I’m a Green Tea in a Matriarchal World

Su Yu had gained a deeper understanding of his situation.

He wanted to cultivate immortality, and this world did have immortals.

But men couldn’t become immortals—they lacked the aptitude. And even if a man could cultivate, so what? Only women could ascend to another world…

Su Yu sank into gloom.

Was this just a rumor, or was it really the truth?

Not only did spiritual energy discriminate, but even the immortal herself discriminated against men.

Had she been scorned by some scumbag, or was she just naturally frigid?

Pausing his page-turning, a tangle of worries churned in his chest.

From the initial thrill of transmigrating into a life of luxury, to now resenting fate, discontent festered within him.

Su Yu’s eyes gazed into the distance, lost in thought.

In his mind, he could already picture his future.

Marriage and children, wedded to some honest girl.

Years later, still as stunning as ever, dressed in spotless white.

Across from him, a beautiful woman with a swollen belly, smiling at him tenderly.

A blissful married life, blessed with a child, the envy of all.

That’d be enough—a predictable future. He’d be satisfied, utterly satisfied…

“Satisfied, my ass!!”

Su Yu hurled the book in his hand to the floor.

Little Qing, just stepping through the door, flinched in fright, her small face lifting with concern.

“Young Master…?”

“Don’t call me Young Master—I’m pissed off right now!”

Little Qing: “…”

No matter how he looked at it, Su Yu felt cheated.

Sure, he’d gained a lifetime of wealth, but he’d lost the chance to cultivate.

Glancing at Little Qing, though, he knew it wasn’t her fault. Taking it out on her would be embarrassing.

So…

He’d just have to tease her more in the future!

“I’m fine. Is there any wine? I want to drink.”

Little Qing froze for a moment, then snapped to it, soon returning with a jug of fruit wine.

Sweet and fragrant, low in alcohol—perfect for the Young Master.

Su Yu had no idea what the little maid was thinking. He felt awful and needed to vent.

He’d never tasted wine this good—crisp, sweet, with a lingering aftertaste.

Little Qing peeked up at him, torn between stopping him and not knowing if she should.

Even fruit wine could be trouble if he drank too much!

She wanted to step in, but Su Yu’s eyes were misty with drunkenness, wet and shimmering, a faint red blush at their corners adding a sultry charm. One look left her weak all over.

Flustered, a soft flush crept over Little Qing’s face. Staring into those lake-like eyes, she longed to see more of her Young Master’s allure.

But loyalty steadied her. Pinching her thigh hard through her skirt—

Hiss!

Tears welled in her eyes as she boldly stepped forward and snatched the jug from Su Yu’s hands.

“Wine—I want more wine… What are you doing!?”

His cheeks flushed, the wine-scented breath escaping his lips sent a shiver through her, nearly drawing a moan as she jolted awake.

Clutching the jug to her chest, Little Qing pursed her lips. “Drinking harms your health, Young Master. You can’t have any more.”

Though drunk, Su Yu had chosen to be. He’d been hit hard, his heart bruised, but his mind was still fairly clear.

He felt dejected, disappointed—but heartbroken? Not quite.

It was just cultivation, right? He didn’t even care that much!

Cultivation was tough. Being a rich pretty boy—wasn’t that better?

Eat, drink, and when he got tired of being alone, marry a good-looking woman. If married life turned sour, he’d ditch her without a second thought. With his looks, finding the next one wouldn’t be an issue.

Little Qing, of course, had no clue about the outrageous ideas swirling in Su Yu’s head.

She wanted to cheer him up, so she set the jug on the table and said, “Young Master, how about we do something fun together?”

Su Yu’s eyes widened, nearly toppling him from his chair.

What had he just heard!?

“F-fun stuff!?”

His voice stammered as he sized up her petite frame—flat as a board, barely five feet tall. How could he even think of touching her!

Little Qing had no idea why he reacted so strongly.

By “fun stuff,” she’d meant counting the Young Master’s private stash.

The old Su Yu was a money hoarder, always squinting happily when tallying his little vault. Little Qing thought it might lift his spirits, so she’d suggested it.

“Oh, that’s what you meant…”

Su Yu exhaled in relief. Guess he’d overthought it.

But alongside that relief, why did he feel a tiny pang of regret?

How weird!

“What’s the point of counting some pocket change? Just a bunch of useless junk.”

With a family this wealthy, he didn’t lack money, so he didn’t care much.

Besides, what kind of fortune could an unmarried young man have saved up?

Su Yu scoffed inwardly, but his feet betrayed him. When he reached the treasury, his jaw dropped.

What kind of godly rich guy was this!?

A massive chest brimmed with gold, silver, and jewels, dazzling him until his vision blurred.

“This is all mine!?”

Su Yu pointed at the overflowing chest, asking in disbelief.

“Of course it’s all yours, Young Master. These are gifts you’ve received over the years—from Miss Muqing, Miss Li, the Madam, and some of your admirers.”

Little Qing gave him an odd look. He’d put them in himself—why was he so shocked?

“There were originally three full chests, but you said some had flaws or weren’t up to par, so you gave them all away.”

Su Yu was dumbfounded.

“Gave… gave them away!?”

He clutched his chest, stumbling back two steps, his heart aching.

He didn’t lack money, but his predecessor was an irredeemable idiot.

Two whole chests! How much treasure was that?

Could an ordinary person earn that in one lifetime—or several?

Sure, he saw money as dirt, fancying himself a saint, but…

Forget it. The more he said, the more it hurt.

Kneeling by the chest, Su Yu started inventorying his hoard.

Pearls, agates, silks, satin, a mutton-fat jade hairpin…

Yep, no problem here. Men needed to dress up too—who wasn’t a little fairy boy?

He even found a gem the size of a pigeon egg, nearly blinding him with its sparkle.

This much wealth—forget common folk, even some smaller clans couldn’t match his predecessor’s riches.

“Is this the joy of being rich?”

Su Yu’s calm shattered, his heart pounding.

Even if he couldn’t cultivate, being a loaded landlord didn’t seem half bad.

“Wait, what’s this?”

Among the pile of fine jade, one stone gleamed brighter than the rest.

He reached out to pick it up, and suddenly, a ding-dong chimed in his mind.