When Xiao Zhan returned home, he poured the large bag of new clothes all over the sofa in the living room. There were various colors, styles and sizes, and Su Xiaomeng jumped on them excitedly.
Su Muqiu took out two sets of men's suits and handed them to Xiao Zhan, "These are for you to choose from."
"Thank you, honey."
Xiao Zhan was overjoyed.
Su Muqiu's blush had not faded, and she gestured, "I don't know your size, so I chose by feel. Take a shower later and try them on to see if they fit."
"Since my wife chose them, there's no need to try. They will definitely fit."
Xiao Zhan coaxed her.
"You!"
Su Muqiu was both shy and angry. She and Xiao Zhan were only engaged, neither held a wedding nor went to the civil affairs bureau to get a certificate, so they were not really legal spouses. Yet Xiao Zhan kept calling her "wife" as if taking advantage of her.
Rogue!
Just then, Liu Hongxiu pushed Su Jiancheng in.
As soon as they entered, they saw Xiao Zhan teasing Su Muqiu. Liu Hongxiu's worried face became even uglier, and she glared fiercely at Xiao Zhan. Then she said to Su Muqiu, "Muqiu, come here for a moment, Mom wants to ask you something."
After that, she turned and went to the kitchen.
"Oh."
Su Muqiu also glared fiercely at Xiao Zhan. Without guessing, she knew what Liu Hongxiu was worried about and wanted to ask.
Mother and daughter went to the kitchen.
Su Xiaomeng was there fiddling with the new clothes.
Only Su Jiancheng and Xiao Zhan were left, looking at each other, and the atmosphere suddenly became a little awkward.
Su Jiancheng hesitated for a moment, then asked, "The car outside, did you really buy it with your own money? Is it really worth over 6 million?"
"Yes."
Xiao Zhan nodded undeniably.
Su Jiancheng asked again, "Where did you get so much money?"
"Saved from before."
Xiao Zhan casually lied.
During his five years as a soldier, Xiao Zhan fought bloody battles on the frontier, made countless achievements, and step by step became the Wolf King of the North who struck fear into the hearts of the enemy. On several occasions, he even saved the world economy from the brink of collapse in times of crisis.
That's why he deservedly obtained the limited edition supreme black card from Global Bank.
What's more, it was a supreme black card that Global Bank had specially customized for him personally.
The wolf head pattern on the black card was unique!
It represented his invincible Blood Wolf Group, and the wolf head was the symbol of the Wolf King, with profound significance!
"From before? Saved up?"
Su Jiancheng's eyebrows wrinkled. He wasn't stupid either. He could tell at a glance that Xiao Zhan was deliberately concealing something and not telling the truth. He really wanted to ask: "What did you do before? How did you save up over 60 million? Can you tell me so I can learn to save some too?"
But since Xiao Zhan didn't want to say, he thought about it, and didn't ask the question.
"Dad."
Xiao Zhan called him and imperceptibly changed the subject, "It's just a car, no big deal. After your legs recover and you can walk and drive again, I'll buy you another one. By then, you can take Mom out for a drive and enjoy your blessings."
"My legs?"
Su Jiancheng was taken aback for a moment, then came back to his senses and shook his head with a wry smile, sighing, "My legs, I know they've been disabled for years and have completely lost sensation. I'll be a cripple for the rest of my life."
Cripple!
A car accident years ago had left Su Jiancheng with crippled legs. The blow to him was huge, both physically and mentally, almost more than he could bear. So in recent years he had been muddling along, his status in the Su family plummeting.
He had lost his original fighting spirit.
He was too lazy to compete for Su's business anymore, knowing he couldn't win or seize it. Why humiliate himself?
As for recovery...
He had never hoped for it, unrealistic!
Nothing is more sorrowful than a dead heart.
The Su Jiancheng before him was a living example. For years, as the only man in a family of four, the original pillar collapsed watching Su Muqiu and Liu Hongxiu work hard and struggle, while he himself could only sit in a wheelchair waiting to be fed and watered. Not only was he unable to help, but he had to drag Su Muqiu and Liu Hongxiu down like a burden. His bitterness was indescribable!
Just staying alive took tremendous courage!
"Dad, don't lose heart."
Having also suffered a fatal blow years ago as a man, Xiao Zhan knew that hatred against heaven and earth and against himself, as well as the helplessness and despair of crying out but getting no response, from personal experience.
So he could empathize with Su Jiancheng's pain.
He often thought that if he had his current ability five years ago, he could have protected himself and his mother. Then his mother would not have returned to the capital, let alone kneeled to death at the Xiao family gate!
His mother's death was an eternal pain in his heart!
In the past, he couldn't save his own mother. Now, if he could save Su Muqiu's father, it would be good.
So Xiao Zhan said solemnly, "Actually, I studied Chinese medicine before and was a doctor. I know some acupuncture and massage techniques, and have cured some cases like Dad's who were disabled for years."
"If you believe me, why not let me try."
"You?!"
Su Jiancheng looked up at Xiao Zhan, staring wide-eyed in disbelief, "Really???"
"Yes."
Xiao Zhan nodded and said, "Anyway, there's no harm in trying. If I can't do it, the situation won't be worse than now. What if I can do it?"
"But..."
"Dad, wait a moment, I'll go boil some hot water to soak your feet first, stimulate blood flow and tendons, then give you a leg massage."
Su Jiancheng had some doubts, but Xiao Zhan didn't give him a chance to refuse.
After speaking, he turned and left.
Su Jiancheng was stunned there, watching Xiao Zhan's back, with mixed emotions in his heart. After years of dormancy, the heart that had become like dead ashes seemed to be rekindled by Xiao Zhan's words, seeing a ray of hope.
Somewhat excited.
But he didn't dare show it, suppressing that tiny bit of hope and excitement tightly in his heart, because in his opinion, such hope was too slim, with little chance of realization.
How could it be such a coincidence that his son-in-law who had been in the Su family for less than a day happened to be a doctor, and so skilled that he could just treat his crippled legs?
Hard to believe!
The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment.
For someone like Su Jiancheng who had died once, giving him hope was like bringing him back to life. If it failed, the tremendous disappointment would be like letting him die again...
......
In the kitchen.
Liu Hongxiu closed the door and asked while cooking, "Muqiu, what exactly is going on between you and that rapist?"
"What's going on?" Su Muqiu pretended to be stupid.
"Don't try to fool me!"
Liu Hongxiu said coldly, "I'm your mother! No one knows you better than me! Ever since some bastard got you inexplicably pregnant five years ago, you were deeply hurt even if you didn't say it. You even developed a cleanliness obsession with men, and never let a man touch your finger!"
"Yet just now you actually let that rapist hold your hand???"
"Tell your mother honestly, did he say or do something to you? Or, are you...have you been deceived by his kindness to you and Xiaomeng, and started to have feelings for him???"
Liu Hongxiu was anxious, so she got right to the point instead of beating around the bush.
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.
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
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.”
