Xu Mu felt a bit helpless—was this how women were?
After hanging up the phone, he grabbed Meng Wanyue’s hand. "Wanyue, we owe this success to you!"
"Huh? President Xu, what did I do?"
"Do you remember the honey trap we fell into before?"
Xu Mu briefly recounted what had happened. "If it weren’t for you organizing the footage, installing the cameras this time would’ve been a huge hassle."
Hearing this, the gloom on Meng Wanyue’s face instantly vanished. "Oh, it was nothing. Just doing my job."
...
Inside the Feng Family Manor.
Sun Wei was hiding in a camera blind spot, scrolling through videos of beautiful women.
You can’t have your cake and eat it too—if you want something, you have to give something up.
He was the head of the Feng family’s security team, managing nearly a hundred men.
The reason? He’d married the daughter of the Feng family’s butler.
By all accounts, he was a winner in life. But his wife weighed over 230 pounds and had a ferocious temper.
He’d thought about sneaking off to a club, but he was terrified.
If his wife or father-in-law found out, he’d be finished.
So, he could only satisfy himself by watching videos.
Just then, a text message popped up on his phone.
"Sun Wei, remember our little encounter? Keep this video safe—wouldn’t want your wife to find out."
Below the message was a link.
Sun Wei frowned but clicked it anyway. All his money was controlled by his wife, so even if it was a virus, they couldn’t steal anything.
The link led to a single video—the one from that day in the hotel.
The first frame showed a bald man roaring, "You bastard! How dare you mess with my wife!"
Sun Wei’s face turned deathly pale. Those scumbags had taken his money—where was their honor among thieves?
His heart pounded, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead. What now?
If this video reached his wife or father-in-law, he might as well be dead.
As panic set in, his phone rang.
Sun Wei answered immediately, his voice tense. "Who is this?"
"Who I am doesn’t matter. If you don’t do as I say, this video goes straight to your father-in-law and your wife."
The voice on the other end was distorted, clearly synthetic.
"What do you want?"
"I don’t like wasting words. There’s a small warehouse at the left corner of the Feng Manor’s front yard. You have half an hour to set it on fire."
"That’s impossible! The manor’s main power lines run behind that warehouse!"
Sun Wei protested.
"Exactly. The clock starts now. If the warehouse isn’t burning in thirty minutes, the video gets sent."
"Wait—"
Before Sun Wei could argue, the call ended.
Fear gripped him. If that video got out, given the butler’s close ties to Feng Kang, he’d be as good as dead.
But arson? If caught, he’d still be ruined.
One was a certainty; the other, a risk.
He had no choice.
If he covered his tracks well enough, no one would suspect him.
The place had wiring—he could blame it on an electrical overload or a short circuit.
With that thought, he steeled himself and moved.
...
Xu Mu and Meng Wanyue had been waiting outside. Feng Yue had just messaged, telling him to expect results in half an hour.
About ten minutes later, Xu Mu spotted a plume of black smoke rising from the Feng Family Manor.
Using his heightened perception, he confirmed the warehouse was ablaze.
Guards rushed to the front yard to fight the fire.
Xu Mu turned to Meng Wanyue. "Wanyue, drive to the back of the manor. Now."
"Got it."
Meng Wanyue sped off.
The rear of the Feng Manor had towering walls.
She hopped out of the car, grabbed a backpack from the back seat, and pulled on a black mask.
"Leave it to me, President Xu."
With a light leap, she landed on the car’s roof.
"Got an extra mask? I’m coming too."
Xu Mu climbed up beside her. The Feng villa was massive, and Meng Wanyue had never been inside. Finding the study would take time.
But Xu Mu knew the layout. From the memories of the original Xu Mu, he recalled that when the Xu family first arrived in Yang City, Xu Shou had brought Xu Mu and Xu Ningbing to visit the Fengs.
"Alright!"
Meng Wanyue remembered that Xu Mu knew that "senior"—he must be a martial artist himself.
Besides, with her there, nothing would happen to him.
She opened the backpack and handed him another mask.
As soon as Xu Mu put it on, Meng Wanyue sprang into action.
She slung the backpack over her shoulders, leaped, and used the wall to propel herself up, grabbing the top edge.
Once atop the wall, she reached down. "President Xu, come on!"
"Don’t worry about me—go ahead!" Xu Mu waved her off.
"Right!"
Meng Wanyue dropped down into the manor.
Xu Mu tucked his hands into his pockets and activated Cloud Step.
He walked on air—one step, two steps, three—effortlessly clearing the wall.
Meng Wanyue pulled out a device to scan for cameras. "Clear. No active surveillance here."
"Move fast. No one’s around."
Xu Mu took her hand, and they slipped inside the villa.
His perception confirmed the area was empty—everyone was at the front fighting the fire.
They reached the study.
"Quick, where’s the best spot for the camera?" Xu Mu asked.
Meng Wanyue scanned the room and pointed. "That outlet. We can wire it in for continuous operation."
"Do it."
Xu Mu nodded, expanding his perception to monitor their surroundings.
Meng Wanyue worked swiftly—unscrewing the outlet, installing the tiny camera, connecting the wires, and sealing it back up.
"Done, President Xu."
She packed up her tools and shouldered the backpack.
"Upstairs, now!"
Xu Mu grabbed her hand and rushed out, closing the study door behind them.
"What’s wrong?"
Meng Wanyue looked puzzled but followed.
"Someone’s coming."
Xu Mu’s senses picked up a man approaching the villa.
Exiting through the front would mean crossing paths.
On the second floor, Xu Mu opened a window overlooking the rear grounds and jumped down.
Meng Wanyue followed, eyeing him curiously. How had he known someone was near?
They escaped the manor undetected and drove off.
But they didn’t go far, stopping just outside the Feng property.
Seven or eight minutes later, the smoke dissipated completely.
Xu Mu smiled at Meng Wanyue. "Let’s head back."
She nodded.
...
Back in Jiang City.
Xu Mu and Meng Wanyue returned to their respective homes.
Xu Mu lay on his sofa, eyes closed, processing the day’s events.
Then, his doorbell rang.
Xu Mu sensed the approaching presence and recognized it as Xiao Ran.
"What does this woman want with me?"
Puzzled, Xu Mu stood up and went to open the door.
his freshman year, Su Bai accidentally bound the "Indulgence Tycoon System." 【Sleeping in? Reward: +$1,000】 【Spent $288 at a street barbecue stall? Cashback: +$2,880】 【Dropped $14,396 on in-game skins? Special reward unlocked: A brand-new Porsche Panamera!】 Luxury cars, penthouses, corporate shares, financial empires… College life was all about living freely and doing whatever he pleased! … When the adorably naive academic genius faced family medical bills and financial struggles, Su Bai waved his hand dismissively: "Your future is on me." "Wuwu~ Big Brother is so good to me! I’ll become a scientist to repay you!" When the genius girl got bullied by a shady professor? Su Bai casually dropped a billion-dollar investment, forcing the university to grovel and beg for her return. A company’s funding chain collapsing? Su Bai smirked—cash was the one thing he’d never run out of. Years later, when people traced the rise of the AI prodigy beauty, who was the man behind her success? Not just that—Su Bai also became the tsundere campus belle’s unattainable dream, the contrast senior’s daily necessity, and the beautiful counselor’s emotional anchor…
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...
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
to panic—he has a system. As long as an investment target dies, he can claim a reward. And since he is immortal, the one thing he has plenty of is time. ... Countless years later. “Immortal Emperor of Longevity? I invested in him.” “Supreme Celestial Venerable? I invested in him.” “Undying Empress? I invested in her.” “...” “Heh. Once they’ve all died, even the Heavenly Dao will have to kneel and call me Dad.”
