"Huh?" Hearing Su Hua's sudden words, Jiang Qing didn't react for a moment.
Su Hua spoke again, "Shouldn't you be calling Xuan right now to tattle on me?"
Jiang Qing thought Su Hua was testing her and replied timidly, "President Su, I won't contact Young Master Lin this time."
Su Hua frowned in displeasure. "Make the call."
"Are you sure?" Jiang Qing looked at Su Hua.
"Call," Su Hua repeated.
Jiang Qing scrolled through her phone's contacts, glancing hesitantly at Su Hua again.
Seeing that Su Hua had absolutely no intention of stopping her from contacting Lin Xuan, Jiang Qing was completely baffled.
President Su was famously whipped by her husband. Lately, she had been eating and resting strictly on schedule, terrified that Young Master Lin would find out she wasn't listening to him. Why was she taking the initiative to ask her to tell on her now?
Jiang Qing didn't dare disobey Su Hua's orders, so she could only honestly do as she was told.
She dialed Lin Xuan's number.
"Secretary Jiang," Lin Xuan asked, "is there something you need?"
Jiang Qing glanced at Su Hua again before saying, "Young Master Lin, President Su hasn't eaten or rested yet at this hour. She's been working non-stop and shows no intention of eating."
Lin Xuan frowned.
"Alright, I understand."
He hung up the phone and immediately called Su Hua.
"Sorry, the number you have dialed has enabled the missed call alert feature. Please try again later." A cold, mechanical female voice came from the phone.
Hua's phone must be out of battery.
After hanging up, Lin Xuan turned around and contacted Jiang Qing again.
Jiang Qing's phone rang.
Before Jiang Qing could even look at her phone, Su Hua asked, "Is that Xuan calling you?"
Jiang Qing said, "President Su, let me check."
She picked up her phone, glanced at it, and replied, "President Su, it is Young Master Lin."
Jiang Qing suddenly remembered that novel about a female secretary climbing the ranks and quickly added, "President Su, Young Master Lin is probably looking for you because you haven't eaten on time."
"Yes, I know." Su Hua curled her lips.
Jiang Qing asked cautiously, "President Su, do you think I should answer it?"
"No need," Su Hua said. "Just pretend you didn't see Xuan's call. Also, tell everyone whose numbers Xuan has not to answer his calls."
"Understood." Jiang Qing nodded.
She was a bit puzzled by Su Hua's actions. President Su's behavior was truly bizarre. Could it be that President Su wanted to use this method to get Young Master Lin to come to the company and keep her company?
That must be President Su's plan.
Jiang Qing shook her head.
Whatever President Su wanted to do, she usually did it openly and aboveboard. All of her scheming and plotting was entirely reserved for Young Master Lin.
With President Su's tactics, Young Master Lin would probably never escape the palm of her hand for the rest of his life.
Meanwhile.
Lin Xuan contacted a few other employees of the Su Group, but without exception, none of them answered his calls.
"This is really strange." Lin Xuan frowned deeply.
Why wasn't anyone answering his calls?
It seemed he had no choice but to make a trip to the Su Group.
Lin Xuan drove to the Su Group.
An assistant was handling work at the door of the CEO's office.
Lin Xuan walked up and asked, "Where is Secretary Jiang?"
"Secretary Jiang stepped out twenty minutes ago," the assistant replied.
"Alright, I understand." Lin Xuan nodded.
It seemed Jiang Qing was also busy, which was why she hadn't answered his call.
"Where is Hua?" Lin Xuan asked.
"President Su has been working in her office the whole time," the assistant replied respectfully.
She was actually quite puzzled.
Lately, whenever it was noon, President Su would go rest right on the dot. She hadn't seen her working non-stop like today in a long time.
"Mhm." Lin Xuan nodded.
The door to the CEO's office wasn't completely shut. Hearing the commotion outside, Su Hua's red lips curled up.
Xuan had come.
He had rushed over the moment he heard she hadn't eaten or rested. Xuan really did care about her.
But... why wasn't he coming in yet?
While Lin Xuan was talking to the assistant, the pen in Su Hua's hand remained suspended in mid-air, never quite landing on the paper.
The sound of Lin Xuan and the assistant talking stopped, and the footsteps grew louder.
Xuan was finally coming in.
Su Hua shifted her gaze back to the documents, pretending not to know that Lin Xuan had entered.
Lin Xuan pushed the door open and walked in.
Pretending she thought it was Jiang Qing, Su Hua frowned and said, "I'm not hungry right now. Take the food away. I'll let you know when I want to eat."
"Hua, I'm not Jiang Qing," Lin Xuan said, frowning.
It's Xuan!
Hearing Lin Xuan's voice, Su Hua looked up, suddenly appearing nervous.
"Xuan." Su Hua tried her best to maintain her inner calm. "Why are you here?"
"If I didn't come over, how would I know that Hua is still busy working at this hour and hasn't even eaten?" Lin Xuan said.
"I..." Su Hua bit her lip.
She wanted to say something, but ultimately lowered her head and honestly admitted her mistake. "Xuan, I'm sorry. I was just too busy with work. Next time, I will definitely listen to you and eat and rest on time."
Su Hua looked just like a child who had made a mistake.
Lin Xuan frowned.
Were his words too harsh, causing Hua to be so nervous?
Thinking this, Lin Xuan's tone softened. "Then, Hua, you can eat now, right?"
"Mhm." Su Hua nodded.
Lin Xuan called the secretarial office. "Bring the food in."
"Right away, Young Master Lin." The assistant nodded.
After hanging up, she couldn't help but sigh in admiration. "Young Master Lin is really something. Look at that, the moment he arrives, President Su is willing to eat."
"Isn't that the truth?" another assistant said. "President Su is completely whipped by her husband. Whatever Young Master Lin says, she'll definitely do."
The assistant brought the food in, laid it out on the table, and tactfully retreated from the office.
She didn't want to stay in the office either; she would definitely be force-fed dog food by President Su and Young Master Lin's public display of affection.
She had no desire to eat dog food.
Inside the office.
"Hua, let me feed you," Lin Xuan said considerately.
"Alright, sorry for the trouble, Xuan." Su Hua's eyes curved slightly in a smile.
Lin Xuan began feeding Su Hua.
After the meal.
Lin Xuan told Su Hua to go rest in bed, and Su Hua did as she was told.
"Hua, I'll go out and look over your documents for you. You sleep first."
Just as Lin Xuan was about to leave, Su Hua reached out and grabbed his wrist.
"Hua, what's wrong?" Lin Xuan asked curiously.
Su Hua asked, "Can Xuan nap with me?"
"It's been a very, very long time since Xuan accompanied me for a nap at the company."
She looked at Lin Xuan without blinking, her beautiful eyes pleading.
Lin Xuan simply couldn't resist Su Hua when she looked like this. "Alright." He nodded and agreed.
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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?"
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.”
