Lin Xuan scrolled past several more videos.
Finally, there were no more beauties, but a video about the animal world instead.
Lin Xuan breathed a sigh of relief and said,
"Hua, this video is pretty good. Look, this newborn lion cub is so cute. And look at those majestic eyes; you can tell at a glance it's going to be a Lion King someday."
"Is that so?" Su Hua raised an eyebrow and said, "But I think the first video was better. Dancing in a black crop top and shorts... so pretty, don't you think?"
Lin Xuan: "..."
It's over.
It's really over now.
Hua really saw that video...
"Hua," Lin Xuan said nervously, "Listen to my explanation. I didn't watch that video on purpose. A friend shared it with me, so I clicked on it. As for the videos after that, Tiger Sound pushed them to me. I really didn't want to watch them."
He truly didn't like those videos and never watched them on his own.
In his eyes, Hua was the most beautiful. Her figure, her face—every part of her was flawless.
He had no interest in other women's bodies.
However, even though that was what he thought in his heart, he couldn't stop Hua from misunderstanding.
Su Hua pursed her lips and said, "Give me the phone."
"Okay."
Lin Xuan obediently handed the phone to Su Hua.
Su Hua opened the Tiger Sound app on Lin Xuan's phone, went to the chat history with Luo Yuan, and unerringly found that specific video.
Just then.
Luo Yuan called.
Su Hua looked at the contact name and narrowed her eyes dangerously.
Luo Yuan.
Wasn't this the person sending her Lin Xuan those suggestive videos of beautiful women?
"Achoo."
"Achoo."
"Achoo!"
At Shangqing University, Luo Yuan sneezed three times in a row.
Wang Dahe clicked his tongue and said, "Luo Yuan, you're done for. President Su must be cursing you behind your back for sending those videos to Xuan."
Luo Yuan glared at Wang Dahe. "I just caught a bit of a chill, that's why I'm sneezing. Wang Dahe, don't curse me!"
"Fine, fine, I won't say anything."
Wang Dahe shook his head.
*Why be so cowardly now? You should have thought of that earlier.*
To be a friend of President Su's man, one must have sharp intuition.
Indeed, relying on his own sharp intuition, President Su had rewarded him with quite a few things.
Hearing the ringtone, Lin Xuan's vigilance instantly spiked.
It wouldn't be Chen Ling or some other woman calling him, would it?
Please, no.
That would be adding fuel to the fire.
Lin Xuan secretly peeked at the screen and saw the contact was Luo Yuan.
He breathed a sigh of relief.
Thank goodness, it wasn't a woman calling him.
"Hua, Luo Yuan might need me for something. Can I go answer the phone?" Lin Xuan asked weakly.
The atmosphere in the office was too oppressive.
He wanted to use this call as an excuse to go outside and get some fresh air.
Su Hua glanced at Lin Xuan.
Lin Xuan didn't dare insist. He spoke up weakly again, "I guess Luo Yuan probably isn't calling about anything serious anyway. It's fine if I don't answer. Hua, just hang up on him."
Su Hua didn't speak.
Her slender, fair fingers slid across the phone screen.
She didn't hang up on Luo Yuan; instead, her finger slid to the answer button.
As soon as it connected.
Luo Yuan spoke impatiently, "Lin Xuan, you finally answered my call. Listen, I have something super, super urgent I need you to do right now."
Su Hua remained silent. Luo Yuan didn't know the person on the other end was Su Hua, not Lin Xuan.
"Lin Xuan, go to your Tiger Sound DMs right now and delete that video of my goddess dancing that I just sent you. Also, delete the message I sent with it."
Lin Xuan could faintly hear Luo Yuan's voice coming from the phone.
He cautiously glanced at the woman whose face was clouded with gloom.
Did this count as Luo Yuan walking right into a trap?
Through the phone, Luo Yuan continued, "Lin Xuan, delete all of that so President Su won't see it. It's safer to delete it."
After saying all this in one breath, Luo Yuan finally noticed that there hadn't been a single sound from the other end since the call connected.
Luo Yuan couldn't help but ask, "Hello? Lin Xuan, are you there? Did you hear what I just said?"
That long speech had made his mouth dry.
Luo Yuan picked up the mineral water on the table and took a big gulp.
Only then did Su Hua speak up. "No need to delete it. I've already seen it."
"Pfft—"
Hearing Su Hua's voice, Luo Yuan couldn't help but spray out the water he had just taken into his mouth.
"Pre-President Su... why is it you?"
Two words popped into Luo Yuan's mind.
*It's over.*
President Su definitely knew.
"Cough, cough, cough."
Wang Dahe also choked on his own saliva.
President Su?
President Su really saw it?
He was just saying that casually earlier; who would have thought it would actually be such a coincidence...
Su Hua didn't say anything else; she simply hung up the phone.
*Clatter—*
The phone slipped from Luo Yuan's hand again.
"Wang Dahe, what should I do? President Su really saw it."
If he had known... he wouldn't have made this call to Lin Xuan.
With this call, even if President Su hadn't known before, she certainly knew now.
"Wang Dahe, you've been Lin Xuan's good brother for years and you've seen President Su several times. You should understand her pretty well. Hurry up and help me think of a way to save my little life." Luo Yuan's face was pale, looking utterly hopeless.
Wang Dahe patted his good brother on the shoulder. "President Su will definitely remember this incident. I don't have a solution, but don't worry. You're Xuan's good brother and an employee in Xuan's company. Out of respect for Xuan, President Su won't actually take your life. As for you... well, at most, you'll just lose a layer of skin."
Luo Yuan was truly unlucky.
This was President Su's working hours; she shouldn't have been by Xuan's side.
But as it happened, she was right there with Xuan.
*Thud—*
Luo Yuan slumped onto the table.
"I'm done for, I'm done for, I'm really done for. Offending President Su is no joke," Luo Yuan muttered to himself.
Wang Dahe shook his head, ignored Luo Yuan, and went back to reading his book.
At the Su Group, within the CEO's office.
The atmosphere was still incredibly oppressive.
Jiang Qing knocked and entered, bringing two cups of tea for Su Hua and Lin Xuan.
She frowned in confusion.
*What's going on?*
*Young Master Lin came to the company to keep President Su company; shouldn't she be happy?*
*Why does President Su look like she wants to kill someone...*
*And Young Master Lin looks like he's done something wrong.*
*Also, isn't that Young Master Lin's phone?*
*What is President Su staring at on his phone?*
Suddenly, music started playing from Lin Xuan's phone.
This music... didn't sound like anything decent.
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.”
ine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】 【You rely on each other, becoming each other's support】 【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl's eyes fades】 …… 【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】 【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】 【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】 【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】 …… One simulation after another, one encounter after another. Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: "Wait, you said you're coming to the real world to find me?"
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?"
