I’m a Green Tea in a Matriarchal World

Su Yu slept until noon before getting up. With no work to do, his days were aimless—eating and sleeping, like a total slacker.

He had to admit, he loved this life.

“Fighting and killing? Nothing beats a good nap.”

Rubbing sleepy eyes, he rolled out of bed with a yawn, slipped on a small cotton jacket, and padded barefoot to push open the window.

A faint chill breeze slipped in, his black hair fluttering in the air. Gazing at the cherry blossoms blanketing the courtyard, he took a deep breath of their sweet scent, his eyes squinting contentedly.

“The sun’s high in the sky, flowers smile at me, birds chirp morning, morning, morning…”

“…Another hardworking day~”

Su Yu stretched lazily, twirling a stray lock of hair that fell across his chest. This body was getting more useless by the day—what was he going to do?

But…

“Come in,” he called softly.

Little Qing, who’d been waiting who-knows-how-long, pushed the door open.

“Morning, Young Master!”

She shot Su Yu an odd look. These past few days, he’d been acting so strange.

Normally, despite his idleness, he kept a regular schedule—early to bed, early to rise. But lately, he slept till noon. How could anyone sleep that much?

Su Yu yawned again, shuffling to the vanity. His long black hair was a tangled mess from sleep.

“Don’t move, Young Master. I’ll fix it for you.”

“Mm…”

Su Yu blinked, a bit embarrassed, as Little Qing picked up a wooden comb from the table and ran her fingers through his hair.

“Your hair’s so nice, Young Master. Just a quick brush does the trick…”

“Okay, hurry up.”

It wasn’t his first time enjoying Little Qing’s help, but Su Yu still felt awkward. Being pampered like this—it was downright decadent.

Then again, with hair this long, he had no clue how to manage it himself.

Once Little Qing finished, Su Yu dressed and sat down for lunch.

Steaming, fragrant lean meat porridge.

Oddly enough, though he loved food, Su Yu preferred simple vegetarian flavors over rich meats.

Plump rice grains, a sprinkle of meat bits, light porridge… Together, they teased his appetite.

He took a careful sip—warm, almost scalding—chasing away the grogginess of waking up.

Life was meant for enjoying in the moment~

Su Yu squinted, savoring the unforgettable taste.

Delicious—absolutely delicious!

Compared to the foods of his past life, this was a crushing victory. A happy smile tugged at his lips.

Even without smiling, Su Yu could charm countless women. When he did, it was downright mesmerizing.

A smile to topple nations, nothing less.

Little Qing’s heart raced. Staring at his captivating face, she swallowed hard. He looked… delicious.

In every sense—truly a feast for the eyes.

Seeing Little Qing lost in his stunning beauty, Su Yu let out a wistful sigh.

People really were different.

Some toiled their whole lives just to scrape by, while others were born at the finish line.

Well-fed, well-dressed, Su Yu had few wants. But this world’s path of immortality sparked a rare drive in him.

Men here were frail, no match for women. In his first days after transmigrating, he’d planned to exercise, at least hit a passing grade.

But not long after, he gave up.

Couldn’t lift a hand, couldn’t carry a load, skin so soft it reddened at a poke.

This wasn’t just frailty—it was full-on uselessness. Better to focus on activating the system.

A flicker of frustration crossed his eyes, but he brushed it aside.

What was the point of brooding now? Better to marry honestly and wheedle some spirit stones from his wife.

“What’s she like?”

He sifted through the sparse memories of her.

Her name was Lin Qingyue—beauty to rival kingdoms, with a natural fragrance.

Lin Qingyue had an Innate Dao Body, spotted by an elder of the Muxian Sect as a child and taken as a disciple. Her family were generational cultivators—a textbook second-generation immortal.

“Why would an Immortal Lady like that pick me?”

Su Yu’s brows knitted.

Sure, he was a walking disaster among men in looks, but a mortal and an Immortal Lady? Their backgrounds were leagues apart—he had no edge.

A woman with that pedigree could have any man. Even if they weren’t quite his level, they wouldn’t be far off.

“Could I have some rare cauldron physique? Dual cultivation with me gives big benefits?”

His imagination ran wild. Cauldrons were cliché in past-life novels, after all.

The more he thought, the more plausible it seemed. Surely she didn’t fall for him at first sight and insist on marrying him?

“Not impossible, though.”

Su Yu touched his soft, fair face. He might just have the chops to live off his looks.

“Young Master, Miss Yanran is here,” Little Qing said, stepping in suddenly.

“Miss Yanran??”

Su Yu blanked for a moment. When it clicked who “Yanran” was, he jolted. “Gu Yanran? Why’s she here?!”

His mind spun into chaos. Of all the messes his predecessor left, besides Lin Qingyue, Gu Yanran gave him the biggest headache.

Why else would she come now? Obviously to talk about running away.

If he remembered right, less than two days remained until their agreed date.

“What do I do?”

Cold sweat beaded on his forehead. He could refuse to see her, but dragging it out—what was that? Better to face her today and clear things up.

Running away was out of the question. He’d been joking before.

“No choice. I’ll be tactful, try not to hurt her.”

Decision made, Su Yu silently rehearsed his words.

Soon, a young woman in a cyan gown stepped in.

Willow-leaf brows, clear eyes, a figure so well-formed even loose robes couldn’t hide her curves.

“Yanran, you… uh?! …”

Before he could speak, Gu Yanran reached out and pulled him into a full hug.

What?! What’s happening?! …

This sudden move left Su Yu completely dazed…