For working professionals, weekends are sacred and inviolable days off.
In the online novel industry, editors also have their own work accounts, and most of them won’t respond to messages during their days off (unless a veteran author has their personal contact and they’re willing to handle work-related matters on their days off).
Lu Qing knew that Sister Yaoguang had at least two or three accounts. While it was easy for her to reach out to him, he had to wait until she was back at work to get a response from her.
Therefore, any message he sent was essentially a "message board"—she’d reply whenever she saw it, and he wasn’t in any particular hurry anyway.
"Brother, let’s go."
By the time he finished sending the message, Su Ling had already dried her hair and was ready to head out.
"Alright."
Lu Qing slung his backpack over his shoulder and turned to take a look at the girl.
Today, her makeup was delicate and her outfit was stunning—
She wore a pink-and-white Blovelan floral dress with a petticoat underneath, cinched at the waist with a small bow.
Her long, straight legs appeared bare at first glance, but upon closer inspection, it was clear she’d opted for flesh-colored thermal tights, seamlessly blending them with her skin tone, creating an eye-catching look.
On her feet were thick-soled platform Mary Jane shoes, a standard and affordable Lolita style—cute and foolproof.
Notably, she had also used a curling iron to style her naturally straight black hair, curling two strands and letting them fall naturally over her chest, just below her collarbone, giving her a fresh and elegant appearance.
Wow.
Lu Qing was almost stunned.
He thought to himself, *We’re just going out for lunch and coffee. Why is my sister dressed to the nines, as if she’s about to slay some evil demon from another realm?*
He couldn’t help but ask,
"Su Ling, why are you all dolled up like this?"
"Huh…?"
She paused for a moment, looking thoughtful.
Then, her expression shifted to one of mild resentment as she shot back, "Brother, don’t tell me you’ve never really looked at me before?"
"?!"
"Have you never properly paid attention to me? Do you just lump me in with all those other random girls out there, completely ignoring all the effort I put into my appearance every day, hmm?"
"...No, that’s not it."
Even Lu Qing, dense as he was, could tell that his sister wasn’t happy.
Her subtext was clear: she had always been dressing up and taking care of herself at home, all for the sake of catching someone’s attention, waiting for that someone to notice and compliment her.
And now, his sudden surprise at her appearance made Su Ling realize that her brother rarely paid attention to her looks! Even though she took such good care of her skin every day, making sure she was soft and fragrant before bed! How could he…!
"Hmph, brother, you’re always looking so far ahead, I don’t even know what to say about you."
"I…"
Lu Qing wanted to explain, but then it dawned on him that he didn’t really need to.
After all, Su Ling never gave him a hard time over small things. After just half a sentence of complaint, she forgot all about his earlier oversight, like a goldfish with a seven-second memory.
She simply put on her shoes, linked her arm with his, and waited for him to lead her out the door.
"...I’ll pay more attention from now on."
Lu Qing felt a little guilty, but Su Ling’s understanding and good nature made things comfortable.
So, he thought to himself, since his sister had gone to such lengths, maybe he could try to meet her expectations a bit more in the future? Give her a more enjoyable experience when they went out together?
Yeah.
As long as things didn’t get out of hand.
"Let’s go."
As they chatted, they left the house, stepping into the warm midday sunlight of the weekend, heading toward the outdoor park together.
……
At the same time.
Twilight Café.
Today was a rather important day for Lin Mu.
On most Saturdays, she would sleep until noon.
After all, her bed was in the attic, which had no windows, so the sun couldn’t wake her up.
Thus, in her world, "morning" didn’t exist.
Her "daytime" was in the afternoon, her "evening" was at noon, and "late night" was when the sun had set.
As for going to bed, that had to happen after she finished practicing her instrument, recording videos, writing her diary, or working on a longer piece—strictly on schedule, without fail.
Nothing could disrupt this routine.
But this lifestyle changed after Qing "came back to life."
"Ugh, I don’t know why, but I feel a bit tired today."
Under the warm glow of the lights, Lin Mu sat up in bed, her legs tucked under the covers, and her gaze fell on the corner of the room where the glowing figure of "Saintess" stood in a humidity-controlled cabinet.
Every time she woke up, the first thing she saw was the beauty of her beloved instrument.
"Good morning, sister."
Lin Mu greeted her violin.
Then, she stretched and prepared to get out of bed.
As a rock girl on a break from school, Lin Mu’s only rule for herself was—"As long as I complete my daily practice, I can do whatever I want."
In other words, she had prioritized "improving her skills" above all else.
Her schedule was packed with music-related activities, leaving little room for anything else, to the point where she almost entirely neglected the small joys of life.
"Oh right. I should open the café today."
Lin Mu murmured to herself, "If I don’t, all that cream and butter Gao Ban sent over will go bad again…"
What motivated her to open the café wasn’t anything grand—it was simply her reluctance to waste the high-quality ingredients Gao Ban had sent her.
Even though she was wealthy and didn’t need to worry about money, she couldn’t stand the thought of letting good food go to waste.
"Hmm, I’ll skip my morning practice for today, take a shower, and then bake some pastries."
She made a plan as she spoke.
"Qing once said that eating sweets can help improve your mood when you’re feeling down. So, I should have something sweet for breakfast."
Lin Mu had always taken his words to heart, to the point where she had removed all "sugar-free" options from the café’s hand-drawn menu—
Customers could only choose between "half-sugar" or "full-sugar" for their coffee, a twisted way of commemorating Qing.
Even if it made her the laughingstock of the coffee community, she didn’t care.
[*As long as I don’t interact with others, what does it matter if they think Americanos should be sugar-free? I like my coffee sweet.*]
Now that Qing was "alive" again, Lin Mu’s mood had brightened like the sky after a storm, filled with renewed energy.
…
"Hehe, should I make red bean scones or cranberry bagels later?"
"If I can’t finish them, I’ll give them out as free samples with coffee orders. Maybe, just maybe, someone might accidentally wander in today… It’s not completely impossible, right?"
Lin Mu held onto that hope.
She put on her little whale pajamas, pulled up the soft hood, and muttered to herself as she walked downstairs to the high-end bathroom in the separate room.
"Speaking of which, I really pissed off Neptune last time, and then I ran into him at my sister’s café. So awkward. So, so awkward."
"If I get any customers today, I can’t afford to be rude, even if they’re a couple showing off their love. I have to hold it in, as long as they don’t get too cringy. Yeah."
With no experience running a café, Lin Mu’s social skills had remained at a childlike level due to her long-term isolation. She even typed slower on her phone than a middle schooler…
This often left her feeling deeply troubled, as if life was just too complicated.
She frequently pondered one question—
"Why do humans have to interact with people who don’t matter in the grand scheme of things?"
She couldn’t figure it out, nor could she understand it.
She always felt that as long as she had money, time, and space, she could live a perfectly good life on her own.
For a wealthy girl like her, such naive thoughts were perfectly normal.
"Ugh… dealing with customers is so complicated. Come to think of it, running a café is part of the service industry, isn’t it…?"
"I like baking cakes and making coffee, but that doesn’t mean I enjoy dealing with people or serving others…"
Lin Mu wore a look of utter disdain as she passed by the table, instinctively reaching for a cigarette.
But halfway through the motion, she changed her mind.
She thought, *Why not just reach out to Qing today?*
After all, he was "alive" again, and they were friends now! Even if she sent him a bunch of messages, he probably wouldn’t get mad, right?
"~"
At this thought, a genuine smile spread across the rich loli's smooth, milky face.
She quickly picked up her phone, scrolled through her friend list, and found Qing. After editing for a while, she finally asked:
"Qing, what are you up to? The sunlight in Tianhai is so warm today. Do you have any plans later?"
……
……
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
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!
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.
