Besides Ye Chen, there was also Mu Qingying's father, Mu Yuansheng.
Xu Mu didn't know why they had come. It couldn't be that Ye Chen had directly persuaded Mu Yuansheng and they were preparing to hand over Mu Qingying, could it?
Mu Qingying was still comfortably lying on her bed at this moment. She had been debating whether to open the door or not when her phone suddenly rang.
She took it out and looked, finding it was a call from her father.
"Hello... What? You're outside the door?"
Mu Qingying abruptly sat up from the bed. She shook her head in surprise, "Huh? It doesn't hurt anymore!"
"I told you, I know a thing or two about traditional Chinese massage."
Xu Mu said with a smile.
"My dad is here. Do you want to see him?"
Mu Qingying looked at Xu Mu. "If you don't, you can hide in the bedroom. If you do, you can sit in the living room."
"After all, I'm a married man. Being in your home late at night doesn't look good. I'll just hide here."
Xu Mu mainly wanted to avoid Ye Chen. Hiding here would also let him know what Ye Chen was up to.
"Okay."
Mu Qingying nodded, then left the bedroom and closed the door.
She glanced back at the door. For some reason, she felt a thrilling sense of having a secret affair.
Arriving at the front door, she opened it to find not only her father but also Ye Chen there.
"Qingying, why did it take you so long to open the door?"
Mu Yuansheng asked with a smile as he walked in.
"I was in the bathroom just now."
Mu Qingying stepped aside to let them pass and asked curiously, "What brings you here so late?"
"Mr. Ye only has time in the evenings."
Mu Yuansheng said to Ye Chen, "Please, come in."
Ye Chen gave a slight nod, unabashedly eyeing Mu Qingying's figure.
The stunning "thunder peaks" at the front of her dress were truly breathtaking.
After leaving the Xu Family, he had thought about randomly picking a company to lead them to success.
He wanted to show the Xu Family that even if he, Ye Chen, cooperated with just anybody, he could still crush them in the future.
By chance, he happened to see Mu Qingying.
He had seen this woman before at the school gate and was struck by her beauty even then.
He hadn't expected her background to be quite impressive too, which was why Ye Chen chose to cooperate with the Mu Family.
Mu Qingying noticed Ye Chen's gaze, and her expression showed displeasure.
Since she was little, she had hated it the most when people stared at her chest.
Especially during her studies abroad, she had even considered going to a clinic for breast reduction surgery.
She had specifically gone to a hospital for a consultation.
But the doctor told her that hers did not affect daily life, were perfectly healthy "steamed buns," and there was no need for removal.
She eventually let the matter drop.
"Mr. Ye, please have a seat."
Mu Yuansheng said to Ye Chen with great respect.
Ye Chen didn't stand on ceremony and sat down on the sofa.
"Dad, you still haven't told me why you're looking for me so late."
Mu Qingying closed the front door and looked at Mu Yuansheng, asking.
Mu Yuansheng also sat on the sofa at this point. He looked at Mu Qingying and said, "I want to talk to you, taking advantage of this summer break."
"About what?"
Mu Qingying asked curiously.
"You originally studied business management. I even specifically sent you abroad for further studies. After graduating and coming back, you said you weren't interested in business."
Mu Yuansheng looked at Mu Qingying. "I agreed to let you become a music teacher. Now it's time to resign."
"Resign? What do you mean?"
Mu Qingying frowned.
"My daughter, Mu Yuansheng's daughter, can't be a music teacher for life, can she? Do you think that has a future?"
Mu Yuansheng asked. "Even if you were like the Su Family's daughter, studying under a master would be better. But what use is a teacher? I only have you, one daughter. What will happen to our family's business in the future?"
"Dad, so what are you suggesting?"
Mu Qingying asked, also sitting on the sofa now.
"Let me tell you, Mr. Ye has incredible connections, he even knows oil magnates in the Middle East. This time he's giving our Mu Family an opportunity, and we must seize it."
Mu Yuansheng stared at Mu Qingying and said, "I want you to become the president of this new company, just like the Xu Family's Xu Ningbing."
"President? Dad, I can't do it. You know my personality. I don't have Xu Ningbing's kind of drive."
Mu Qingying shook her head.
"Don't worry, I'll teach you. I guarantee that within six months, our company can replace the Xu Family."
Ye Chen said with a calm expression. "Within a year, our company can become number one in Jiangbei."
"Dad..."
"That's settled. I'll call the school tomorrow."
Mu Yuansheng cut off Mu Qingying's words, stood up, and went to get a glass of water. "Qingying, your business knowledge is no worse than Xu Ningbing's. The future of our Mu Family depends on you."
"You should both go back. I'll think it over tonight."
Mu Qingying waved her hand at them.
"It's still early. Why so eager to send me away? It's been days since we father and daughter last saw each other."
Mu Yuansheng looked at Mu Qingying. "What? Are you hiding someone at home?"
"How could that be? I don't have a boyfriend."
Mu Qingying said flatly.
"That's what I thought."
As Mu Yuansheng spoke, he started walking towards the bedroom.
"What are you doing?"
Mu Qingying immediately rushed over, but she was a step too late. The bedroom door was already open.
After walking in, Mu Yuansheng chuckled, "Why so nervous?"
"I'm not your son. I'm not a kid anymore. Do you understand the concept of privacy?"
Mu Qingying saw that Xu Mu wasn't there and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Xu Mu had been using his perception to check the situation outside. When he noticed Mu Yuansheng might enter the bedroom, he had already opened the wardrobe and hidden inside beforehand.
As he hid in the wardrobe, something suddenly fell onto his head.
He reached up to take it and found it was a beige brassiere.
"So formidable."
Xu Mu put his fist, as big as a sandbag, into it and found it easily enveloped it.
It felt like this brassiere could even hold a round eggplant.
...
"Xu Mu, Xu Mu."
Just then, Mu Qingying's voice came from here.
Startled, Xu Mu immediately threw the item aside. He opened the wardrobe door and said with a smile, "I'm here."
He had been so focused on examining the item that he forgot to use his perception.
"Good thing you were fast. If they had found you, I wouldn't have known how to explain."
Mu Qingying said with a smile.
"I was afraid he'd come in, so I hid in advance."
Xu Mu looked at Mu Qingying. "Since everything's fine, I'll take my leave now."
"Okay."
Mu Qingying said softly. She opened her mouth, originally wanting to ask Xu Mu for his opinion.
But on second thought, he wasn't really connected to her.
...
Xu Mu returned home.
Ye Tong and Ye Yu were watching TV as usual.
Seeing Xu Mu return, Ye Yu was the first to greet him, "Brother-in-law, you're back?"
[Favorability +10]
Above Ye Tong's head, a favorability indicator also appeared at this moment.
"Have you eaten?" Ye Tong asked.
"No, I'll grab something quick later."
Xu Mu said with a smile as he sat on the sofa.
"Let me make you some noodles. That's fast."
Ye Tong said with a smile as she stood up.
"Sis, you sit. I'll make noodles for brother-in-law."
Ye Yu said with a smile. She wanted to show her consideration too.
Xu Mu was about to say something when he noticed a message come through on his phone. It was from Jiang Huihui.

pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"

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.”

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!"

ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!