This chapter is dedicated to reader [Sugarcane Residue].
Night swallowed the clamor of the day.
In the back alleys, neon signs of various eateries flickered to life, their glow mingling with the aroma of food, saturating the humid air of eastern Guangdong.
Lin Mo strolled leisurely, hands tucked in his pockets.
Tall and lean, his shadow stretched long under the streetlights. Alone, he seemed utterly at ease.
His aimless walk led him to the Spicy Chicken restaurant.
Through the glass, he spotted a familiar figure swiftly clearing leftovers from a table.
The corner of Lin Mo’s mouth twitched imperceptibly.
Alright, this is the place.
As Lin Mo stood at the counter to order, a voice sounded behind him.
"Yuzhong, everything alright?"
Zhang Yuzhong looked up and shook his head with a smile, too busy to chat.
Su Jiazhen had brought his crew out for dinner.
Truthfully, he had little interest in spicy chicken—he was only here to support Zhang Yuzhong, who worked here.
But the moment he finished speaking, his gaze locked onto the tall, slender figure at the counter.
Lin Mo?
The enthusiasm on Su Jiazhen’s face froze, as if someone had hit pause.
His crew behind him stiffened, their laughter dying instantly. Their expressions turned to stone, breaths held, feet rooted to the spot.
The atmosphere at the entrance plummeted to freezing point—all because of one person’s presence.
Lin Mo was well aware of Su Jiazhen’s group behind him, but he couldn’t care less. Taking his order number, he headed upstairs.
Only after Lin Mo disappeared around the stairwell did one of the lackeys dare whisper, voice barely audible,
"Boss, maybe we should go somewhere else. Lin Mo’s here."
Su Jiazhen took a deep breath. "What’s there to fear? We’re here to eat, not fight. Why should I be scared of him?"
With that, he strode to the counter, placed his order, and marched upstairs without hesitation.
The second floor was sparsely populated—just Lin Mo and a middle-aged man waiting for his food.
Lin Mo scrolled through his phone. Recently, Liu Zheng had mentioned being ignored—no contact from the "Oriental Leaves" group, not even an interrogation of Chen Lai.
Lin Mo’s stance remained unchanged: "Let the bullets fly."
Speaking of which, why hasn’t this movie been nominated for heritage yet?
When Su Jiazhen’s group arrived upstairs, they grew conspicuously quiet.
As if rehearsed, they claimed the farthest corner from Lin Mo, pulled out their phones in unison, and buried their faces in the screens, fingers swiping frantically—who knew what they were looking at.
Conversation? Nonexistent.
Even their breathing was measured.
Soon, Zhang Yuzhong arrived with their orders.
First serving the middle-aged man, then Lin Mo.
"Lin Mo, your meal."
As the tray landed, Su Jiazhen’s eyes flicked over instinctively.
His eyelid twitched at the sight.
Lin Mo’s rice was piled into a solid mound, towering over a normal portion.
Zhang Yuzhong knew Lin Mo had a big appetite, so he always packed it tight and high.
But rice was free for refills here.
With a smile, Zhang Yuzhong added, "Let me know if you need more," before turning to leave.
Passing Su Jiazhen’s table, he said, "Yours is coming right up," then headed downstairs.
One lackey couldn’t resist muttering, "Damn, that rice pile..."
"Shut up and play with your phone!" Su Jiazhen hissed through gritted teeth.
He pretended to watch a video, but the flashing images registered nothing in his brain.
Then, Lin Mo picked up his tray and sat right beside their table.
"So, why did you step in last night?"
Lin Mo turned to Su Jiazhen.
Su Jiazhen’s heart nearly stopped.
"What kind of person do you take me for?"
Clearing his throat, Su Jiazhen straightened his back, trying to reclaim his boss aura. "If I see someone from our school getting bullied, should I hide like a coward? Of course I’d step in!"
He couldn’t admit he’d been avoiding Zhang Yuzhong, only to overhear those bastards’ vile remarks and lose his temper on the spot.
Lin Mo said nothing, just watched him with faint amusement, sending chills down Su Jiazhen’s spine.
After a few seconds, Lin Mo looked away and resumed eating, as if the question had been casual.
Right then, Zhang Yuzhong returned with a large tray, pausing briefly at the sight of Lin Mo and Su Jiazhen together.
"Here, your pork offal soup rice."
"Thanks," Su Jiazhen mumbled.
Once the food was served, everyone began eating.
Silence engulfed the second floor.
Su Jiazhen’s crew shoveled rice into their mouths, not daring to breathe too loud. The clink of chopsticks against bowls sounded painfully sharp.
The suffocating quiet made Su Jiazhen fidget—like sitting on needles, like...
He stole a glance at Lin Mo, who ate unhurriedly, seemingly oblivious to the tension.
For some reason, Su Jiazhen’s brain short-circuited. He pulled out his phone, swiped randomly, and pointed at the screen.
"That donation mentioned on the forum—did you really give that money?"
The moment the words left his mouth, he wanted to slap himself.
Idiot. Now he’s poked the bear. Is he about to get punched?
Lin Mo paused and met his gaze.
"You follow gossip like that?"
The unexpectedly calm tone eased Su Jiazhen’s nerves slightly.
"Eh, boring classes, gotta kill time on the forum," he ventured, leaning in slightly. "But... that three-million ‘maintenance fee’—real or fake?"
Three million! Even with his family’s wealth, his dad would struggle to pull out that much cash, let alone him.
Lin Mo finally showed a reaction—a look of utter disbelief, followed by an eye roll.
"The three million is real, but it wasn’t a maintenance fee."
The crew’s ears perked up.
A blond lackey couldn’t resist cutting in, "What about the donation? Was that real too? Or just boasting?"
This guy had always disliked Lin Mo’s aloof, too-cool attitude.
Su Jiazhen shot him a glare but didn’t dare yell.
Lin Mo didn’t even spare the blond a glance, just stirred his soup lazily.
"The donation was real too."
He paused, letting their curiosity simmer, then finished—
"However, it wasn't donated under my name."
and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!
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.
uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
