After a journey of silence, Gu Yan and Leng Ling'er finally arrived at Jianghai High School.
"Have a good day at school."
"I didn't hear anything."
Gu Yan didn't know what else to say, so he could only offer this consolation.
But these words made Leng Ling'er bury her head even lower in shame.
She silently trembled as she clutched her schoolbag, shakily getting out of the car.
Even when closing the door, she used barely any strength.
Watching Leng Ling'er walk into the school campus as if she had lost her soul, Gu Yan smiled helplessly.
This is what a restless teenage girl in puberty looks like.
"Old Gao, you can head back now," Gu Yan said with a light chuckle.
"Yes, young master," Old Gao replied, somewhat puzzled as to why Miss Ling'er, who was usually so lively, was so docile today.
But he didn't think too much about it. After all, the young master used to be like this too - occasionally going through that chuunibyou phase, pretending to be a mature adult.
......
......
Back at the Leng family home, Gu Yan began his daily work.
He cleaned up a bit, tidied the clothes scattered on the sofa.
Then came the most important moment.
He looked left and right, and seeing that Leng Qingqiu hadn't come down yet, he walked towards the bathroom.
Glancing around, when he saw a basket of clothes, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.
Hehehe~ Qingqiu, Qingqiu, it's not good to leave these dirty clothes piled up here.
Let me help you clean them up.
Thinking this, he walked over and naturally reached out towards the basket.
The next second.
"What are you doing?"
An icy voice tinged with embarrassment came from behind Gu Yan.
!!
Gu Yan's body stiffened. He awkwardly turned his head to see Leng Qingqiu leaning coldly against the doorframe.
Her expression seemed full of murderous intent.
Oh no, this is bad. But it's okay, Qingqiu can't see, so as long as I pretend I'm just cleaning up, there shouldn't be a problem, right?
So, Gu Yan tried to explain calmly: "I....."
"Were you trying to do something with my and Ling'er's clothes?"
However, before Gu Yan could explain, Leng Qingqiu saw right through him.
"???"
Are you psychic? How do you know that? But still!
"That's not it! I'm only interested in your undergarments, Qingqiu! I don't care about anyone else's!"
"You have to believe me, Qingqiu!"
Don't insult his integrity!
Gu Yan hurriedly explained. Of course he was only interested in Qingqiu's clothes.
Hearing this.
Leng Qingqiu clenched her fists in embarrassment. The perverted things Gu Yan had done before were still fresh in her mind.
Now hearing his outrageous words, she clenched her fists even tighter in shame: "Shut up! You pervert!"
Saying this, she quickly walked towards Gu Yan, blocking the basket, and said coldly: "Get out of here. I'll wash the clothes myself!"
Ah, what a pity. Gu Yan smiled awkwardly: "Okay, okay, Qingqiu will wash them herself. Call me if you need anything."
He then left sheepishly.
However, as he was leaving, Gu Yan was a bit confused.
Hm? Qingqiu has her eyes closed, how was she able to walk over here so precisely?
Oh right, Qingqiu is a genius with high IQ, plus she has the enhancement from her cultivation techniques.
It's normal for her to remember the layout of the room.
As expected of Qingqiu!
Feeling Gu Yan leave, Leng Qingqiu finally let out a sigh of relief.
She picked up a piece of clothing and sighed.
It's just clothes, why am I getting so worked up?
No matter how perverted...
Surely no one would have any weird thoughts about dirty laundry.
Just thinking about this, Leng Qingqiu's mind flashed back to all the perverted things Gu Yan had done before.
Hmm... he wouldn't, right...
Surely not?
Really, surely not?
After breakfast.
Gu Yan and Leng Qingqiu sat on the living room sofa.
The TV was on, playing the morning news.
[Good morning, citizens. As you can see behind me, this is the crime scene from this morning.]
[Including the previous ones, this is already the fifth murder case in the Autumn Water Garden community!]
[The victim this time was a boss in the construction materials industry. The forensic team has already gone in to investigate the situation.]
While watching TV, Gu Yan said to Leng Qingqiu, who was lost in thought beside him: "Qingqiu, listen to this. The world is really dangerous these days."
"There have already been five murder cases in Autumn Water Garden. I heard that each victim had wound marks on their chest that looked like claw marks."
"I wonder if some ferocious beast escaped from the zoo."
Hearing this, Leng Qingqiu snapped out of her previous train of thought. After a brief consideration, she replied: "It's not a species known to humans."
"If it were, the culprit would have been caught by now."
"But don't worry too much. Autumn Water Garden is far from where we are. This kind of thing won't happen to us."
She had heard reports from her subordinates about the Autumn Water Garden incidents, saying they had detected energy similar to true qi.
But she didn't care much, after all, what did other people dying have to do with her?
Now hearing Gu Yan speak like this, Leng Qingqiu thought he was worried the killer might come to their neighborhood.
Gu Yan nodded upon hearing this and smiled: "Hehe, if Qingqiu isn't afraid, then I'm relieved."
?
Leng Qingqiu snorted lightly when she heard this: "Who asked for your opinion?"
On the TV.
The scene had changed to show the police who had rushed to the scene after receiving the report.
And the police officer on screen was someone Gu Yan knew.
Chen Yingyin was facing the camera, speaking in a serious and solemn tone.
[Citizens, please trust us, the police. We will definitely catch the criminal behind the murders in Autumn Water Garden!]
Oh oh, is the plot about to begin?
But the mastermind behind Autumn Water Garden won't be easy to deal with.
That person is very dangerous, and also has some connection to the King of Hell Palace.
However..
Gu Yan guessed, or rather he had a feeling, that Chen Yingyin would definitely come to ask for his help in the investigation.
Perhaps it's a man's sixth sense? Oh right, he needed to tell Qingqiu about tomorrow's plans.
Thinking of this, Gu Yan changed the channel and said: "By the way, Qingqiu, I have to attend some kind of banquet tomorrow, so I won't be here."
On Leng Qingqiu's side, she was silent for a moment after hearing this, then said flatly: "Is it the Yan Xing Group's banquet?"
"Uh... yes."
"They invited our Leng family too. Tomorrow Ling'er will go with Leng Xing'an."
I see.
Hearing this, Gu Yan smiled: "That's good. But how will you manage your meals tomorrow, Qingqiu?"
---- Tomorrow I won't be home all day, and I need to go as the King of Night to turn the leader of the King of Hell Palace into a puppet.
Of course, he couldn't say this.
So, the best answer was...
"None of your business."
Leng Qingqiu said flatly.
Gu Yan nodded repeatedly, grinning: "I just love how you're such an independent modern woman, Qingqiu."
"You!"
Leng Qingqiu couldn't hold back for a moment. How could this bastard always have a comeback for everything?!
Tsk! She took a deep breath, calming herself down.
No, no, tomorrow is the day when all members of the Night Organization will be in action. She must quickly switch to her other identity.
Staying with Gu Yan for too long had diminished her aura of authority.
Oh right, Leng Qingqiu suddenly thought of something.
She suddenly said to Gu Yan: "There might be some particularly attractive women at the banquet tomorrow. Don't let yourself be lured away by a crook of someone's finger."
Hearing this, Gu Yan was displeased: "Are you questioning my integrity? Qingqiu, I love only you!"
"Heh, you'd better."
"My dear Qingqiu~~~"
"Stop right there! Speak properly!"
Leng Qingqiu immediately held back Gu Yan, who was about to pounce on her.
At the same time, she sighed inwardly.
She hoped she wouldn't see any scenes tomorrow that she didn't want to see.
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
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?"
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.”
