Huangfu Chengshi awkwardly attended these gatherings.
It was simply because he wanted to see once more that dazzling, flamboyant, flame-like red.
If she wasn't there, then no matter how grand the banquet, it instantly became dull and tasteless to him.
He would find a corner and stay there quietly until the end, like a soulless ghost.
If she was there, then his world would instantly light up.
He would immediately become her little satellite, following behind her.
With those sparkling eyes, he would watch her unblinkingly.
Watching her chat and laugh with others, watching her frown impatiently, watching her elegantly sip from her wine glass.
When she grew tired of it and went to the balcony or garden for some air,
he would immediately follow, not speaking, just standing quietly not far behind her, like the most loyal little bodyguard.
Qin Ya naturally noticed Huangfu Chengshi's peculiar behavior.
She found it somewhat amusing, yet also thought it wasn't necessarily a bad thing.
She didn't even consider trying to change anything.
...
The ten-year-old Huangfu Chengshi grew into a handsome fourteen-year-old youth.
He had shot up in height, and his features had gradually defined, shedding their childish roundness.
The only things unchanged were his bright eyes when he looked at Qin Ya,
and that deep-seated obsession.
Over these years, he was no longer content with passively waiting at gatherings.
He had learned more things.
Code, human nature, and methods for tracking prey.
Only this time, he wasn't learning for the sake of the Huangfu family's internal struggles.
In the process of these studies, Huangfu Chengshi grew rapidly.
Especially in mathematics and computers, he displayed extraordinary talent.
His abilities had long surpassed what an ordinary teenager should possess.
He began to take the initiative.
He bribed a few gossipy servants from the Qin household and hacked into the scheduling system for Qin Ya's drivers.
With a meticulousness and obsession completely at odds with his age, he pieced together a rough outline of Qin Ya's schedule for the coming week.
Then, he began his "coincidental meetings."
At one of Jingzhou's most exclusive members-only dessert shops, Qin Ya was sitting by the window.
She had just finished a long, tedious business meeting and needed something sweet to soothe her frayed nerves.
"Ya Jie."
A voice, now carrying the distinctive huskiness of a teenage boy's changing voice, sounded beside her.
Qin Ya frowned and looked up.
It was that little one, Huangfu Chengshi.
He was wearing clean white athletic wear and carrying a black backpack, looking like an ordinary high school student just out of class.
If one ignored the fact that the per-person spending here equaled a month's living expenses for an ordinary high school student.
"What are you doing here?"
Qin Ya's tone held a trace of impatience; she didn't like her private time being disturbed.
"I... I was just passing by."
Huangfu Chengshi's eyes darted away slightly, but his face wore a perfectly feigned look of surprise.
"What a coincidence, Ya Jie."
Qin Ya didn't reply. She took a sip of her coffee, not bothering to expose his clumsy lie.
Getting from the Huangfu residence to here crossed nearly half of Jingzhou city. How exactly was he "passing by"?
"Ya Jie, do you like this?"
Huangfu Chengshi pointed at the exquisite chestnut cake in front of her.
"Hmm."
Qin Ya gave a faint acknowledgment.
Huangfu Chengshi seemed to receive some immense encouragement.
He immediately turned and ran to the counter, using his own pocket money to buy the remaining three pieces of that chestnut cake.
Then, as if presenting a treasure, he had them packed up and placed on Qin Ya's table.
"Ya Jie, you can take these home to eat."
His eyes sparkled, like a little puppy that had retrieved its favorite toy, waiting for its owner's praise.
Qin Ya looked at the beautifully packaged cake boxes, then at his face which was practically screaming "praise me."
The irritation in her heart suddenly dissipated a little.
"Childish."
She uttered the two words, but didn't refuse.
A few days later, at a charity auction gala.
Qin Ya appeared at the venue on her father Qin Yan's arm.
A fiery red gown made her look like the only flame burning in the night—scorching, radiant, with an undeniable aggressiveness.
She moved effortlessly among the various guests, a flawless social smile on her face.
Feeling somewhat tired, she took a glass of champagne and walked to the balcony for some air.
She had just leaned against the railing.
"Ya Jie."
That familiar voice sounded again.
Qin Ya almost reflexively rolled her eyes.
She turned her head, and sure enough, it was him again.
Huangfu Chengshi.
Today he was wearing a very proper little suit.
His hair was also carefully styled, giving him somewhat the appearance of a little adult.
Only, those eyes of his instantly lit up when they saw her, like two small flames ignited in the dark night.
"Passing by again?"
Qin Ya raised an eyebrow, her tone teasing.
"No, not this time."
Huangfu Chengshi quickly shook his head.
"Grandfather... Grandfather brought me."
He pointed not far away, where the Huangfu family's elderly patriarch was chatting with some old friends.
Qin Ya glanced in the direction he pointed, then her gaze returned to him.
"And so?"
"I..."
Huangfu Chengshi seemed a bit nervous.
"I was afraid you might be bored, so I came to keep you company."
As he spoke, he magically produced a piece of chocolate from his pocket.
It was her favorite brand.
Eighty-five percent cocoa content, with a pure bitterness.
Qin Ya was stunned.
Only a handful of her closest people knew she liked this brand of chocolate.
How did he know?
"How did you..."
"I guessed."
Huangfu Chengshi quickly cut her off, pressing the chocolate into her palm.
"Ya Jie, you'll get cold standing here. Let me go get you a shawl."
Without waiting for Qin Ya's reply, he turned and dashed back into the banquet hall like a little top.
Qin Ya looked down at the chocolate in her palm, still warm from his body heat, then at his somewhat slender but swiftly retreating back.
The corner of her mouth lifted slightly in a curve she herself didn't even notice.
This little one was... somewhat interesting.
From that day on, Qin Ya's life thoroughly gained a small, inescapable "pendant."
No matter which gathering she appeared at.
Whether it was an art exhibition, a concert, or a brand's new product launch.
She could always "coincidentally" run into that little brat named Huangfu Chengshi.
He would always look at her with those sparkling eyes, then find all sorts of opportunities to get close to her.
"Ya Jie, this juice is the kind you like, no ice."
"Ya Jie, let me hold your bag for you, you'll get tired in those high heels."
"Ya Jie, that person keeps looking at you, does he want to come over and talk? I'll go block him for you."
"Ya Jie..."

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.”

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lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...

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?!