"Tongtong."
Liang Yilong didn't know where he got the strength, but he broke free from the bodyguards.
He grabbed Jiang Yutong's hand and said nervously, "I'm sorry, I was wrong. I shouldn't have slandered Lin Xuan. Please give me one more chance."
"Tongtong, please just look at how good I've been to you all this time and forgive me just this once."
Jiang Yutong pulled her hand back expressionlessly.
"Liang Yilong," she said coldly, "we are over."
"Tongtong, I've pursued you for so long, you can't be so heartless to me," Liang Yilong said with red eyes.
"Liang Yilong, of all the things you could have done, you should never have targeted Little Xuan," Jiang Yutong said coldly.
Little Xuan was her bottom line.
If her man dared to target Little Xuan, there was absolutely no way she would stay with him.
She had finally managed to get Little Xuan to acknowledge her as his biological sister.
She would absolutely not let anyone drive him away.
Jiang Manting received a message.
She glanced at the content and sneered.
The investigation file on Liang Yilong had arrived.
Perfect timing.
This would make Tongtong give up on Liang Yilong completely.
"Hehehehe—" A string of cold sneers slipped from Liang Yilong's mouth.
"Jiang Yutong."
"You've finally revealed your true thoughts, haven't you? You don't care that I dealt with someone; what you really care about is that the person I dealt with was Lin Xuan, right?"
Jiang Yutong did not deny it.
She truly cared the most about the fact that Liang Yilong had moved against Little Xuan.
"Jiang Yutong, oh Jiang Yutong."
Liang Yilong's face was full of sarcasm.
"You clearly like Lin Xuan, but you used me to make him jealous."
"I had no choice but to frame Lin Xuan. Jiang Yutong, do you think I wanted to go against Lin Xuan? You forced me to do this!"
Jiang Yutong frowned, looking confused. "Liang Yilong, what are you talking about? Are you saying I like Little Xuan?"
"Jiang Yutong, stop pretending. Don't think I don't know, I know everything," Liang Yilong said with a cold laugh.
"I'm just a tool for you to use. You treated me as your tool to make Lin Xuan jealous so that he would be with you. Once you two are together, my usefulness will be gone, and you'll dump me. Jiang Yutong, am I right or wrong?"
Jiang Yutong finally understood.
So Liang Yilong thought she had fallen for Lin Xuan—not an ordinary liking, but romantic feelings.
Jiang Yutong frowned.
How did this Liang Yilong's mind go in that direction?
She likes Little Xuan?
How is that possible?
Little Xuan was her blood-related younger brother; how could she possibly fall in love with him?
"Liang Yilong, I told you, Little Xuan is my brother. I like him? Is that even possible?" Jiang Yutong said.
"Jiang Yutong, you say Lin Xuan is your brother, but I think he's your little lover," Liang Yilong said.
Hearing Liang Yilong's words, Lin Xuan finally knew why Liang Yilong's hostility toward him was so massive.
It turned out Liang Yilong saw him as a romantic rival.
Jiang Manting also understood the whole story.
She spoke up, "Tongtong is right. Lin Xuan is our brother. He is my aunt's son, and we are related by blood. However, my aunt cut ties with our Jiang family."
"So we brought Little Xuan back into the family."
Grandpa Jiang also nodded and said, "That's right, that's exactly how it is."
"What?"
Liang Yilong's eyes widened.
The Jiang family actually admitted it one by one; Lin Xuan was recognized as a member of the Jiang family.
Lin Xuan wasn't here to steal Jiang Yutong from him.
Didn't that mean everything he did today was digging his own grave?
Jiang Yutong added, "That's right. I was pestering Little Xuan before because I wanted to acknowledge him as my brother."
It was just that Little Xuan's heart had been completely broken by the Lin family, so he wouldn't easily agree to the reunion. She could only put in more effort.
"Wrong, wrong." Liang Yilong shook his head. "Everything is wrong."
If he had known that Lin Xuan was actually Jiang Yutong's brother and not some little lover.
He wouldn't have used such despicable methods against Lin Xuan.
"Tongtong, I know I was wrong," Liang Yilong said. "I misunderstood. I'm sorry, please don't break up with me. I beg you, I will only love you for the rest of my life."
Liang Yilong's tone was humble and lowly.
He had to win Jiang Yutong over!
He didn't want to give up the Jiang family's massive fortune just like that.
Jiang Yutong remained unmoved. "I stand by what I said. Let's break up."
She would absolutely never forgive Liang Yilong for trying to mess with Little Xuan.
"Thud—"
Liang Yilong bent his knees and knelt heavily on the floor.
"I'm sorry, Tongtong."
"Really, you can punish me or hit me however you want. I only have one request: don't break up with me."
"If you're still angry, I'll slap myself."
"Slap—"
"Slap, slap—"
Liang Yilong raised his hands and slapped his own face forcefully.
Jiang Manting watched, completely indifferent the whole time.
She still held Liang Yilong's investigation file in her hand.
She was waiting for Liang Yilong to finish slapping himself before bringing out the file.
Jiang Yutong remained unmoved.
These slaps he was giving himself could be considered payback for Little Xuan.
Thankfully they believed Little Xuan, otherwise they really would have wronged him.
"Slap, slap, slap—" The sound of slapping echoed in the living room.
The surroundings were very quiet, making the slaps sound exceptionally crisp.
Liang Yilong gritted his teeth.
He was hitting himself like this, so why hadn't anyone from the Jiang family come forward to stop him?
With no other choice, Liang Yilong could only continue slapping himself.
To regain Jiang Yutong's trust, Liang Yilong was slapping himself ruthlessly.
Soon, his face was red and swollen.
Left with absolutely no way out, Liang Yilong had to stop on his own.
"Tongtong." With red eyes, Liang Yilong pleaded, "Look, I really know I was wrong. Can you forgive me?"
Jiang Yutong scoffed coldly, "I won't forgive you."
Originally, she had planned to give Liang Yilong some compensation when they broke up.
Heh.
Liang Yilong could forget about getting any compensation now.
"Tongtong, you can't be so heartless." Liang Yilong looked extremely hurt. "I've loved you for so long. You can't break up with me just because I made a small mistake."
From the moment Liang Yilong framed him, Lin Xuan had been watching the drama unfold like a bystander enjoying a show, with absolutely no chance to interject.
He simply made himself comfortable and continued watching.
"Heh—"
Jiang Manting sneered. "A small mistake? Love Tongtong?"
"Liang Yilong, stop flattering yourself."
"Look at what this is."
Jiang Manting threw the file in her hand onto Liang Yilong's body.
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...
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.”
