Mo Xuan had not regained his memories, but unexpectedly, he stumbled upon a shocking revelation.
Originally hoping to recover his memories and anticipating a pleasant surprise, Mo Xuan now felt nothing but shock, with no trace of joy left in his heart.
If the professor could guess, then he could too. Many things suddenly became clear in his mind. For instance, the scented candles Luo Shiya and Luo Muqi had given him, and that time at the hotel after drinking red wine…
While Mo Xuan was lost in confusion, the professor was already contemplating how to draft his resignation letter. Not only did the Luo family hold shares in this hospital, but their status as one of the top financial conglomerates in the Capital…
The professor felt utterly miserable. How had he gotten caught up in such a mess?
“Are you done?” Luo Shiya pushed open the door, her face still wearing a smile, showing no signs of anything unusual. “How are you feeling, Xiao Xuan?”
Mo Xuan stared at her blankly, his emotions in turmoil. She hadn’t done anything overtly wrong, yet he couldn’t shake the discomfort in his heart.
Why had Luo Shiya and Luo Muqi gone to such lengths? They already had children. Was it really necessary to go through all this trouble just to be with him?
“What’s wrong, Xiao Xuan?” Luo Shiya remained the gentle older sister, affectionately taking his hand. “Are you feeling unwell?”
Mo Xuan looked at her. The Luo Shiya in his hazy memories was almost entirely different from the one standing before him now.
Her voice was like a siren’s, luring him into a dream—seductive, yet tinged with madness and an overwhelming possessiveness.
Though he had occasionally noticed that she and Luo Muqi sometimes acted overly possessive, Mo Xuan hadn’t paid it much mind, attributing it to their insecurity due to his memory loss.
“Why don’t you step out for a bit, Xiao Xuan,” Luo Shiya gently tugged his hand. “Your classmate is waiting outside. It’s been a while since you’ve seen each other. I’ll stay and discuss your condition with the professor.”
Mo Xuan mechanically stood up and left the office without a word. Once the door closed, Luo Shiya’s expression reverted to its usual cool composure. She glanced at the professor and said, “Don’t worry, I won’t make things difficult for you. Since I brought him here, I’ve already taken everything into account.”
The professor wanted to say something, but his throat tightened, and no words came out.
He had been in this profession for many years, but he had never heard of—let alone witnessed—such a thing. Using hypnosis and psychological manipulation to alter a man’s perception, all for the sake of keeping him by their side?
“You know what to say and what not to say, right?” Luo Shiya’s voice carried a subtle warning. “You don’t need to know anything else. If he needs further memory recovery, I’ll bring him back. But if anyone else finds out…”
“Don’t worry, Vice President Luo. I understand.”
At his level, everyone was shrewd. The consequences of crossing Luo Shiya were something he could easily imagine.
It wasn’t just about losing his job—his very life might be at stake…
Mo Xuan sat numbly on the chair outside, still reeling from the revelations. How many times had Luo Shiya and Luo Muqi done this?
The scented candles had been given to him a while ago, meaning what he had just remembered might only be the tip of the iceberg. There could be more, all buried in his forgotten memories.
Even though he understood that their intentions might have been good, and even though he had once said he could accept both the good and the bad, the impact on Mo Xuan was simply too overwhelming. He began to question how much of his feelings for them were genuine and how much… were the result of psychological manipulation.
“Mo Xuan, are you okay?”
Shangguan Meng approached, holding two cups of coffee. Seeing Mo Xuan sitting there in a daze, she called out softly. Mo Xuan snapped out of his thoughts and smiled awkwardly at her.
“I’m fine…” Mo Xuan shook his head. “Seeing you with the professor, it looks like your work is going well.”
Shangguan Meng didn’t reply. Instead, she silently handed him a cup of coffee and said gently, “Have some. You seem a bit out of it.”
Mo Xuan thanked her and took the coffee. As their fingers brushed, Shangguan Meng felt her cheeks flush.
“Actually… I saw you when I was with Huang Ya the other day,” Shangguan Meng said, sitting down a seat away from Mo Xuan. She cradled her paper cup, her gaze fixed on the floor. “You have a child?”
“Yes, I do…”
Mo Xuan nodded. He had taken his daughter out several times before, so it wasn’t surprising that Shangguan Meng had seen them.
Shangguan Meng wanted to say more, but Luo Shiya emerged from the office. She approached Mo Xuan and said softly, “Wait here for me. I’ll get some medication for you. The professor thinks it might help with your recovery.”
Mo Xuan looked up at Luo Shiya. He wanted to ask why she had done all this, but when he met her peach-blossom eyes, the words caught in his throat.
There was no pretense in her gaze—only genuine concern and love. Yet, for the first time, Mo Xuan could also see the faint traces of madness and obsession hidden beneath that love.
That was why she had been so intense during their moments of intimacy…
That was why she and Luo Muqi had become increasingly possessive, always finding ways to stay by his side whenever they could…
The love was real, but it felt suffocating. He couldn’t help but wonder if all of this had been meticulously planned by the sisters.
Mo Xuan didn’t blame them. He was just at a loss, unsure of how to face them.
“What’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell?”
Luo Shiya remained her usual self, the gentle older sister. Mo Xuan forced a smile and shook his head. “I’m fine. I’ll wait for you.”
Luo Shiya nodded, gave his hand a reassuring squeeze, and then glanced at Shangguan Meng before walking away.
Mo Xuan watched her retreating figure and sighed. His mind was a mess. The revelations had hit him too hard.
He knew Luo Shiya and Luo Muqi had sacrificed a lot for him, but he had never imagined they would go to such extremes.
“Are you okay?” Shangguan Meng asked softly. “Is that Luo family’s eldest daughter the mother of your child?”
“Yes, she is,” Mo Xuan replied with a bitter smile. “I’m fine, Shangguan. You can go back to work.”
But Shangguan Meng didn’t leave. Instead, she looked directly into Mo Xuan’s eyes for the first time.
“You love her, don’t you? So why do you seem so lost right now?”
Mo Xuan was taken aback by her question. In his memories, Shangguan Meng had never been so direct.
“It’s nothing. I’m just… not sure how to face her right now,” Mo Xuan said, lowering his gaze to the black ring on his finger. “You’ve seen my daughter. She’s cute, isn’t she?”
“Yes, she looks a lot like you,” Shangguan Meng smiled. “Is it because of… her sister? I saw you with Luo Muqi the other day…”
As if afraid Mo Xuan might misunderstand, she quickly added, “I didn’t know who she was at first. A friend mentioned they’d seen Luo Muqi before, so…”
“No, it’s fine. Actually, both children are mine, and their mothers are the two sisters…”
Hearing Mo Xuan’s explanation, Shangguan Meng wasn’t even surprised anymore.
Mo Xuan didn’t mind. He knew Shangguan Meng wasn’t one to gossip, but he still said with a wry smile, “Can you keep this to yourself? I’d rather not have others know…”
“Of course. You can trust me,” Shangguan Meng nodded. “Thank you for confiding in me.”
“We’ve been classmates for three years. I know what kind of person you are,” Mo Xuan smiled. “Actually, this whole thing was an accident…”
Mo Xuan suddenly fell silent. He wondered if even the pregnancies had been part of their plan.
Luo Shiya and Luo Muqi had gone to such lengths for him, and now he found himself slipping back into that state of uncertainty and insecurity. He wasn’t sure why he felt this way.
Even the memory of that time when the hotel staff drugged him was slowly becoming clearer. Luo Shiya and Luo Muqi, while indulging in pleasure with him, whispered words in his ear that felt like they were melting his soul.
He still firmly believed that they would never harm him, and he trusted in their almost obsessive love.
However, such a twisted and possessive love could sometimes create an inexplicable pressure, and Mo Xuan was currently in exactly that state...

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.”

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for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?

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?"