“Hubao, I’m dirty.” Lin Xuan said, “Don’t dirty your clothes too.”
“It’s fine, we’ll sweat anyway,” Su Hua replied in all seriousness.
Lin Xuan swallowed hard.
Was this what he was thinking of?
Why did Su Hua spend the whole day thinking about *that*…
Lin Xuan’s mind wandered as he wondered how much stamina he would need to satisfy Su Hua.
“Remember, Ah Xuan, every inch of your body belongs to me. Without my permission, you’re not allowed to get hurt,” Su Hua said, her tone domineering.
“So, take care of yourself, or…”
Su Hua whispered softly, “I’ll be heartbroken.”
How could she bear to make him kneel on a washboard? That would hurt him, and she couldn’t stand the thought of it.
Dong dong dong——
Lin Xuan’s heartbeat accelerated.
Su Hua’s rare moments of sweet talk were too damn seductive.
“Ah Xuan, now you should think about how to please me,” Su Hua’s fingers traced a suggestive path across Lin Xuan’s abs.
The implications were clear.
Lin Xuan strongly suspected that Su Hua wasn’t actually angry anymore. She was just using it as an excuse to… well, *that*.
“Ah Xuan, since you’re so forgetful, today I’ll have to remind you who you belong to.”
Su Hua wrapped her soft arms around Lin Xuan’s neck, pressing her red lips to his.
She pulled out a book of *shōujo* manga from somewhere.
“Ah Xuan, there’s still a lot we haven’t tried in here. Let’s try some today…”
Lin Xuan glanced at the book while kissing Su Hua.
He: ???
When did Su Hua bring that book?
This was definitely premeditated!
The temperature in the room rose, and the atmosphere turned delightful…
—— Private room, no peeping allowed ——
Lin Xuan went into the bathroom, where the sound of water splashing could be heard.
Su Hua lay sideways on the bed in a pink satin nightgown, her cheeks still flushed, her eyes glowing with a watery sheen, looking incredibly alluring.
She picked up her phone and called the Principal.
“Ms. Su,” the Principal greeted respectfully.
“I have a few matters that need you to handle,” Su Hua said.
“Go ahead, Ms. Su.” The Principal sat upright, his face showing concern.
Was Ms. Su uncovering issues with the school that needed addressing?
Su Hua spoke calmly, “I believe students of Shangqing University should focus on their studies. Certain female students attempting to get close to the basketball team through staff positions are not acceptable. Principal, what do you think?”
The Principal let out a sigh of relief.
It was about Lin Xuan—it seemed like Ms. Su was feeling a bit jealous.
“Understood, Ms. Su. I’ll immediately replace the basketball team’s staff with males. Also, I’ll rearrange Lin Xuan’s seating, surrounding him only with male students.”
The Principal explained, “Lin Xuan is the school’s heartthrob, very popular among the female students. This arrangement will minimize disruptions for him and help other students focus on their studies.”
Basically, he would eliminate all chances of female students getting near Lin Xuan within school grounds.
“Mmm,” Su Hua smirked, “Good job. Your monthly salary will increase by 100,000, and your year-end bonus will be doubled.”
“Thank you, Ms. Su!”
The Principal’s eyes nearly closed into slits as he smiled.
Indeed, Lin Xuan was a cash cow. Clinging to his leg was always a winning strategy!
“Oh, by the way, Ms. Su, your voice sounds a bit hoarse. Are you feeling unwell? Are you still at the school? Shall I send the school doctor over to check on you?” the Principal inquired with concern.
“No need,” Su Hua replied, her lips curling into a smile.
She was just a little hoarse from a bit too much… excitement.
Su Hua ended the call.
In her mind, she recalled Lin Xuan’s dazzling figure playing basketball in the sunlight, with girls in the audience excitedly shouting about wanting to be with him.
She really wanted to keep him locked up as her pet, so no one else could covet him.
But Lin Xuan needed to live in the sunlight—she wanted to see him full of vitality.
However, if anyone dared to challenge her for Lin Xuan, she would deal with them one by one.
Su Hua’s beautiful eyes glimmered with a chilling light.
A post on the forum of Shangqing University revealed Su Hua’s confrontation with a female student at the basketball courts, prompting many girls to quietly delete their confessional posts about Lin Xuan.
A man they could never have and their own lives—they knew which to choose.
Lin Xuan’s TikTok account was quietly growing.
Many people thought that short videos had no future and overlooked them entirely.
Lin Chang, listening to Lin Qingwan’s report, frowned. “Hasn’t any novel copyright been sold on the Zhangxinbao website?”
“No,” Lin Qingwan nodded, “All offers have been rejected, no matter the price.”
Lin Chang’s brows furrowed deeper. “What’s going on? As a novel website, not selling any copyrights?”
Weren’t these websites usually eager to sell film and TV adaptations?
Such deals brought in several times the subscription revenue.
Why did Zhangxinbao refuse every offer?
Lin Qingwan frowned as well, struggling to understand.
The prices they offered were already quite high, and yet, Zhangxinbao still refused.
“Dad, this novel website has released quite a few short dramas recently. Each episode is only three minutes long and they’re all posted on TikTok. Some of these adapted novels are ones we’ve been trying to buy the rights for,” she explained.
“Stupid!” Lin Chang exclaimed, “Selling the novel rights is far more profitable than making short dramas!”
Lin Qingwan said, “Dad, I noticed some actors in these short dramas were ones we had shunned or dropped from our company.”
Hearing this, Lin Chang narrowed his eyes. “It seems TikTok isn’t here to play nice. Zhangxinbao might be in on it with them.”
“Dad, should we have someone keep an eye on them?” Lin Qingwan asked.
“No need,” Lin Chang chuckled coldly. “Our company holds the majority of the entertainment resources. What can they possibly do?”
“We’ll just wait for them to self-destruct. By then, they’ll be begging us to buy their novel copyrights!”
Lin Chang was confident. Every entertainment company that had opposed Starlight Group in the past had either gone bankrupt or struggled to stay afloat.
He didn’t believe TikTok could pose any threat to him!
At the Su family’s ancestral home.
Su Guoxiong looked at his granddaughter sitting across from him and frowned. “Dr. Sun, how is Hua’er’s health now? Is she still suffering from insomnia like before? And does she still lose control?”
Sun Que shook his head. “I haven’t been to Night Garden for a long time.”
Su Guoxiong frowned. “Why not? Didn’t I ask you to keep an eye on Hua’er’s health?”
Sun Que cautiously glanced at Su Hua.
He didn’t not want to go to Night Garden—it was that Su Hua simply wouldn't let him in.
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?"
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
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.”
ose... to cooperate with the protagonist! Shen Yuan: I have a system! Protagonist: What? System: Holy crap, you're just spilling it out like that? Shen Yuan: Let's team up, we'll split the system rewards! Protagonist: Fifty-fifty split? Shen Yuan: No way! Protagonist: What!? I'm the one getting beaten up, and I don't get half? Shen Yuan: Forty-sixty split, I get forty, you get sixty! Protagonist: Deal! Big brother, come on, hit me! As long as it doesn't kill me, beat me like you mean it! Shen Yuan: Don't worry... I will definitely protect all of you! No one but me can lay a finger on you! Guard our Heaven's Chosen Ones! I'm the only one allowed to bully them!
