The night highway stretched dark and endless as the Rolls-Royce Cullinan sped forward.
Su Yang turned on some music, savoring this moment of solitude. The premium Bespoke audio system of the Rolls-Royce delivered a theater-like experience, immersing him completely.
With a cigarette between his lips and one hand on the steering wheel, Su Yang heard his WeChat ring. He glanced at the screen and answered. Pan Ning's voice came through.
"Are you coming back tonight?"
"Yeah, why? Miss me already?" Su Yang grinned.
"Mhm, I do~"
"Oh? Is Qianyu not around? You’re being unusually direct."
Pan Ning replied calmly, "She’s not here. I actually called to let you know I had to go back home for some family matters. Qianyu left too after I did. I didn’t have time to tell you earlier."
"Went home? When did you leave?"
"This afternoon. Something came up at home, so I had to go back."
Su Yang nodded. "Oh, anything serious? Need my help?"
"No, just an important guest visiting. My dad wanted me there. Nothing major~"
Su Yang thought for a moment. "Alright then. I was actually looking forward to catching up with you tonight~"
Pan Ning rolled her eyes on the other end. "All you ever think about is chatting. By the way, the piano I bought for you has arrived. Some of the other packages have been signed for, but the rest are waiting for you to pick up."
Su Yang chuckled. "Got it..." Before he could say more, Pan Ning cut in. "Alright, I gotta go. My dad’s calling. Bye."
"Sure~"
After hanging up, Su Yang muttered to himself, "An important guest? Probably some relative. Whatever, I’ll ask later."
Switching to a rap track, he accelerated, vanishing down the highway.
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At 9:45 PM, Su Yang drove through the Haicheng toll gate and soon entered the bustling city center.
"Where should I stay tonight?"
"The villa feels too empty, and I’m not used to it yet. Might as well go to Senhai. I can switch cars there..."
Just as he was thinking, the roaring engine of a Ferrari 488 Pista erupted from behind him.
Su Yang glanced at the left rearview mirror, spotting the bright red sports car rapidly approaching.
He smirked. "That 488’s exhaust is insane—almost as loud as a Lambo."
As the Ferrari closed in, Su Yang took another look and paused. "Huh? That license plate looks familiar."
"Wait… Xia Li!!"
"That’s her car! No wonder it seemed familiar~"
Vroom!!
Before he could react, the 488 zoomed past him on the left.
Su Yang grinned. "Oh, you’re not getting away that easily!" He floored the accelerator, chasing after the Ferrari.
Luckily, the city traffic kept speeds in check. On the open highway, he’d have had no chance—not that he even knew why he was chasing her.
After tailing her for two blocks, Su Yang watched as the 488 turned right into an open parking lot outside an office building.
"Seriously? Coming to an office building this late?"
"Working overtime? Damn, that’s dedication."
Then it hit him. He looked up at the building’s location.
"Wait… isn’t this where Xingling Media—the company the system gave me—is based?"
"What’s Xia Li doing here?"
Pulling into the parking lot, the gate automatically lifted. He eased the Cullinan inside, where Xia Li had already stepped out of her Ferrari.
But instead of heading toward the building, she stopped and turned to face him.
Su Yang drove up beside her and rolled down the window.
"Long time no see, Xia Li~" He flashed a bright smile.
"Su… Su Yang?" Xia Li stared in disbelief.
Leaning on the window, Su Yang waved. "Hello there."
"You… President Su? Is that really you?"
"Huh?" Su Yang frowned. "Why ‘President Su’ all of a sudden?"
Xia Li exhaled and smiled faintly. "How about you park first? I’ll explain."
"Sure." He pulled into a spot and got out, walking over to her.
Xia Li tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and approached. "I was wondering who’d been following me all night~"
"Just to clarify, I wasn’t stalking you. You just overtook me, and my instincts kicked in."
Xia Li gave him a sultry smile. "No worries. I just didn’t expect it to be you."
Tonight, she wore a sleek black deep-V bodycon dress, her chestnut waves cascading over her shoulders. Her makeup was flawless as always, and she carried a silver-gray Hermès bag, paired with black stilettos.
The dress hugged her curves perfectly, and under the dim evening lights, she looked irresistibly alluring.
Before Su Yang could speak, she continued, "Do you know you’re my boss now?"
Su Yang blinked. "What? I’m your boss?" He glanced up at the building. "Wait… are you with Xingling Media?"
"Exactly. I’m the general manager. The previous owner wasn’t you, but now it’s under your name."
"Though you’ve never shown up since taking over, so I figured you didn’t know I was here."
Su Yang chuckled. "I thought you ran your own company before?"
"I did. Then your predecessor—the old owner—acquired it. I stayed on as GM."
"But soon after, he transferred ownership. That’s when I found out it went to you."
Su Yang nodded. "So we’re colleagues now?"
"Yep~" Xia Li smiled.
Su Yang gave her another once-over. "Seems fate’s playing games. But why are you at the office so late?"
"I’m still working. Had to step out earlier, but there’s more to finish."
"That busy?"
"Not everyone gets to coast like you, Mr. President. Being GM sounds fancy, but I handle a lot myself."
Su Yang grinned. "Well, appreciate the hard work."
"Just doing my job." Xia Li tilted her head. "Want to come up and see the place? You haven’t visited since taking over, right?"
Su Yang shook his head and said, "I really haven't been here before. Let’s go up and take a look—just to get familiar with the place."
"Alright, let’s go then, Mr. Su."

pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"

iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.

transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”

rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!