Wedding Night.
In the master bedroom of a villa.
The day's wedding ceremonies had finally come to an end.
But what followed was the second issue.
Gu Yan and Leng Qingqiu sat side by side on the edge of the bed, dressed in fiery red wedding attire.
The walls of the room were adorned with large, bold "Double Happiness" characters.
Both of them kept their heads down, silent.
Hiss!
Awkward!
Leng Qingqiu's face was flushed, her heart pounding erratically.
From time to time, she stole glances at Gu Yan, who sat beside her with an air of gentlemanly composure.
She felt utterly embarrassed. This jerk was usually anything but proper—so why was he suddenly so reserved now, of all times?
What should I do? Should I speak up first?
But... if I say something, won’t it seem like I’m the one eager for... that?
What if Gu Yan misunderstands and thinks I’m some kind of loose woman?
No, he has to be the one to say it first!
Ugh, if it weren’t for Xiao Leng’s memories, I wouldn’t even have realized that married couples are supposed to...
Just how much "research material" did Xiao Leng secretly go through while borrowing my body?!
My mind is a mess...
Leng Qingqiu peeked at Gu Yan again and noticed he was just as tense.
She sighed inwardly—so he was nervous too.
Well, of course. It was his first marriage, after all.
Gu Yan was indeed nervous.
But his reasons were different from hers.
Hiss!
Qingqiu looked absolutely breathtaking in that red wedding dress today!
What if I begged her to keep it on while we...
Ahem, no, no—she’d definitely kill me.
I don’t want to end up sleeping on the floor on the very first night.
Maybe... I could get down on my knees and plead for this tiny favor?
He swallowed hard and checked the time.
No.
If we drag this out any longer, it’ll be morning!
So!
Gu Yan lifted his head and looked at Leng Qingqiu.
"Um... Qingqiu..."
"It’s getting late."
His facade of gentlemanly restraint finally cracked.
He took a deep breath, glanced at the clock again, and whispered, "Should we... call it a night?"
Call it a night!
"Ah, right, we should sleep," Leng Qingqiu replied, her face burning as an inexplicable heat surged through her body.
Click.
Rustling sounds.
The lights went out.
Both of them quickly slipped under the covers.
The room fell into complete silence.
Yet—one minute, two minutes, three minutes passed.
"Wait, are you seriously sleeping?!"
Leng Qingqiu threw off the blanket and glared at Gu Yan in frustration.
"_(:з」∠)_ Qingqiu, I just didn’t want to assume you’d be into... that kind of thing."
"You—!"
Leng Qingqiu fumed, her face flushing with humiliation as she stared at his annoyingly composed expression. "Get out!"
"You’re not sleeping here tonight!"
!!
Gu Yan’s expression changed instantly. He quickly rolled over and put on an apologetic smile.
"My bad, my bad!"
"Darling wife, today’s our wedding night!"
"You can’t possibly kick me out now!"
"I was wrong, I admit it!"
Leng Qingqiu gritted her teeth and scoffed. "You’re not wrong. I’m the one at fault here."
"Qingqiu~ Don’t say that. Let me massage your shoulders~"
"Don’t touch me!"
Three minutes later.
The bickering faded, and Gu Yan’s hands began to wander.
Half an hour later, the atmosphere in the room grew decidedly... heated.
Downstairs, Leng Ling'er’s "radar" buzzed all night.
Half-asleep, she mumbled, "Jie... let me explain..."
......
Five Years Later.
An Autumn Morning.
The Gu Residence.
In front of a dressing mirror, Leng Qingqiu took slow, deep breaths with her eyes closed.
She wore a fitted beige knit sweater, its soft fabric hugging her slender frame. The neckline revealed just a hint of her delicate collarbones, exuding understated allure.
Paired with a deep brown high-waisted skirt, the ensemble was both elegant and modest.
Her hair was loosely pinned up with a simple wooden hairpin, a few stray strands framing her face, adding a touch of effortless charm.
Calming herself, she murmured, "Compensation, compensation... This is just to make up for Gu Yan’s hard work all these years."
Just then—
A tiny, sweet voice piped up from below. "Mama, what’s compensation?"
Leng Qingqiu froze, then looked down.
A little girl with a round bun hairstyle clutched a lollipop, blinking curiously up at her. Beside her stood a boy of the same age, his expression adorably vacant.
These were Gu Yan and Leng Qingqiu’s twins—Gu Xiaoleng and Gu Xiaoqing.
Caught muttering to herself, Leng Qingqiu felt a flicker of embarrassment. But it soon melted into a soft smile.
She ruffled their hair. "Gu Xiaoleng, Gu Xiaoqing."
"Didn’t you promise to go to Grandma’s with Ling'er jie today?"
Gu Xiaoleng (the girl) shook her head, pouting. "I wanna go with Baba and Mama."
Gu Xiaoqing nodded blankly. "Mama, what are you and Baba doing today?"
Doing... what?
Leng Qingqiu’s face reddened.
Her eyes darted away before she cleared her throat. "That’s grown-up business. You two don’t need to worry about it."
A playful laugh interrupted them.
"That’s right!"
"You little rascals are coming with me to see your grandma!"
"And Yeye misses you too~~"
Leng Ling'er strode in, her youthful naivety long replaced by a poised, mature aura. Every step radiated confidence.
"Jie, have fun with jiefu~~" She winked at Leng Qingqiu before scooping up the protesting kids and whisking them away.
Finally alone, Leng Qingqiu exhaled in relief—then blushed at the implications.
......
Outside.
"Were you waiting long?"
"Not at all!"
Gu Yan, clutching a bizarrely shaped bouquet, eagerly sidled up to Leng Qingqiu. "For you, wifey!"
"Happy fifth anniversary!"
Leng Qingqiu accepted the "bouquet"—made entirely of cream puffs—and rolled her eyes. "I love puffs, but did you really have to turn them into another weird flower arrangement?"
"Heh, anniversary special edition."
"Gu Xiaoleng kept begging to take some for Yeye."
"I thought she meant Grandpa, but turns out she meant the cat! Since when do cats eat sweets? Ridiculous."
Grinning, he took her hand. "With the kids at Mom’s place, today we can finally..."
He leaned in close to Leng Qingqiu's ear and whispered in a low voice, "Let's enjoy this wonderful time together, just the two of us."
Gu Yan's tone was dripping with suggestiveness, and without even thinking, Leng Qingqiu knew exactly what was going through his mind.
But even though she knew...
Her heart still fluttered at his words. Even after five years of marriage, Gu Yan's sweet talk never failed to make her pulse race.
But still—
This was nothing more than compensation. Compensation for the countless lifetimes of effort Gu Yan had devoted to her.
"Hmph, fine. Since you've been so... diligent, I'll... indulge you this once."
At that, Leng Qingqiu quickly added with emphasis, "But don't get the wrong idea! It's only because today's our anniversary that I'm reluctantly agreeing to spend some time alone with you! I’m not expecting anything to happen between us today, got it?"
"Yes, yes, of course!"
Gu Yan nodded repeatedly, a knowing smile playing on his lips.
After five years of marriage and raising two children together, Gu Yan had long since learned one thing—
His wife, Leng Qingqiu, was still as tsundere as ever!
And honestly?
It was absolutely adorable.
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
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.”
g Yu was preparing for retirement when her organization decided to eliminate her. She transmigrated to a zombie apocalypse world. However, a tiny unexpected situation occurred: She somehow transformed into an adorable little girl?!
