Rebirth: My Home Has Become a Gathering Place for Young Women with a "Crazy" Spirit

Xu Jianzhou stared at Qin Lang, remaining silent for over ten seconds before finally speaking, his tone tinged with amusement, "Fifty million?"

"Yes." Qin Lang nodded confidently, "More than that."

Upon hearing this, Xu Jianzhou paused for a moment, then smiled. His smile wasn't wide, but it wasn't mocking or disdainful; he simply felt that this young man was quite interesting.

"Alright." Xu Jianzhou nodded, his tone regaining its usual understated authority. "I'll be watching."

After saying that, he turned to look at Xu Han standing next to him, and his voice softened a bit: "Xiao Han, pack your things and come with us back to school."

Xu Han raised his head, looked at his father, and said firmly, "I'm not leaving."

Xu Jianzhou frowned, and Xu Han's mother also became anxious, grabbing her daughter's hand and saying, "Hanhan, listen to your mother. Although you are already an adult, but..."

"Mom," Xu Han interrupted her, his voice not loud, but his tone more firm, "I said, I'm not leaving."

She walked to Qin Lang's side, stood there, and didn't take his hand or do anything intimate. She just stood quietly beside him, shoulder to shoulder. This action showed her current attitude.

Xu Jianzhou looked at his daughter, lost in thought. After a minute, he slowly spoke, his voice low and deep: "Xiaohan, your parents respect your decision, but..."

He turned to Qin Lang and said in a cold tone, "If you cannot achieve the goal you mentioned today a year from now, you must leave Xiao Han on your own initiative."

"Okay," Qin Lang replied solemnly. Inwardly, however, he couldn't help but chuckle. "You old fool, what era are we living in? You still believe such an outdated trick? Even if I can't actually earn fifty million a year from now, what if a little Qin comes along? I can use my grandson to control you, old fool. I bet you won't deny it then."

Xu Jianzhou looked at the two people standing side by side, remained silent for another minute, and finally stood up, straightened his cuffs, and said to his wife, "Let's go."

After saying that, he turned and walked towards the door. When he reached the door, he stopped and turned back to look at Xu Han: "Your mother and I are going back to Bincheng tomorrow afternoon. Have lunch with us tomorrow."

Xu Han: "Okay."

Xu Jianzhou nodded, opened the door, and strode out. Seeing her husband had reached the door, Xu Han's mother glanced at her daughter and Qin Lang, her lips moved, but she ultimately said nothing, turning and following him out.

The door closed.

The living room returned to quiet.

Su Yue let out a long sigh and slumped onto the sofa. "That scared me to death." The next second, as if she had thought of something, she suddenly stood up, walked up to Xu Han, and exclaimed in surprise, "Xiao Han, you hid it really well! I never expected you to be a rich second-generation!"

Ruan Zhihuan's gaze darted back and forth between Qin Lang and Xu Han, her expression growing increasingly strange. She was always meticulous and possessed an extraordinary ability to observe.

From the moment Xu Han's parents walked in, she felt something was off. Xu Han and Qin Lang... they didn't seem to be acting.

"Xiao Han, you and Qin Lang, you two didn't really..." Ruan Zhihuan didn't finish her sentence, but the meaning couldn't be clearer.

Xu Han remained silent, and Qin Lang also remained silent. Silence itself was an answer.

Su Yue suddenly jumped up from the sofa, her eyes wide like saucers, her mouth agape in an "O" shape, and her voice rose a full octave: "No way?! You two really...did that?"

Ruan Zhihuan looked at the two of them, her expression a mix of surprise, understanding, and a hint of disappointment. She muttered under her breath, "I knew it..."

Xu Han stood there, still with that aloof and indifferent demeanor, her expression completely calm. She neither denied nor explained.

"Uh..." Qin Lang opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but it seemed there was nothing to explain. Once something was done, it was done.

Su Yue took a few seconds to process this, a hint of disappointment appearing on her face. "Sigh... how could I have slept so soundly last night..."

Xu Han turned and went to the bathroom. "I'm going to take a shower."

Qin Lang glanced at her, then turned and walked away to the bedroom, leaving the door open.

He sat in front of the computer, leaned back in his chair, looked up at the ceiling, and let out a long breath.

He really couldn't remember what happened last night. He only remembered some fragmented pieces: someone helped him lie down on the bed, and this person didn't leave. Then, long hair was scattered on the pillow, and her breathing was very soft... Qin Lang couldn't remember anything more.

Qin Lang shook his head, then sat up straight, turned on his computer, and shifted his attention to the screen.

He opened the Bilibili backend and glanced at the data of the "Silly Shrimp" account. The surge in followers brought about by the plagiarism controversy had passed, and the account had steadily gained 80,000 followers in the past seven days, bringing its total number of followers to over 1.53 million. The latest episode of "Shrimp Cultivation: Starting as a Cauldron" surpassed 5 million views, 180,000 likes, and 90,000 coins within 24 hours, with the data reaching a new level compared to the previous episodes.

Qin Lang glanced through the comments section; most were still urging for more updates and praising the writers.

"Oh no, I feel like I'm poisoned. If I don't watch this 'Shrimp Cultivation' show for a day, it feels like something's missing, empty."

"How did the uploader come up with this plot? It's hilarious, the twist at the beginning completely amazed me."

"Shrimp is awesome."

"..."

Looking at the comments on the screen, Qin Lang's lips unconsciously curled into a slight smile. He switched windows and opened the author's backend on a certain online novel platform. The number of favorites for "Undying Yuan Zun" had skyrocketed from over 20,000 to 200,000, and the follow-up reading rate remained at around 35%. For a new author, this data was truly astonishing.

The novel currently has 190,000 words. Qin Lang clicked on the bouncing penguin icon in the lower right corner. It turned out that his editor had sent him a QQ message yesterday, saying that based on the readership data of "The Undying Yuan Zun," it could actually be released when it reached 100,000 words. However, considering that this is the author's first book, in order to attract more readers, they suggested setting the release date at 200,000 words.

The editor also informed them that after internal discussions, the editorial team tentatively scheduled the book for release on Friday, three days later, and promised Qin Lang that if it reached 3,000 initial subscriptions on the day of release, it would receive a significant amount of promotional placement.

"Three thousand first subscriptions." Qin Lang muttered to himself. Three thousand first subscriptions were enough to qualify for the premium channel.

Qin Lang replied to the editor: "The novel 'Undying Yuan Zun' will be available next Friday. Thank you, editor."

After logging out of QQ, Qin Lang started writing. The book was about to be published, and he needed to save up some drafts so he could release a big batch on the day of publication.

He typed for half an hour straight, finishing a chapter of two thousand words, before deciding to stop and rest for a while.

Just then, Xu Han walked in. She had finished showering and changed into a nightgown, her hair casually tied in a low ponytail. She carried a takeout order and placed it in front of Qin Lang, her tone seemingly softer than before: "Millet porridge. It's good for your stomach after drinking alcohol."

She placed the takeout box on Qin Lang's desk, glanced at the computer screen, turned around and went to the bedside, changed the sheets, tidied the bedding, and then, as usual, leaned against the headboard and started reading a novel.

Qin Lang didn't rush to open the takeout box, nor did he continue typing. Instead, he turned to look at Xu Han, whose fair and delicate face seemed even more refined. The material of her pajamas was almost transparent in the sunlight streaming in from the window, outlining the faint contours of what lay beneath.

Xu Han seemed to notice his gaze, but didn't say anything. She simply pulled her pajamas collar tighter and continued reading.

Qin Lang stood up, a slight smile playing on his lips. As he went to close the bedroom door, he muttered to himself, "Oh no, my Dao heart is in turmoil."