As they gradually moved closer, Fu Nanzhi's cheeks flushed with warmth, and her heart seemed about to leap out of her throat.
Her mouth slightly open, she had forgotten to breathe, her inner joy uncontrollable, her lips curling up wildly.
Closing her eyes, their lips met, and tender affection passed between them.
The full-hearted immersion was truly intoxicating. Fu Nanzhi felt her whole body go weak, swaying as if drunk, and she fell into Shen Yi's embrace.
The stray strands of hair falling by her cheek were gently tucked behind her ear by Shen Yi, and her fluttering eyelashes indicated her unsettled heart.
Soft and tender, Shen Yi couldn't get enough, couldn't quench his desire.
Though they were already an old married couple, absence makes the heart grow fonder, and this was their first time in reality, both of them lost in the kiss.
After a long while, they parted.
Fu Nanzhi's lips were slightly swollen, her gaze fixed on him, her eyes like spring rain, moistening his heart, filled with affection.
She crossed her arms behind Shen Yi's neck, lifting her chin and leaning on him,
"Husband, carry me upstairs."
Their tacit understanding was unspoken, understood by both.
Shen Yi's chest surged with warmth, and he lifted her soft, delicate body and headed upstairs.
Everything seemed destined, as if by fate, they were reunited in this bedroom, just like in their 'past life.'
The bedside lamp cast a dim, yellow glow, illuminating the bedroom.
In the interplay of light and shadow, Fu Nanzhi's smooth body was faintly visible, shadows hinting at something hidden.
Her face wore a blissful smile, her eyes filled with tenderness and complete infatuation with Shen Yi.
Sitting on the bed, Fu Nanzhi beckoned to Shen Yi with her finger,
"Come here."
Shen Yi's breath seemed to stop.
No matter how many times he saw her, he could only marvel at the divine craftsmanship of the goddess Nuwa.
Fu Nanzhi seemed to be favored by heaven, becoming increasingly sweet and alluring with age.
Even in simulations, men in middle age were still infatuated with her.
"I'm coming."
Shen Yi couldn't hold back any longer and moved closer to her.
Fu Nanzhi leaned back, the sight almost making Shen Yi's head spin.
"Be gentle..."
The past and present were hard to discern, but the joy of reunion was worth the wait.
Nanzhi's fragrance arrived late, and the fleeting moments of passion passed like clouds and rain.
When the clouds dispersed and the rain stopped, Shen Yi lay on his side, gently wiping the fine sweat from Fu Nanzhi's forehead.
Carefully, he brushed the stray hairs aside and kissed her forehead.
Fu Nanzhi's small mouth was slightly open, as if she hadn't recovered yet, her delicate arms turning a wine-red color.
After a while, she regained her composure and nestled beside Shen Yi,
"Husband, I love you so much..."
Shen Yi wrapped his arm around her,
"I know, we've both proven it."
"Right."
Fu Nanzhi thought for a moment and laughed. They had both proven their love with their lives, and at this moment, embracing Shen Yi, she asked for nothing more.
"By the way, husband, weren't you called Shen Yi in your past life? Why the change?"
As she spoke, she played with Shen Yi's earlobe and pouted,
"I had a hard time finding you."
"Uh..."
Shen Yi was momentarily stumped, not knowing how to explain, so he could only justify,
"That was a former name, I used it before but changed it later."
Fortunately, Fu Nanzhi wasn't too concerned about it and was easily pacified with a few words.
No matter what his name was, she only cared about him as a person.
"Oh, so you didn't come looking for me, and you even quit your job, were you trying to avoid me?"
With her love-struck state fading, even in her calm moments, Fu Nanzhi's mind seemed to work better.
Her words, though unintentional, struck directly at Shen Yi.
Although it was hot outside, the air conditioning in the room was set high, making it very cool inside.
Yet, Shen Yi's back was beginning to sweat.
Each of Fu Nanzhi's questions was difficult to answer, and Shen Yi couldn't just reveal the truth.
However, a clever idea came to him, and he quickly explained,
"How could I be avoiding you? If I were, why would I be here tonight, right?"
Fu Nanzhi rested her chin on Shen Yi's chest and thought for a moment, agreeing,
"That's true."
"As for quitting my job, being a small employee certainly has no future. I plan to start my own business."
Shen Yi made up the excuse on the spot.
His real intention at the time was to slack off, completely tired of working, and without survival pressure, the reason was simple.
"Start a business?"
Fu Nanzhi twisted around on Shen Yi, turning her face to look at him,
"Do you need money? I still have some savings, you can have them."
"Don't move around, you might catch a cold."
Seeing her wriggling on the bed, Shen Yi grabbed the sheet and covered her exposed legs.
He pinched her nose and replied,
"No need, keep the money for yourself."
According to the memories from the simulation, Fu Nanzhi's savings were far from insignificant.
She had saved her New Year's money since she was a child, and after marriage, she had given it to Shen Yi once.
When Shen Yi checked, there were several hundred thousand quietly waiting in the card for him to use.
Fu Nanzhi nonchalantly huffed, not arguing much as an old married couple. After all, her money was his, and if he needed it, he could just ask.
Thinking this, she buried her head under the covers and started to play around.
Suddenly, Fu Nanzhi's playful hand stopped and she said,
"Wait, why do you want to start a business? Why not just go to my dad's company?"
"You could start as his assistant, and after a few years, you could take over directly."
This was how it had been in their past life. Shen Yi had a good understanding of law, making this path very suitable.
Moreover, with experience, he would only be more adept.
"Anyway, no matter how you play around, you won't surpass Jinheng..."
Shen Yi knew she was speaking the truth, but he still had to save face for his father-in-law,
"Your dad is still vigorous and energetic, why would I interfere?"
Fu Nanzhi seemed like a leaky cotton jacket, always siding with Shen Yi,
"He's getting old, running between home and the company every day, isn't he tired?"
"Besides, it's going to be handed over to you sooner or later, and you're not incapable, so why does he keep a tight grip on it?"
In the simulation, Fu Yuanyu had held onto the company for over a decade after their marriage before handing it over to Shen Yi.
This was reasonable, as Shen Yi had been young and needed guidance at the time.
Shen Yi stopped her from being overly filial and advised,
"You know my abilities, but your dad doesn't. Suddenly pushing me into the company, how could he accept that?"
"This is our little secret, don't go spreading it around, or you'll scare the elders."
Then, Shen Yi suddenly shook off his wet hand and laughed at her,
"You little dog, why did you lick me?"
Fu Nanzhi giggled and retorted,
“Who told you to cover my mouth? Not only will I lick, but I'll bite you too, ah, I'll bite you to death!”
As she spoke, she pounced on Shen Yi and started nibbling on his neck.
Shen Yi kept blocking her,
"Hey, did you hear what I just said?"
"I heard you, I won't blab."
Fu Nanzhi rubbed her cheek against Shen Yi impatiently,
"I'm not a fool!"
"Fool? I think you're a fool."
Shen Yi said without mercy.
Fu Nanzhi didn't argue, hugging Shen Yi's neck and giggling,
"Come on, even a fool wants more..."
Shen Yi looked at her flushed face and hesitated,
"Are you sure you're okay? Health comes first, didn't someone just beg for mercy?"
After all, it was their first time, and even if Fu Nanzhi didn't care, Shen Yi still had his reason.
But what awaited him was Fu Nanzhi's challenging gaze.

ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.

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?"

d intelligence to keep the plot moving, and sometimes even the protagonists are forced into absurdly dumb decisions. Why does the A-list celebrity heroine in urban romance novels ditch the top-tier movie star and become a lovestruck fool for a pockmarked male lead? Why do the leads in historical tragedy novels keep dancing between love and death, only for the blind healer to end up suffering the most? And Gu Wei never expected that after finally landing a villain role to stir up trouble, she’d pick the wrong gender! No choice now—she’ll just have to crush the protagonists as a girl!

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.”