Su Hua finished her discussion and left the private room.
As she stepped out, she noticed two men dressed like students passing by, chatting as they walked.
"Li Fang, have you heard? Lin Xuan went off with some women to fool around."
"What? Really?" The other guy's eyes widened in surprise.
"Yeah, the birthday party wasn't even over yet. Lin Xuan had a few drinks, then wrapped his arms around two gorgeous women and took them upstairs to a private room. That guy really knows how to have fun, huh? Two women at once! He’s going to be drained by morning."
"But doesn’t he have Miss Su? She’s stunning and wealthy. Why would he mess around with other women?" The other guy looked puzzled.
"Who knows? Maybe he thinks the grass is greener on the other side."
Su Hua pursed her lips, her eyes icy cold.
At her signal, two bodyguards stepped forward and stopped the two men.
"Who are you?" one of the men frowned.
"Gentlemen, our lady has some questions for you."
The two men turned around and were startled to see Su Hua standing at the front of a group of bodyguards. Realizing what they had just been talking about, they immediately lowered their heads.
"M-Miss Su…" they stammered.
Su Hua approached them, her eyes narrowing dangerously. "So, you were saying Lin Xuan took two women to a private room?"
"Miss Su, I-I only heard it from someone else. I can’t guarantee it’s true," the guy who had been so talkative earlier now spoke weakly. "If it’s not true, don’t blame me."
"Investigate!" Su Hua’s voice was cold as ice.
"Yes, Miss Su."
Jiang Qing immediately made a call to have someone check Lin Xuan’s room booking records.
Wang Jianghai, the chairman of the luxurious "Drunken Dreams Club," had heard that Su Hua was there and rushed over to try and curry favor with her.
"Miss Su, why are you standing here? Is something wrong?"
Su Hua’s gaze was frigid, piercing through Wang Jianghai like a blade.
"Chairman Wang, I think your club should maintain a certain level of decorum, don’t you agree?" Su Hua said coldly.
"Y-Yes, of course," Wang Jianghai wiped the sweat from his forehead. What had his club done wrong?
He quietly pulled Jiang Qing aside. "Secretary Jiang, what’s going on? Miss Su seems to be in a bad mood."
At that moment, Jiang Qing received a call.
"Alright, I understand," she said with a heavy expression.
Jiang Qing returned to Su Hua’s side, her brows furrowed. "Miss Su, Mr. Lin did indeed book a room at the club, on the 21st floor. A cleaner also saw two women swipe their cards to enter that room."
Wang Jianghai could feel the temperature in the air drop even further.
Mr. Lin… could it be that man from the hotel who had acted like a fire extinguisher that day?
Back then, Su Hua had been on the verge of erupting, but Lin Xuan had calmed her down with just a kiss. Su Hua must truly care for him.
From what Jiang Qing was saying, Lin Xuan had booked a room at their club and was with two women…
Damn it!
What kind of mess was this? If it turned out to be true, Su Hua might take her anger out on him and the club.
"Miss Su, could this be a misunderstanding?" Wang Jianghai asked nervously.
Jiang Qing chimed in, "Miss Su, let’s investigate further to avoid any misunderstandings about Mr. Lin."
Things had finally been going so well between Mr. Lin and Miss Su. If this turned out to be a misunderstanding, and Miss Su acted impulsively, it could damage their relationship.
Su Hua’s eyes were filled with a storm of fury.
"Lin Xuan, I hope you don’t disappoint me…" Su Hua murmured softly.
"Let’s go," Su Hua said, her eyes narrowing.
"Miss Su, where are we going?" Jiang Qing asked.
"To Lin Xuan’s private room."
Su Hua’s lips tightened, her beautiful eyes darkening with every step.
If it’s true… Lin Xuan, you’ll lose your freedom.
Your body, your heart—they’ll all belong to me. Every last bit…
The two men trembled as they asked, "Miss Su, since this doesn’t concern us anymore, can we leave?"
Su Hua’s expression was impassive. "Take them with us."
The two men turned pale.
Their original plan had been to let Su Hua find out about Lin Xuan’s actions, then take the money and flee the country.
They hadn’t expected Su Hua to detain them.
If it was discovered that they were part of a scheme to frame Lin Xuan, what would Su Hua do to them?
"Click-clack—"
Su Hua’s high heels echoed as she made her way to Lin Xuan’s private room, followed by Jiang Qing, Wang Jianghai, and a group of bodyguards.
Inside the room.
Four bodyguards lay on the floor, groaning. Two of them could still stand and fight, but they were no match for Lin Xuan. They didn’t want to get beaten up again, so they stayed on the ground, pretending to be incapacitated.
Ye Li had never treated them well, so they saw no reason to risk their lives for him.
Lin Xuan stepped closer to Ye Li.
Ye Li tried to maintain his composure, refusing to show weakness in front of Lin Xuan. He couldn’t lose to this loser!
But Ye Li had no martial arts training, and he stood no chance against Lin Xuan.
Lin Xuan grabbed Ye Li by the collar.
"Ye Li, Su Hua already has a boyfriend—me! You’ve been coveting someone else’s girlfriend. Isn’t that just pathetic?"
"The fact that I’ve ignored you for the past month or two doesn’t mean I’m easy to push around!"
"You didn’t know, did you? I’ve been aware of your plans for a while. I even prepared the antidote in advance, waiting for you to take the bait. Now that you’ve walked right into my trap, Ye Li, don’t blame me for what happens next!"
Ye Li gritted his teeth.
This time, he had lost. He had underestimated Lin Xuan!
Who would have thought Lin Xuan had become so capable?
Not only was he no longer the fool he used to be, but his martial arts skills had also improved drastically. His four bodyguards hadn’t stood a chance against him!
"Lin Xuan, when did you learn martial arts? And why did you choose to be with Miss Su? Why did you stop liking Qin Ruoyao?"
If only he had stayed with Qin Ruoyao, things would have been so much better!
Lin Xuan sneered, "Why should I tell you?"
"Ye Li, today I’m going to teach you a lesson. Let you know what happens when you mess with someone else’s girlfriend!"
"Bang—"
Lin Xuan’s fist slammed into Ye Li’s nose with such force that the sound of his nose breaking was audible.
Ye Li clenched his teeth, refusing to cry out.
"Slap—"
Lin Xuan delivered a heavy slap across Ye Li’s face. "You like meddling with other people’s relationships? Let me slap some sense into you and teach you what decency means!"
"Slap! Slap! Slap—"
Lin Xuan rained down blows on Ye Li’s face, alternating between left and right.
He even added two punches to Ye Li’s eyes, turning them into black-and-blue bruises.
It had only been a month or two since Ye Li had last been beaten up by Lin Xuan. His face, which had finally healed, was now swollen, bleeding from the nose, and sporting two massive black eyes.
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?"
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.”
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
