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."
reezy rom-com) Good news: Jiang Liu is quite the ladies' man. Bad news: He’s lost his memory. Lying in a hospital bed, Jiang Liu listens to a parade of goddesses spouting "absurd claims," feeling like the world is one giant game of Werewolf. "Jiang Liu, I’m your first love." "Jiang Liu, you’re my boyfriend—she’s your ex." "Jiang Liu, we’re close friends who’ve shared a bed, remember?" "Jiang Liu, I want to have your baby." The now-lucid Jiang Liu is convinced this must be some elaborate scam... until someone drops the bombshell: "The day before you lost your memory, you confessed your feelings—and got into a relationship." Jiang Liu is utterly baffled. So... who the hell is his actual girlfriend?! ... Before recovering his memories, Jiang Liu must navigate this minefield of lies and sincerity, fighting to protect himself from these women’s schemes. But things spiral even further out of control as more people show up at his doorstep—each with increasingly unhinged antics. On the bright side, the memories he lost due to overwhelming trauma seem to be resurfacing. Great news, right? So why are they all panicking now?
ine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】 【You rely on each other, becoming each other's support】 【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl's eyes fades】 …… 【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】 【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】 【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】 【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】 …… One simulation after another, one encounter after another. Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: "Wait, you said you're coming to the real world to find me?"
+【Epic Battles!】 "Your Highness, they say Linxi Temple is miraculous. Won’t you make a wish?" "A wish? It should be making wishes to me." "That may be so, but since you’re already here..." "..." "Fine. Then grant this princess a consort to play with." "He must be obedient, devoted, and utterly infatuated with my body—so much so that he’d kneel and kiss my feet." "Your Highness, that’s not a consort. That’s a dog." "Then add clever, witty, heroic, ambitious yet pragmatic..." "Hmm, that’s enough for now. I’ll add more later." After tossing out these words half in jest, Princess Anle departed the temple—only to catch a fleeting glimpse of the Bodhisattva statue smiling at her. Meanwhile, Yang An, fresh out of university, was having a very bad day. Good news: He’d transmigrated into another world with a cheat granting tenfold combat power. Bad news: He’d immediately fallen into the clutches of a certain villainess. Good news: Said villainess possessed peerless beauty and royal status. Bad news: She was absolutely monstrous!!! In the frozen wilderness, Yang An knelt beneath Qin Guo’er’s feet, drenched in sweat despite the cold. Desperately clutching her porcelain-perfect foot—the very one poised to crush his throat—he could only think: How do I survive this?! Need answers NOW!
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
