While working at her office, Luo Shiya's phone suddenly buzzed with a message. She glanced at it, her brows furrowing slightly.
She promptly pressed the intercom, and soon the door opened. A woman in her thirties walked in, tall and graceful like a poplar tree, wearing a black women's suit with a practical short haircut and a dignified expression.
"Sister Hui, Qin Ni has been asking about us at the nursing home, though she doesn't know it's me and Mu Qi," Luo Shiya said calmly. "Seems she's been bothering Grandma again. Give her something to keep her occupied."
"Understood, young miss." Sister Hui nodded. "Should I have my sister pay her a visit with a warning?"
"No need. We're not confronting those three families yet because they still have their uses," Luo Shiya smiled, though her smile carried a hint of ruthlessness. "About Grandma..."
"Young miss, we did everything we could back then," Sister Hui sighed. "If it weren't for you and the second young miss spending money on specialists, Madam Mo probably wouldn't have made it..."
"She's Little Xuan's only relative left..." Luo Shiya's expression turned somewhat melancholic. "I just want him to be happy... Never mind, go handle it, Sister Hui. Find a way to pass the message to the Mo Family. I don't care about their other assets - I can give Little Xuan more than that - but they must pay for the shares. Figure out a way to force them to buy out Grandma's shares at the proper price!"
At the nursing home, Qin Ni felt her head spinning. Ordering luxury hotel takeout for everyone in the nursing home, with red envelopes worth 2,000 each.
Thinking about Mo Xuan's Knights of the Round Table worth over 4 million, Qin Ni gritted her teeth. Had Mo Xuan been kept by some rich woman?
She couldn't find out who it was. That day, it was Luo Shiya and Luo Muqi's assistants who handled everything. Moreover, Grandma had been taken out by Mo Xuan to reunite with the sisters and their daughter group. Only the director and a few executives at the nursing home knew about it, and they certainly wouldn't tell Qin Ni.
"This ungrateful son, no wonder he hasn't had any contact with the family for so long!"
Qin Ni gnashed her teeth, but then she thought about Mo Xuan's looks - no one in either the Mo or Qin families could compare to him.
"Mom..."
Jiang Sifeng called out softly, but Qin Ni glared at him and whispered: "Have you forgotten what I told you?"
Jiang Sifeng quickly corrected himself: "Godmother, why don't you go tell your husband? If Mo Xuan is really being kept by someone, it'll bring shame to our family if word gets out..."
Qin Ni didn't answer, instead pulling him toward the exit. Stopping at the nursing home's main entrance, she whispered: "I need to find out exactly who this unfilial son is involved with. Whether young or old, someone who can spend so lavishly must be from no small family..."
She was afraid - afraid that Mo Xuan had connected with someone from one of the Capital's upper-class families.
With a guilty conscience, Qin Ni knew deep down that the whole family had wronged their younger son, treating him differently from Mo Jinpeng. The worst was Su Yanran's marriage arrangement - it had been set up by Grandma and the Su Family's matriarch, but everyone in their family knew Mo Jinpeng deliberately stole Su Yanran just to spite Mo Xuan.
Not only did they not intervene, but Mo Changshan and Qin Ni even helped Mo Jinpeng. In their view, Mo Jinpeng was more suitable for the marriage alliance with Su Yanran, since the future family business would be inherited by the eldest son, and the Su Family was of equal standing with the Mo Family, with Su Yanran being the Su Family's precious daughter.
The more excessive her past actions had been, the more panicked Qin Ni felt now. Someone who could be so generous to Mo Xuan must really care for him. They couldn't afford to offend any of the Capital's upper-class families. Even if it wasn't necessarily someone from those families, even if it was someone of similar status to their own families, Mo Xuan's earlier look suggested he was deliberately trying to upset her by mentioning Jiang Sifeng being her biological son.
Clearly, her younger son knew something!
"This unfilial son..." Qin Ni gritted her teeth. "If he really has hooked up with some wealthy family's woman, the truth about Sifeng might not stay hidden..."
When Mo Xuan returned to the hospital room, Grandma looked at him with concern and asked: "Little Xuan, did that foolish mother of yours give you any trouble?"
"It's fine, Grandma. She's not my mother anymore." Mo Xuan took an apple from the bag and started peeling it. "Don't worry about it. If they want those shares, they can have them."
"Child, those belong to you!" Grandma said angrily. "The Mo Family is practically finished in your father and Mo Jinpeng's hands. While I still have the strength, I want to get this money out for you quickly. Whether things work out with the Luo family's daughter or not, this money will be enough for you."
Mo Xuan wasn't pretending to be noble. Based on his understanding of the Mo Family, they thought anything spent on Mo Jinpeng was justified, but spending even a little on him felt painful to them. For the 10% shares, they would need to pay around 600 million at market price.
What about their promise to give him 5% later, plus 3% of Qin's Jewelry? His lightning-struck birth parents had written him plenty of such empty checks - had any ever materialized?
"Grandma, let me ask you something," Mo Xuan cut the apple into pieces and placed them on a plate. "If I take revenge on my parents and grandfather, would you hate me?"
Grandma didn't answer, nor did she take the apple Mo Xuan offered. After a while, the old lady sighed and said with a hint of resignation: "I know you hate them. After I'm gone, I won't care how you deal with them."
Mo Xuan had expected this response from Grandma. After all, it was her husband of half a lifetime, whom she had once truly loved, and her son whom she had raised herself.
Now her grandson wanted to fight against her husband, son, and the whole family. No matter how much she hated them, Grandma still didn't want to see this happen.
"Your father wasn't always like this. It was all because of that woman..." Grandma looked out the window, her eyes full of regret. "It's my fault. If I had discovered it earlier, your father wouldn't have become like this."
"Was it Mrs. Qin?"
Hearing Mo Xuan's question, Grandma shook her head and said: "No, it was his first love, a dancer named Li Yuzhen... Never mind, let's not talk about it. Little Xuan, you should go now. I want to rest for a while."
Mo Xuan didn't say anything more, just reminded Grandma to rest well, then transferred another 10,000 to Aunt Zhang. Although Aunt Zhang kept refusing, Mo Xuan insisted on giving her the money.
"Little Xuan..."
Aunt Zhang pulled Mo Xuan out of the hospital room, then lowered her voice and said: "The old lady has been sleeping more and more lately, and her spirit is getting weaker. You should prepare yourself mentally..."
"I know, Aunt Zhang..." Mo Xuan nodded. He knew that these two years of Grandma's life had been bought with the several million that Luo Shiya and Luo Muqi had spent on specialists. He visited the nursing home almost every other day, making time to see Grandma even when he was extremely busy.
In these two years, except for this recent bonus, he had spent all his income on Grandma. When Grandma was diagnosed with a brain tumor, she wouldn't have survived if they hadn't brought in specialists. But the specialists had also said that even after removing the tumor, given Grandma's age and the delayed treatment, there had already been damage to her neural system.
Standing at the doorway of the hospital room, looking at his sleeping Grandma, Mo Xuan's eyes were filled with resentment, sorrow, and anger.
If the Mo Family hadn't stood by and done nothing back then, Grandma wouldn't be in this condition 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.

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?"

young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."

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.”