zhou Yi had no trouble keeping up.
While Zhou Yi and Song Rou reveled in their bliss, Zhang Tianrui spent the night at the club.
Yet the next day, he appeared at his own doorstep impeccably dressed in a suit.
He had deliberately chosen to return in the afternoon.
Zhang Tianrui first called Song Rou to confirm they were both awake.
Her tone was noticeably gentler, her voice dripping with softness like water.
Zhang Tianrui thought perhaps she, too, was weighed down by guilt.
When Zhang Tianrui arrived, Zhou Yi was sitting on the couch browsing real estate listings.
You Man’s birthday was at the end of the month, and he had promised to buy her an apartment as a gift.
077: "Why not buy one next to Zhang Tianrui’s place? I heard the neighbor just moved out."
Zhou Yi: "That’s not just twisting the knife—it’s burying it. If I actually lived next door, forget about Song Rou sneaking over all the time—what if Zhang Tianrui snaps and does something drastic? Never push a man past his limits."
077: "But you already crossed that line last night. His limits seem pretty low, judging by how he’s still smiling at you."
Zhou Yi glanced at Zhang Tianrui, who sat across from him on the sofa, greeting him with a smile.
This man was terrifying.
Zhou Yi marveled inwardly—some people succeeded for a reason. Zhang Tianrui was a ruthless man among ruthless men.
Still, someone like him could stab you in the back at any moment. Zhou Yi had no intention of pushing him too far.
He also knew better than to show even a hint of pity—that would only twist the knife deeper.
So he simply acted as if nothing had happened, greeting him with the same polite warmth as before. "Ruige."
Zhou Yi remained the picture of humility and courtesy, no different from when he’d first arrived yesterday—as though nothing had transpired between them.
Zhang Tianrui smiled faintly. "Did you rest well last night?"
Zhou Yi returned a light smile. "Very well, thank you for your hospitality."
Song Rou stood beside Zhang Tianrui, her gaze lingering on Zhou Yi with unmistakable affection.
Zhou Yi quickly changed the subject. "By the way, Ruige, when are we visiting the old gentleman?"
At the mention of business, Zhang Tianrui’s expression turned serious.
"First thing tomorrow. Today, I’ll brief you on him. He’s a figure of immense importance—we absolutely cannot afford to offend him."
Zhou Yi nodded. "Understood."
Zhang Tianrui gave a concise overview of the old man’s background.
In a nutshell? "First-generation red nobility."
No further explanation was needed.
"The old man is ninety-five now. For months, the hospital’s been barely keeping him alive. They’ve tried everything—nothing works."
"His body weakens by the day, yet he clings to this world. They’ve consulted renowned doctors, fortune-tellers, Taoist priests, Buddhist monks—nothing helps. The doctors say he doesn’t have long, unless someone can extend his life."
"His son declared that whoever cures the old man will be like a brother to him."
"Yi, it’s up to you now—whether you can be that miracle worker."
Zhang Tianrui’s gaze was laden with meaning.
If Zhou Yi could heal the old man, his future would be limitless.
The old man was currently bedridden in the Zhang family’s hospital. If their own doctors had someone of Zhou Yi’s caliber, they wouldn’t have needed to bring him here.
Now, they were staking everything on Zhou Yi.
If he succeeded, the Zhang family would share in the credit.
If he failed, they could still say they’d done their best—no loss either way.
This was also why Zhang Tianrui tolerated Zhou Yi. For someone with unique skills like his, it was better not to make an enemy.
Who knew? One day, Zhou Yi might become that man’s honored guest.
This was a matter of life and death—they might need Zhou Yi’s help again someday.
After listening, Zhou Yi understood. No wonder Zhang Ming had invested so heavily—a million without hesitation. There was a deeper reason behind it.
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?"
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...
or! A blessing for those who struggle with love, a guidebook for dating novices. Quickly match with your dream goddess! Complete walkthroughs earn rewards, and perfect walkthroughs unlock limited achievements!】 Shen Yi, an ordinary office worker, accidentally downloads a mini-game called Dating Simulator. The mini-game is simple: randomly search for dating targets, simulate dates, and receive rewards upon successful confession. Rewards include but are not limited to money, attributes, and skills. The higher the evaluation, the better the rewards, with perfect ratings unlocking mysterious achievements. Shen Yi plans to use this mysterious mini-game to continuously pursue targets and improve himself, making his life better and better. ...... However, after several successful walkthroughs, Shen Yi suddenly notices something strange - the targets he previously simulated dating seem to be searching for him in real life?
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.”
