Lin Jingyue nodded in admission. "I do like him, but he already has a girlfriend, and he's deeply in love with her. I'll never have a chance to be with him in this lifetime."
"That's true," Chen Ting sighed. "But Yueyue, you'd better not let Boss Su find out about your feelings for Lin Xuan. Someone in a position of power like Boss Su definitely won't tolerate a single flaw in her eyes. If she finds out you like Lin Xuan, I'm afraid she might take action against your family."
Lin Jingyue shook her head and said, "Don't worry, I'll keep my feelings for Lin Xuan well hidden."
If Lin Xuan ever found out she had feelings for him, she would probably be kicked out of the project.
Then she wouldn't have any more chances to spend time with him.
Chen Mo, who had been hiding in the corner, stepped out.
He stared at Lin Jingyue's retreating figure with a dark expression.
He was right. Lin Jingyue really did like Lin Xuan.
"Lin Jingyue," Chen Mo said coldly. "You are the woman I've been pursuing for years. Of course I want to see you happy. Since that's the case, I'll gladly help fulfill your wish to be with Lin Xuan."
Now, all he had to do was wait for an opportunity—an opportunity to push Lin Xuan and Lin Jingyue together.
After leaving Shangqing University, Lin Xuan took out his phone and called the butler.
"Young Master Lin," Butler Wang's respectful voice came through the phone.
"Uncle Wang," Lin Xuan asked, "what is Hua doing right now?"
"Miss?" Butler Wang frowned and replied, "Miss hasn't returned to the Night Garden."
She hasn't returned to the Night Garden?
Could Hua still be at work?
"Alright, I understand." Lin Xuan nodded. After hanging up the phone, he called Jiang Qing to ask where Su Hua was.
"Boss Su isn't at the company. She went to the Su family's old residence," Jiang Qing replied.
"Young Master Lin, have you not gone back yet?" Jiang Qing added.
"No, I was busy with my research at Shangqing University and only just finished," Lin Xuan answered.
So that was it.
Jiang Qing nodded in understanding.
No wonder Boss Su looked so upset when she left the company. It turned out Young Master Lin hadn't been able to make it back in time to keep her company.
However, Jiang Qing kept this observation to herself.
She knew that under these circumstances, Boss Su's mood would instantly improve the moment she saw Young Master Lin.
There was absolutely no need for her to worry.
"Secretary Jiang, why do you ask?" Lin Xuan inquired, feeling a bit puzzled.
"It's nothing," Jiang Qing replied, shaking her head. "I was just curious, so I asked. Young Master Lin, you should go look for Boss Su. I still have work to catch up on."
After she hung up the phone,
Jiang Qing looked at the massive pile of documents on her desk that needed to be processed and completed today.
With this much work, even if she didn't take a single break, it would still take her another three hours to get through it all.
"Sigh."
Jiang Qing let out a heavy sigh.
The life of a corporate wage slave was truly a bitter one.
While the boss was off having a good time, she was stuck here working miserable overtime hours.
Suddenly, she found herself missing the old workaholic version of Boss Su.
At least the old Boss Su would never have left her secretary to work overtime alone while she went out to enjoy herself.
Meanwhile, Lin Xuan made a U-turn and drove toward the Su family's old residence.
As he drove past a night market, Lin Xuan spotted a plush kitten being sold at a street stall.
An image suddenly popped into Lin Xuan's mind: a certain little woman in bed, wearing a black kitten lingerie set with cat ears perched on her head. She was on all fours, kneeling on the mattress, looking up at him with an alluring, seductive expression...
"Ahem." Lin Xuan cleared his throat lightly, awkwardly reigning in his wandering thoughts.
He shifted his gaze back to the plush kitten.
The plush toy looked incredibly soft and adorable—it actually resembled Hua a little bit.
Lin Xuan pulled his car into a parking spot and stepped out.
He walked over to the stall.
"Hello, how much is this plush kitten?" Lin Xuan asked.
The vendor running the stall was a young woman who looked to be only in her early twenties.
"This one?" The young woman looked up. The moment Lin Xuan's handsome face entered her line of sight, smack—she felt as if she had just been struck by Cupid's arrow.
This guy was just way, way, way too handsome...
He was literally her dream man come to life!
Seeing that the young woman was staring blankly without saying a word, Lin Xuan frowned and asked again, "How much is this plush kitten?"
The young woman snapped out of her daze and replied, "Sir, it's fifty yuan."
"Alright."
Lin Xuan pulled out a fifty-yuan bill and handed it to her.
As she took the money, she tried to sound casual as she asked, "Sir, are you buying this plushie for a relative's kid, or for your girlfriend?"
Lin Xuan replied, "It's a gift for my girlfriend."
Shatter.
The young woman's heart broke into a million pieces.
He already had a girlfriend... She had absolutely no hope.
Then again, even if he didn't have a girlfriend, judging by the elegant aura he exuded, he was undoubtedly a wealthy young heir. He wasn't someone an ordinary girl like her could ever dream of being with anyway.
"Sir, your girlfriend is very lucky."
She packed the plushie into a bag and handed it to Lin Xuan.
"Take care, sir."
"Thank you."
Lin Xuan took the bag and walked away.
The young woman watched his retreating figure and sighed.
"It's true what they say. All the good men are already taken."
He wasn't someone an ordinary person like her could ever covet.
At that exact moment, Feng Yaya and her friend happened to be walking by.
"Yaya, isn't that Lin Xuan?" Feng Yaya's friend, He Jialing, said excitedly.
Feng Yaya's bedroom was covered in photos of Lin Xuan, and she constantly followed any news about him on the internet.
She had even gone on a strict diet just to lose weight for him.
He Jialing knew full well that Feng Yaya's crush on Lin Xuan bordered on sheer obsession.
Feng Yaya looked in the direction He Jialing was pointing.
She immediately spotted that strikingly handsome figure.
Thump, thump, thump— Feng Yaya's heart began to pound wildly in her chest.
It really was Lin Xuan.
She was finally seeing him again.
He Jialing nudged Feng Yaya's shoulder and teased, "Yaya, haven't you been dieting day and night just so you could slim down and appear in front of Lin Xuan?"
"Now that you have such a perfect figure and look so pretty, you should hurry up and go over there. You can pretend to accidentally bump into him. That way, you'll definitely leave a deep impression on him."
"No, I'm not going," Feng Yaya said, shaking her head.
He Jialing asked in confusion, "Yaya, didn't you lose all that weight just so you could be with him? Now that you've finally slimmed down, why aren't you going to see him? What are you waiting for?"
Feng Yaya raised a hand to touch her own cheek. "I'm still in the recovery phase right now. I want to wait until I'm back to looking my absolute best before I see him."
Because she had been so desperate to appear in front of Lin Xuan as soon as possible, she had dieted far too aggressively over the past few months. As a result, her skin was slightly loose, and her complexion was somewhat sallow.
She wanted to wait until her complexion was fully restored before making contact with him.
When she and Lin Xuan officially met face-to-face, she wanted to leave him with the most perfect impression possible.

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.”

world slacker. But a genius female disciple just had to get clingy, insisting that he take her as a disciple. Not only that, she was always making advances on him, thoroughly disrupting his peaceful slacker life...

ver to a world of cultivation and returned invincible. Modern medicine is child's play compared to elixirs; technological might crumbles before true cultivation. My name is Qin Ning, Earth's sole cultivator!