Qin Ruoyao listened to Lin Li’s voice, worried it might be heard, and poured another bowl of scalding water down his throat.
Lin Li could no longer make a sound.
Qin Ruoyao spoke deliriously:
“It’s all your fault, Lin Li. You’re the reason Lin Xuan and I broke up.”
“You’re also the reason I’ve ended up in this mess. I won’t let you off. I’ll make you suffer.”
“Hahaha, I’ll make you suffer.”
Like a madwoman, Qin Ruoyao took the bloodstained wooden sliver and stabbed repeatedly at Lin Li’s body.
The neighbors nearby heard the commotion from Qin Ruoyao and Lin Li, but they only smirked coldly, then turned and walked away as if they had heard nothing, eyes fixed ahead.
Qin Ruoyao went to the bathroom.
Dragging his severed legs, Lin Li crawled to the door.
His bloody hands pounded against the door.
Who could possibly come to save him?
The wedding continued.
Behind Lin Xuan and Su Hua, a video appeared, composed of countless photos spliced together.
“So sweet.”
The crowd gazed at the photos, feeling as if pink bubbles were floating behind Su Hua and Lin Xuan.
“Even though they’re just photos, I can feel the love in their eyes.”
“I can tell they absolutely adore each other.”
The officiant began reciting the vows.
“Groom.”
The officiant’s eyes fell on Lin Xuan. “From this day forward, do you vow to walk through life with your bride, Miss Su Hua? To cherish her with all your heart, protect her, and always be her strongest support?”
Lin Xuan answered without hesitation, “I do.”
The officiant’s gaze shifted to Su Hua. “Bride, from this day forward, do you vow to walk hand in hand with your groom, Mr. Lin Xuan? To be gentle and true, to embrace each other’s flaws, and always be his warmest sanctuary?”
“I do, too.” A tender smile touched Su Hua’s lips.
The officiant beamed.
Last time, he had officiated Lin Xuan and Qin Ruoyao’s wedding, when Su Hua had come to disrupt it—what a spectacle that was.
He never imagined he’d be honored to preside over Lin Xuan and Su Hua’s wedding instead.
Surely no one would crash this one.
“Next, let’s invite the bride and groom to exchange rings,” the officiant said with a grin.
Su Hua and Lin Xuan slipped rings onto each other’s fingers.
Old Master Su wiped the tears of joy from the corner of his eyes.
“Finally, I’ve married off my granddaughter.”
He’d always feared she might end up alone, but then Xiao Xuan came along.
Old Master Jiang glanced at Old Master Su and snorted, “It’s only because Xiao Xuan and I reunited a bit late. Otherwise, Hua’er wouldn’t have whisked him away so soon.”
If it weren’t for Hua’er and Xiao Xuan being together,
he’d be able to live with Xiao Xuan every day.
Xiao Xuan could have stayed by his side for a few more years.
Now, he only sees Xiao Xuan a few times a month.
That girl Hua’er had stolen him away before he even graduated from college.
“Old Jiang, sounds like you’re not too happy about Hua’er and Xiao Xuan being together. In that case, you don’t get to hold the grandkids either—I’ll look after them,” Old Master Su said with a cold huff.
Old Master Jiang bristled, eyes wide. “How dare you!”
Jiang Yutong sighed. “Sister, Xiao Xuan has been taken from us for good by Su Hua.”
Jiang Manting said nothing, but her heart felt sour too.
“Kiss her!”
Someone shouted, and the others joined in.
“Yeah, kiss her!”
“Kiss her!”
Amid the cheers, Lin Xuan leaned down and pressed his lips to Su Hua’s.
Su Hua closed her eyes, meeting his kiss.
“Wow—”
Applause erupted all around.
The wedding came to an end.
Su Hua shed her heavy wedding dress and changed into a red silk nightgown.
The fabric was as thin as gossamer, yet smooth and flowing.
It traced the alluring curves of her figure.
“Ah Xuan, tonight is our wedding night,” she said.
The woman pinned Lin Xuan to the bed.
Lin Xuan looked into her eyes, which churned with desire.
“Hua Bao, you’re pregnant. We can’t do that kind of thing right now.”
Su Hua’s fingertips gently traced Lin Xuan’s brow, and she curled her lips. “Did Ah Xuan forget? There are other ways we can help each other.”
She tapped her red lips, the hint unmistakable.
“Ah Xuan, let me help you, hmm?”
She pulled the blanket over them,
shutting out the readers’ view.
Under the covers, love deepened.
When it was over, Su Hua’s eyes were closed as she rested quietly against Lin Xuan’s chest. Lin Xuan held her waist tightly.
Through the floor-to-ceiling window, brilliant fireworks bloomed in the sky.
Colors spelled out a message in the night:
May every reader too find a love this sweet to the heart, this intense to the bones.
To be unabashedly cherished, and carefully treasured.
Year after year, may your love burn bright.
[The End.]
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
to panic—he has a system. As long as an investment target dies, he can claim a reward. And since he is immortal, the one thing he has plenty of is time. ... Countless years later. “Immortal Emperor of Longevity? I invested in him.” “Supreme Celestial Venerable? I invested in him.” “Undying Empress? I invested in her.” “...” “Heh. Once they’ve all died, even the Heavenly Dao will have to kneel and call me Dad.”
his freshman year, Su Bai accidentally bound the "Indulgence Tycoon System." 【Sleeping in? Reward: +$1,000】 【Spent $288 at a street barbecue stall? Cashback: +$2,880】 【Dropped $14,396 on in-game skins? Special reward unlocked: A brand-new Porsche Panamera!】 Luxury cars, penthouses, corporate shares, financial empires… College life was all about living freely and doing whatever he pleased! … When the adorably naive academic genius faced family medical bills and financial struggles, Su Bai waved his hand dismissively: "Your future is on me." "Wuwu~ Big Brother is so good to me! I’ll become a scientist to repay you!" When the genius girl got bullied by a shady professor? Su Bai casually dropped a billion-dollar investment, forcing the university to grovel and beg for her return. A company’s funding chain collapsing? Su Bai smirked—cash was the one thing he’d never run out of. Years later, when people traced the rise of the AI prodigy beauty, who was the man behind her success? Not just that—Su Bai also became the tsundere campus belle’s unattainable dream, the contrast senior’s daily necessity, and the beautiful counselor’s emotional anchor…
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.”
