“What’s this?” Su Hua frowned as she looked at the bowl of soup on the table.
“Miss, this is a fertility-enhancing soup. It’s harmless to the body and very effective. My nephew’s wife had been trying to conceive for five or six years and couldn’t get pregnant. After drinking this recipe for just a week, she conceived a healthy baby boy,” Butler Wang replied with a smile.
If Miss could get pregnant soon, then he could help take care of the little master or young miss.
Su Hua’s eyebrows furrowed tighter as she pushed the bowl aside, her expression cold. “No, thank you. I don’t need it.”
She didn’t want to get pregnant right now.
A child would take Lin Xuan’s love and attention away from her.
She only wanted Lin Xuan’s eyes and heart to be filled with her alone.
Moreover, a child would disrupt her intimate moments with Lin Xuan. She didn’t want a third wheel always popping up during their private times.
“Miss,” Butler Wang tried to reason with her, “one way to keep a man is to have his child.”
Butler Wang indeed had this in mind.
Having a child would bind Lin Xuan to her, reducing the worry of Lin Xuan leaving one day.
Some people, whether men or women, could change their hearts in a snap. He wasn’t sure if Lin Xuan might someday grow tired of Miss, especially since her possessiveness was quite strong.
Besides, one couldn’t be certain that a mistress wouldn’t appear someday.
Having a child would provide more assurance.
“I don’t need a child to keep Lin Xuan,” Su Hua said with a sly curve of her crimson lips. “Lin Xuan won’t leave me.”
“Miss, are you that confident in Lin Xuan?” Butler Wang couldn’t help but ask.
“I am.”
Su Hua lifted her glass of milk, a glimmer of darkness flashing through her eyes. “And even if Lin Xuan tries to escape, he won’t be able to.”
Butler Wang was momentarily silenced.
It was true that Lin Xuan wouldn’t be able to escape. During the period when Lin Xuan was confined, he tried every possible way to flee from Miss’s grasp, but all his attempts were thwarted.
Unless Miss let him go, Lin Xuan’s life would always be under her control.
Today was the make-up class day at Shangqing University.
Su Hua once again called the principal to arrange a leave for Lin Xuan.
“Yes, Ms. Su, I will take care of it,” the principal quickly agreed.
This was the third time Su Hua had personally called to request a leave for Lin Xuan, and each time, she had contacted the principal directly. The principal was no longer surprised by this routine.
“Butler Wang,” Su Hua ordered, “Let Lin Xuan sleep as late as he wants. Don’t have the servants wake him up for breakfast.”
“Understood, Miss.”
Su Hua sipped her porridge gracefully, her mind unconsciously drifting to the scenes from the car. A subtle smile crept onto her lips.
Next time, perhaps they could try the garden or the swimming pool. It would be quite a unique experience.
After breakfast, Su Hua headed to the office.
She walked into the company in her high heels, a file in hand that she read as she walked. Jiang Qing reported work by her side, “Ms. Su, this is the progress on the Da Jiang project…”
Su Hua suddenly paused.
“Ms. Su, is there a problem with the project?” Jiang Qing asked, puzzled.
“No.”
Su Hua looked at Jiang Qing and spoke, her voice calm, “Find a certain kind of medicine for me. If it’s not available, have the medical research lab develop it. Do it as soon as possible.”
Jiang Qing’s heart skipped a beat.
Could it be that Ms. Su’s health was in question?
“What kind of medicine does Ms. Su need?” Jiang Qing inquired.
Su Hua replied, “A medicine that’s harmless to the body but boosts physical stamina.”
In the past, Su Hua wouldn’t have specified that it be harmless. She never cared much about her own health, seeing life and death as trivial matters.
But ever since Lin Xuan had willingly stayed by her side, Su Hua no longer wanted to die so early. She needed to keep her life to stay with her Lin Xuan.
She didn’t want to die and leave Lin Xuan with another woman.
“Ah?”
Jiang Qing froze. Boost stamina? She had never heard someone request such a thing.
Could there even be a medicine for stamina?
Sus Hua, worrying that Jiang Qing might misunderstand, added after a pause, “To be precise, it’s a medicine that helps a woman increase her endurance during… intimate moments.”
Whoa!
Jiang Qing’s eyes widened.
Su Hua’s face was slightly red, but her voice remained composed. “This is for a friend of mine.”
Jiang Qing gave a knowing smile. “I see, it’s for Miss Xu Wenyue, isn’t it? She has quite a few men she’s keeping, so it seems Miss Xu is a bit overwhelmed.”
“Yes, it’s for her,” Su Hua nodded.
Jiang Qing chuckled. “Don’t worry, Ms. Su. I’ll get it arranged.”
She never expected Ms. Su to have such a competitive streak in this area.
Also, Lin Xuan must be quite vigorous, as Ms. Su, who was known for her stamina, was now seeking a medicine to keep up.
“Also,” Su Hua added, “Keep this matter discreet.”
“I understand,” Jiang Qing smiled softly. “If this got out, it might damage Miss Xu Wenyue’s reputation.”
“Mmm,” Su Hua nodded.
“This month, your bonus will be tripled. Go talk to accounting yourself.”
“Thank you, Ms. Su,” Jiang Qing beamed with joy.
In the afternoon.
On his way to school, Lin Xuan opened his QQ and saw a message from Foxtail that had been sent earlier that morning.
Foxtail had sent him several pictures, all containing comments from readers of the novel he wrote.
Novel readers:
【You’ve changed! Where’s the you who used to update tens of thousands of words a day? Now you only give us six thousand words? Update, dammit!】
【You always leave us hanging. Someone, lock the author in a tiny room! Whip him with a leather belt! No writing, no mercy!】
【Where do you live? I own a hardware store and have a lot of useless blades I’d like to send to you (smiling emoji)】
【Even the donkeys at the production team work harder than you!】
【Foxtail】: Boss, take a look at this. You didn’t update yesterday, and your readers are about to explode. Better update soon to calm them down.
Foxtail sent this message, using the readers as an excuse to prod his boss for updates.
As an employee, he couldn’t afford to offend the boss, so he dragged the readers into the picture.
He had just finished reading the last chapter of the novel when, right on a cliffhanger, Lin Xuan decided to skip an update for the first time.
The suspense gnawed at Foxtail all day.
He kept refreshing the novel page, only to find… no updates.
Lin Xuan read the messages.
“Ding!”
Foxtail sent another message.
【Boss, where are you? Your readers are speculating whether you’ve been kidnapped or if you’re lost in some woman’s embrace and can’t seem to wake up.】
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
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.”
