"Quit fangirling for a second. Do you guys actually think this miracle drug can be developed?" one student asked uneasily.
Many internationally renowned pharmaceutical companies and universities were researching a cure for cancer, but it wasn't something that could be produced just because someone said so.
"I wouldn't dare guarantee it," shook her head a girl who had a secret crush on Lin Xuan.
Although she believed her idol was capable of anything, a cure for cancer... she really couldn't say with one hundred percent certainty that it could be done.
"I don't think we need to stress about it," another student chimed in. "Take a gamble—it's villas and the high life if we win. It'll look amazing on our resumes. If we don't succeed, we've only wasted a bit of time."
"True enough."
After leaving the classroom, Lin Xuan checked the time. Five o'clock.
Hua had just gotten off work.
The distance from Shangqing University to the Night Garden was about the same as the distance from the Su Group to the Night Garden.
If he headed back now, the timing would be perfect.
Lin Xuan drove back to the Night Garden.
As he got out of the car, Su Hua was just arriving from the office as well.
"Ah Xuan." Su Hua walked up to Lin Xuan and took his arm. "What a coincidence."
She subtly observed the expression on his face.
Seeing that her Ah Xuan hadn't been affected by the massive wave of slander and abuse online, Su Hua breathed a small sigh of relief.
"Hua, Chen Mo being expelled, the president of Yundu University being fired and investigated for corruption and bribery—you did all that, didn't you?" Lin Xuan asked.
"Yes, I did." A cold glint flashed in Su Hua's eyes. "Since they dared to target my man, they deserve to pay the price."
Lin Xuan felt warm and fuzzy inside.
He had guessed correctly; it really was Hua's doing. The feeling of being protected by his girlfriend was actually quite nice.
It seemed that... living off a woman wasn't such a bad thing after all.
If he didn't have his dimensional space, he probably would have already settled into a life of spending his girlfriend's money and idling away his days.
However, he also wanted to be Hua's support.
"Ah Xuan, do you think my methods of dealing with them were too vicious?" Su Hua felt a little uneasy.
"Of course not," Lin Xuan said, shaking his head. "They brought their current fate upon themselves. They can't blame anyone else."
Even if Hua committed arson or murder, he wouldn't find a single thing wrong with it.
Getting them fired and sent to prison was actually a very mild approach.
"Good." Su Hua's eyes curved into a smile.
It was wonderful that Ah Xuan didn't blame her for being too ruthless.
In some aspects, she and Ah Xuan were surprisingly compatible—for instance, in their ruthlessness...
"Hua, it's getting late. Let's go eat," Lin Xuan said.
"Okay." Su Hua's beautiful eyes crinkled with delight. "Whatever Ah Xuan says."
The two of them walked into the dining room together.
"Miss, Young Master Lin," the servants who were waiting in the dining room greeted them respectfully.
"Mm." Lin Xuan nodded slightly as they sat down at the dining table.
The servants brought out the food.
Lin Xuan suddenly spotted a familiar figure among the servants and frowned.
"You, wait a moment."
Lin Xuan pointed his finger at one of the servants.
The servant turned around. Keeping her head lowered, she asked respectfully, "Young Master Lin, do you have any instructions?"
This servant was the woman Butler Wang liked.
She was also the person Butler Wang had mentioned to Lin Xuan several times, hoping to bring her into the Night Garden to work.
Before she arrived, Butler Wang had reminded her that there were two masters in this house. She was to call the female master "Miss."
As for the male master, calling him "Young Master Lin" would suffice.
Butler Wang had also warned her that she could offend anyone, but she absolutely must not offend Young Master Lin.
In this household, Young Master Lin held the highest status.
She had heard of Su Hua's reputation. Rumor had it that she was a "living Yama" in the business world who had no interest in men.
However, after deciding to work at the Night Garden, Butler Wang told her the truth. Only then did she learn that President Su actually had a boyfriend for a long time and that the two were very much in love.
She wondered who this Young Master Lin was to have such charisma that the famous President of the Su Group would fall for him and stay devoted for two years.
Young Master Lin... She couldn't help but think of Lin Xuan.
She wondered how the Eldest Young Master was doing now. She had heard the Lin family discussing him, claiming that the Eldest Young Master was being kept as a "sugar baby."
The Eldest Young Master couldn't possibly be that kind of person.
Even if the Eldest Young Master had a woman, it would be a normal relationship.
She didn't know what his girlfriend was like, but since the Eldest Young Master was so outstanding, the girlfriend he chose surely wouldn't be bad either.
"Raise your head," Lin Xuan ordered.
Su Hua frowned.
She suddenly remembered the novel about a male lead and a female secretary that Jiang Qing had sent her. In it, a villain had said this exact phrase to a hotel waitress because he was interested in her.
At this thought, Su Hua's expression darkened, and she shot a chilling glare at the servant.
The servant rubbed her arms; why had it suddenly turned so cold?
When Su Hua saw that the woman appeared to be in her forties or fifties, the cold hostility radiating from her vanished completely.
It seemed she had overthought things.
This servant was quite old; Ah Xuan wouldn't fall for her.
Su Hua looked away, and the bone-chilling coldness that had been directed at the woman disappeared. The servant let out a sigh of relief.
"Ah Xuan, why are you asking her to do that?" Su Hua asked curiously.
Lin Xuan replied, "Her silhouette looks very much like someone I know. I want to make sure."
After speaking, Lin Xuan's gaze fell back onto the servant.
"Raise your head," Lin Xuan said again.
"Yes, Young Master Lin."
The servant lifted her head.
Lin Xuan and the woman locked eyes. Upon seeing each other's faces, they were both stunned.
Butler Wang walked in just then and saw the servant standing nervously in front of Lin Xuan.
He assumed the servant had caused trouble and said anxiously, "Young Master Lin, did she do something wrong? I apologize to you on her behalf. If she offended you in any way, it is my failure as the butler for not arranging things properly. If you must punish someone, please punish me."
Lin Xuan didn't hear a word Butler Wang was saying. He spoke in astonishment, "Nanny Zhao?"
Nanny Zhao was equally shocked. "Eldest Young Master."
She looked at Lin Xuan, then at Su Hua.
Her eyes were filled with disbelief.
She never expected that the famous President Su's boyfriend would turn out to be their Eldest Young Master.
Butler Wang was a bit confused.
What was going on?
Did they know each other?
Butler Wang suddenly remembered that Nanny Zhao used to work as a servant for the Lin family.
It seemed that Nanny Zhao had been working there while Young Master Lin was still living with the Lin family.
The reason he hadn't asked Young Master Lin if he knew Lanzhi was mainly because there were so many servants; he had assumed Young Master Lin wouldn't have noticed Lanzhi.
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.
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.”
and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!
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?"
