Chen Mo's gaze was firmly locked onto Lin Jingyue.
"Yueyue, can't you give me one more chance? I promise I'll never do anything like that to deal with Lin Xuan again."
He held up two fingers in a solemn vow. "As long as you're willing to give me a chance, Yueyue, I won't do anything you dislike. I swear, if I ever..."
Before Chen Mo could finish, Lin Jingyue cut him off.
"There's no need to swear," Lin Jingyue said coldly. "Because I'm not interested in you."
"Yueyue—"
Chen Mo tried to grab Lin Jingyue's hand. "Don't you know? I've always liked you. I'm the hunk of the department; so many women like me, but I haven't spared them a single glance. Yueyue, my heart only holds you."
"You can't be this cruel to me."
The moment Chen Mo touched Lin Jingyue's hand, she shook him off.
Smack!
A heavy slap landed squarely on Chen Mo's face.
Chen Mo's head snapped to the side from the force of the blow, and a trickle of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.
The stinging pain on his face filled his eyes with malevolence.
How dare this woman, Lin Jingyue, hit him?
"Chen Mo." Impatience showed on Lin Jingyue's face. "I could never like you. Even if every other man in the world died, I still wouldn't be with you. Just give up."
"And please, stop pestering me."
With that, Lin Jingyue turned and walked away.
Some students from Shangqing University happened to be passing by.
They frowned at the scene.
"Isn't that Chen Mo? That traitor... how does he still have the nerve to show his face at Shangqing University?"
"Exactly. If I were Chen Mo, I'd stay far away from here. I wouldn't have the shame to come back."
"Lin Jingyue!"
"That's Lin Jingyue!"
A student noticed Lin Jingyue walking toward the school gate. He pointed at her with a look of realization.
"Yesterday, Chen Mo was saying something to Lin Jingyue about liking her. He claimed he slandered and smeared Lin Xuan all for her sake. Don't get me started; that speech was disgusting. It gave me goosebumps."
"I bet he came to find Lin Jingyue again today. He really has no shame. Lin Jingyue has already clearly rejected him, yet he keeps pestering her."
A few guys who had a secret crush on Lin Jingyue rolled up their sleeves.
This Chen Mo dared to keep harassing their goddess? He was asking for a death wish!
They stared at Chen Mo, their voices chilling.
"Brothers, we're off-campus. As long as we don't go overboard, the school won't interfere!"
The group of boys walked up to Chen Mo.
They were from the physical education department, tall and burly.
Standing before them, an inexplicable fear rose in Chen Mo's heart.
"What do you want to do?" Chen Mo's voice trembled slightly.
Among the boys, some cracked their knuckles while others rolled up their sleeves.
"What do we want to do?" One of them sneered. "Isn't it obvious?"
They advanced step by step.
Chen Mo retreated step by step.
There happened to be a rock behind Chen Mo. As he backed away, his foot clipped it.
Thump!
Chen Mo fell onto his backside.
"Hahahaha!"
A wave of mocking laughter erupted from the surroundings.
The sports students looked at him with disdain. "What a coward. Boring."
"Come on, guys, let's go to class."
They didn't bother with Chen Mo anymore.
They had only intended to scare him a little, anyway.
Being off-campus meant school rules didn't apply, but if they actually beat Chen Mo up, they'd have to pay his medical bills and would get a criminal record.
They weren't stupid enough to do that.
The sports students left, and the other students who had been watching the drama followed them into the school.
Chen Mo pushed himself up from the ground.
His gaze was dark and gloomy.
"Lin Jingyue, you brought this on yourself. Don't blame me."
Who asked her to be so heartless?
He had clearly targeted Lin Xuan for her sake. It was because of her that he had been expelled from school, fired from his company, and had his reputation ruined.
And her? She stood high and mighty, accusing him of having bad character.
His sincere heart had been thrown to the ground and trampled on by Lin Jingyue!
"Lin Jingyue, you think you're so high and mighty?"
"Fine. Then I'll drag you down into the mud to rot with me."
"Hahahaha!"
A grotesque smile appeared on Chen Mo's face.
When the time came, and Lin Jingyue was being reviled by everyone and the Lin family went bankrupt, wouldn't getting together with her be the easiest thing in the world?
Limping, Chen Mo left the entrance of Shangqing University.
In the blink of an eye, the weekend arrived.
Lin Xuan had contacted Jiang Yutong in advance. The Jiang family knew Lin Xuan would be coming to the Jiang residence early to treat Grandpa Jiang.
The whole family was waiting in the living room bright and early.
Jiang Manting frowned and asked, "Tongtong, aren't you going to the office?"
Jiang Yutong shook her head. "Little Xuan is coming to our house today. I have to be here. How could the company be more important than Little Xuan?"
If the price of Little Xuan coming back was her company going bankrupt, she would choose Little Xuan's return without a second thought.
"Sis, you're a workaholic yourself, yet you didn't go to the office today either, did you?" Jiang Yutong said with a raised eyebrow.
"It's the weekend. The employees are off. There's nothing for me to do at the office," Jiang Manting replied.
Jiang Yutong muttered, "Stubborn."
In the past, her sister was a total workaholic devoted entirely to the company, often going a whole month without taking a single day off.
She was certain that her sister was staying home solely because Little Xuan was coming over.
"Ahem."
Jiang Manting coughed lightly. "Tongtong, some things are better left unsaid."
The Jiang family had been waiting for Lin Xuan since 8:30 AM.
Jiang Yutong kept yawning, feeling drowsy.
Finally, at 11:00 AM, a servant came in to report, "Master, Eldest Miss, Second Miss, Young Master Lin is here."
"Great!" Jiang Yutong exclaimed excitedly. "Little Xuan is finally here."
She hurried toward the entrance.
Jiang Manting remained seated on the living room sofa with an air of composure, though her eyes kept darting toward the door.
Grandpa Jiang also walked toward the door, leaning on his cane.
Two figures appeared.
Upon seeing the person following Lin Xuan, Grandpa Jiang's face stiffened.
Why did this meddlesome Old Man Su come along?
"Old Man Jiang." Old Master Su greeted Grandpa Jiang with a beaming smile. "Long time no see. Look at you, your complexion is getting better and better."
Grandpa Jiang glared at Old Master Su.
If Little Xuan hadn't been there, he would definitely have kicked this Old Man Su out.
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.”
nto another world, I bought a slave for the first time, never expecting the silver wolf girl to be so cute... Lin Feng: I know it's cold, but you don't have to sneak into my bed! Yuna: Just sharing body warmth, if you dare do anything naughty, I'll definitely...
iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.
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?"
