After another day at the hot spring hotel, Mo Xuan drove Luo Shiya and Luo Muqi to their company first, then dropped the kids off at home, and turned around to head to the school.
His academic paper was finally coming to an end, and Mo Xuan went to see his advisor. Professor Yang, Mo Xuan's mentor, was a sixty-year-old gentleman who was one of the pioneers in China's early days of computer engineering.
Seeing Mo Xuan approach, Professor Yang warmly pulled him down to sit and poured him a cup of tea, saying, "Xiao Mo, good news! Rongxing has arranged an interview for you!"
Mo Xuan let out a long breath. After waiting for so long, his job situation was finally settled.
"Thank you, teacher. It's all thanks to your careful guidance all this time," Mo Xuan said respectfully. "Are you still planning to retire?"
"At my age, it's time to step down and enjoy some peace and quiet," Professor Yang waved his hand. "How's your grandmother's health…"
"Same as always," Mo Xuan said with a bitter smile. "She still complains about not getting enough sleep when she calls me these days."
Professor Yang patted Mo Xuan's shoulder, expressing his sympathy. "Don't think too much. Your grandmother has worked hard all her life, both in her family and her career. She has no regrets… By the way, Cheng Corporation has also invited you. Cheng Yuno, the eldest daughter of the Cheng family, personally contacted me and wants to meet you for a detailed discussion."
Mentioning Cheng Yuno, Professor Yang couldn't help but sigh. "She's a good girl. The Xue family really didn't know what they were doing… Oh, right, Xiao Mo, what about your brother's situation…"
"It has nothing to do with me anymore," Mo Xuan shook his head. "You know, I've severed ties with the Mo family."
Professor Yang swallowed, wanting to offer some advice but ultimately deciding not to. He understood the principle well: without experiencing someone else's suffering, one should not urge them to be kind. Mo Xuan was now an adult and clearly knew the right and wrong of his own choices.
After chatting with his mentor for a while, Mo Xuan left the office. It was already past noon, around 12:30 PM. He was about to grab some lunch and then head to the nursing home to see his grandmother when a pleasant scent of perfume wafted toward him.
"Excuse me, are you Mo Xuan?"
A stunning woman draped in a white shawl and wearing a black qipao embroidered with red peonies approached gracefully. Her phoenix eyes sized up Mo Xuan and she smiled lightly. "I'm Li Manqing, Secretary to Mr. Cheng. Our young master would like to meet you."
Mo Xuan looked at her with confusion and then asked, "Which Mr. Cheng?"
"The Cheng family of Capital. Oh, by the way, our young lady has met you before."
Cheng Yuno…
At the mention of her, Mo Xuan realized which Cheng family she was referring to. However, he wasn't particularly keen on meeting this Mr. Cheng, Cheng Wenxin, the brother of Cheng Yuno.
Back then, he had come to propose a marriage alliance with the Luo family, only to be met with a closed door, just like the previous time with Ye Ning. Such a person suddenly seeking him out made Mo Xuan wary. It was better to avoid him if possible.
"Our young master insists that you meet him," Li Manqing seemed to sense Mo Xuan's reluctance. "He wants to personally thank you for helping Miss Yuno."
"It was just a small favor; there's no need to mention it," Mo Xuan said indifferently. "I have things to do and need to leave quickly."
"Would you still consider coming?" Li Manqing persisted. "Besides, I know our young lady's personality well. You wouldn't want her to come and bother you personally, would you?"
Sighing, Mo Xuan reluctantly nodded in agreement. There was no need to make things difficult for her, just an employee. Following Li Manqing out of the school, a Rolls-Royce was parked in front of them, with only a driver inside and no one else.
The car drove to a teahouse not far from Capital University. Mo Xuan had been there a few times with Professor Yang. Not only did the old professors from Capital University like to visit, but many wealthy people also enjoyed coming here to drink tea and discuss business.
Li Manqing led Mo Xuan to a pavilion in the back courtyard. Inside the pavilion was a stone table with four stone stools. A man dressed in a gray suit, his hair neatly combed, was holding a string of Buddhist beads in his left hand and a copy of the "Diamond Sutra" in his right, murmuring something to himself.
Behind him stood two black-suited bodyguards, both burly and seemingly of the same height.
"Young master, he's here," Li Manqing said respectfully as she approached. Clearly, this man was Cheng Wenxin. Mo Xuan couldn't help but want to tease him. He had only ever heard the term "Buddha's son" in short romance stories, and now he had actually encountered one.
Cheng Wenxin was such a man, known as the "Buddha's son" in Capital, famous for his seemingly ascetic lifestyle. The problem was, if you were a "Buddha's son," why were you even considering a marriage alliance? Shouldn't you be empty of worldly desires and free of worldly attachments?
Glancing at the stone table, Mo Xuan couldn't help but be impressed. It truly lived up to his "Buddha's son" image. The table was adorned with texts like the "Lotus Sutra," "Avatamsaka Sutra," and even… the "Dao De Jing"? And there was even a copy of the "Analects"?
Wow, a trifecta of Confucianism, Buddhism, and Taoism!
Mo Xuan couldn't help but marvel internally. Lady Wang Ruofu was indeed right—some people really do worship all three deities.
Cheng Wenxin placed the Buddhist beads on the stone table and turned to instruct one of the bodyguards, "Light the sandalwood incense."
Mo Xuan couldn't help but roll his eyes. This guy was really over the top.
"So you're Mo Xuan?" Cheng Wenxin finally seemed to notice Mo Xuan, glancing at him briefly before returning his gaze to the Buddhist sutra in his hand. "Leave Capital."
Mo Xuan: ?????????
I stopped a slap for your sister, and now I have to leave Capital? Am I crazy, or are you?
"Manqing, show him the photo."
At Cheng Wenxin's command, Li Manqing took out her phone and showed Mo Xuan a photo. It was a picture from the cafeteria, where Mo Xuan was seen kissing Luo Muqi.
"I appreciate you helping my sister, but the woman I want doesn't like to be coveted. So leave. I know your background, and even if the Mo family wanted to intervene, I wouldn't care. Besides, they won't bother with you. Here's five million, leave Luo Muqi, leave Capital. If necessary, I can send you abroad and never return."
"Um, Mr. Cheng, do you have a problem with your Chinese?" Mo Xuan sighed helplessly. "Coveting and possessing are two different things."
Cheng Wenxin finally looked at Mo Xuan, though it seemed he didn't care much. His tone remained calm and indifferent. "She's just playing with you. You don't really think she's serious about you, do you?"
Thinking of yesterday, when Luo Muqi had sneaked away from her sister Luo Shiya, who was busy with work, to drag him into the courtyard and kiss him for half a day, Mo Xuan subconsciously nodded. "I think it's safe to say so…"
It was almost as if she was going to devour him, and the way these two sisters looked at him was becoming increasingly unsettling. It wasn't just about sincerity; he felt their feelings for him were… deeply abnormal.
"Hmph…" Cheng Wenxin put the sutra down on the stone table and couldn't help but laugh. "Five million is already generous of me. I don't like violence. The Buddha says…"
"Let's not 'Buddha' right now, Mr. Cheng," Mo Xuan couldn't bear to listen to his sermon. "We've never met before, and the most I've done is stop a slap for your sister. I'm not looking for any great gratitude, nor do I expect your thanks."
"But you're coming at me with this high-handed attitude, demanding I leave Capital. Isn't that called… repaying kindness with enmity?"
Cheng Wenxin didn't answer. Instead, he picked up his teacup, took a sip, and then picked up the Buddhist beads before speaking. "That's why I'm giving you five million as a thank you. Otherwise, I would have just had you leave Capital."
Mo Xuan couldn't help but laugh. Was this the rumored "Buddha's son"? This was clearly the archetypal domineering president!
"What if I don't agree?"
Cheng Wenxin seemed to find this amusing, his face lighting up with a smile. "I don't mind breaking my vows."
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.”
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?"
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
ap a wealthy young lady? Or else I'll be eliminated by the system? Ye Feng, who awakened the Kidnapper System, originally wanted to live a peaceful life but never imagined he would become a kidnapper of young women. However, after some time, he discovered that all the girls the system ordered him to kidnap were far from ordinary. "Big brother Ye Feng~ You've kidnapped my heart, and now you're not allowed to leave me ever again~" "Ye Feng~ You kidnapped me back then, now it's my turn to capture you♡" "Little Feng, you're mine! You can only be mine!" "Ye Feng, none of them deserve you. Only I love you the most♡" ... This is madness, they've all gone mad! Wait, what? Why are all the girls I kidnapped yanderes?!
