Due to drinking alcohol, Tang Yu called for two of Tang's bodyguards to drive him home.
Driving under the influence is a no-go!
Drinking and then driving is equally forbidden!
In every urban thriller novel, there's always a villain who dies from drunk driving!
To survive until the end, one must have enough safety awareness to escape the protagonist's clutches!
After waiting for a black Rolls-Royce to arrive, Tang Yu carried Su Muyue and sat together in the back seat.
One of the bodyguards then got out of the car to drive his own back to the Tang residence.
The two luxury cars driving one after the other made Tang Yu feel quite good.
Being a rich man, it's truly awesome.
If only this world didn't have Ye Chen, it would be even more perfect!
Su Muyue, who was drunk, had a charmingly flushed face, looking much cuter than her usual stern expression.
She suddenly giggled, her head leaning onto Tang Yu's shoulder.
"Move over," Tang Yu pushed her head away without hesitation.
The bodyguard driving saw this scene in the rearview mirror and almost drove the car into the river.
Goodness gracious.
Is this still the usual simp young master?
In the past, he was a dedicated simp for three years, no matter the weather.
Even the most loyal dogs would admire him, saying, "You're the true master of simping."
He had also heard from other colleagues that they had seen the young master licking Su Muyue's high heels.
Even Tang Yu's father, once fed up with his son's lack of dignity, had given him a thorough beating.
That day, it's said that several belts were broken, sending the young master to the hospital.
Yet the next day, the young master sneaked out of the hospital, carrying a bouquet of roses, to wait for Su Muyue to finish work.
Pushed away, Su Muyue just giggled foolishly and stuck to Tang Yu again.
She said in an unbelievably sweet and tender voice, "I just want to stick to you."
"???"
Tang Yu was full of question marks, then remembered.
This woman, when she was very young, lost her mother to cancer.
Her father, Su Chongshan, was a very strong-willed man, busy reviving the Su family and had little time to accompany her, yet was extremely strict with her.
In loneliness and pressure, she developed a stubborn and competitive nature, becoming colder and more independent.
This cold facade shielded her, keeping everyone at bay while also protecting her.
But once drunk, she would completely shed this mask, revealing her weak and clingy side, like a trusting puppy.
But why are you showing this side to me?!
"Damn, why are you getting handsy?"
Seeing Su Muyue about to climb onto him, Tang Yu tried to push her away.
But he overestimated himself.
Due to the author's idiotic setup, as a villain, he was just an ordinary rich and handsome guy with very low combat power.
While as the first female lead, Su Muyue had some martial arts skills.
She could handle two or three big men without breaking a sweat.
With combat power even lower than a big man, Tang Yu trying to wrestle with her was just asking for humiliation!
After climbing onto him, Su Muyue giggled.
"Come on, give me a kiss."
She pouted and started shaking her head, inching closer to Tang Yu.
"Damn, don't come over! Old Wang, pull her off!"
Tang Yu struggled but his hands were pinned down.
He could only shake his head to dodge.
If she really gave him a full-on kiss, when she sobered up, she'd probably kill him.
"Young master, I'm driving, can't help you on the highway," the bodyguard said, munching on the drama, inwardly mocking his young master.
What the hell, a beauty throwing herself at you and you're playing hard to get?
If you're so tough, why be a simp for three years?
After Tang Yu's continuous struggles, Su Muyue missed his lips a few times.
But Tang Yu's face wasn't spared, left with several red lipstick marks.
Satisfied after a few kisses, she let out a drunken burp and stared at Tang Yu.
"I kissed you so many times, why didn't you kiss me?"
"Are you this wild??"
Tang Yu was almost in tears.
Damn, how could she be like this?
This isn't Su Muyue, this is a thirsty female demon!
"Who told you not to simp for me anymore? You promised to simp for me forever! You lied."
Su Muyue pouted, her tone a bit sad.
"But I simped for three years and got nothing."
"Then why not try simping for three more years?"
"What if I did?"
"You'd become a big simp."
Su Muyue giggled.
"..." Tang Yu felt this woman was really drunk, her mood swings were insane.
Su Muyue suddenly pressed her face against Tang Yu's, rubbing it gently, and said in a pout.
"I'm sorry, I know you're upset, so how about I simp for you? Don't ignore me, okay?"
Her sudden coquettishness caught Tang Yu off guard.
But a few seconds after saying that, she fell asleep on Tang Yu.
Tang Yu let out a long sigh, this woman finally calmed down.
If she kept it up, his pure and chaste body would have been ruined.
After another ten minutes of driving, they finally arrived at the Tang residence.
Tang Yu didn't plan to send Su Muyue back; she was too drunk, and it would be hard to explain to the Su family.
With the Tang house being so big, there was no shortage of space for her to rest.
As soon as he got out of the car with Su Muyue on his back, Tang Yu saw his father, Tang Gangcheng, standing at the entrance.
Tang Gangcheng's face was as dark as coal.
Half an hour ago, while resting at home and playing with his phone, an old friend sent him a video link.
He clicked on it and saw his son looking lewdly with four women, drinking.
The guy was even shouting something like, "I'm not a scumbag, I just want to give them a home."
This infuriated him.
This little bastard, I just arranged a marriage for him, and he's already showing his true colors?
Now seeing Tang Yu carrying a woman with lipstick marks all over his face, he slowly pulled out his belt.
Father sees son not dead, pulls out Seven Wolves.
"Damn, dad, stay calm."
Tang Yu almost jumped in fright, guessing what his father was about to do!
"Calm? You're quite something, huh? Just got engaged, and you're already showing your true nature? Bringing a woman home to play?"
Tang Gangcheng sneered, gripping the belt tightly.
"This isn't just anyone, it's Su Muyue."
"I was drinking with her, that short video was just for fun, Qin Ming asked me to help shoot it to gain followers."
Tang Yu quickly shifted the blame.
Tang Gangcheng stared for a few moments, realizing it was indeed his future daughter-in-law.
This softened his expression, slowly putting the belt back.
Several bodyguards hiding around also came out, looking a bit awkward.
They were arranged by Tang Gangcheng to prevent Tang Yu from running away.
Tang Yu's mother, Xie Hongying, also came out, holding a box of Yunnan Baiyao.
"Wow, a one-stop service for getting beaten and treated."
and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!
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...
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.”
