Lin Chang and Wang Yajun.
It was them.
Lin Xuan had been watching their every move.
Lin Chang and Wang Yajun were chatting and laughing, not showing any overtly romantic gestures, but Wang Yajun was Lin Chang's secretary, and it should have been her carrying the bags. Instead, it was Lin Chang carrying them now.
They looked very much like a couple.
Lin Xuan thought back to what Jiang Shuqin had said earlier—that Wang Yajun was extremely devoted, having taken care of her husband, who had been in a vegetative state, for over twenty years, never leaving his side.
He remembered in his previous life how Wang Yajun's husband had finally woken up, only for news of his suicide to break just two days later.
How could such a coincidence exist in this world?
Wang Yajun was still Lin Chang's secretary, and given how often they were together, it was inevitable that something might happen between them.
Lin Xuan tapped his fingers on the steering wheel, a faint smile curling his lips. "Interesting."
It seemed he would need to investigate this matter thoroughly.
Jiang Shuqin had always believed that Lin Chang truly loved her. If Lin Chang and Wang Yajun were indeed having an affair, that would be quite the twist.
Lin Xuan logged into the dark web and hired two private detectives to tail Lin Chang and Wang Yajun.
Having done all this, Lin Xuan tossed his phone aside and restarted his car.
He drove back to Night Garden.
He didn't see Su Hua's figure, and the butler, Wang, was on sick leave, so he wasn't there either.
"Where's Hua?" Lin Xuan frowned and asked.
One of the maids replied, "Miss seems to have gone to see the old master."
"Alright."
Lin Xuan nodded. He knew Su Hua had a grandfather, though he had never met him.
The Su Family residence.
A luxury car pulled up in front of the villa, and Su Hua, with the help of two female bodyguards, stepped out of the car.
Her eyes were bloodshot, and her face was deathly pale.
Su Guoxiong, leaning on a cane, hurried over and said urgently, "Quick, take the young lady to her room. And call Sun Que right away!"
"Yes."
The servants rushed to follow Su Guoxiong's orders.
Sun Que arrived soon after, aware of the urgency, and without greeting Su Guoxiong, he immediately began to take Su Hua's pulse.
His brow furrowed more and more tightly.
He sighed and let go of her wrist.
"How's Hua's condition now?" Su Guoxiong asked nervously.
Sun Que's expression was heavy with worry. "Miss Su's condition is much worse than it was over two years ago, the last time I examined her."
Su Guoxiong's brows knitted together.
So, Hua hadn't allowed Sun Que to treat her over the past two years because her condition had worsened, and she didn't want him to worry?
He could only think of this as the reason.
If the butler Wang were to hear Su Guoxiong's thoughts, he would roll his eyes so far back it would be comical.
Su Hua had kept her distance to protect Lin Xuan, fearing that her grandfather might target him.
Su Guoxiong looked at Su Hua's pallid, weakened face and felt a pang of heartache.
Despite her icy exterior, Hua deeply cared for him, her old man.
But fate had been cruel to Hua.
She had wandered lost for so long before being brought back to the Su family, only to be schemed against and trapped on that desolate island.
Even now, as the head of the Su family, she constantly faced threats and dangers.
"Is there any way to treat her?" Su Guoxiong asked, his forehead creased with worry.
Sun Que shook his head. "It's a condition of the heart. I can't do anything about it. Unless Miss Su can reveal what she's been through, there's no way to treat her properly."
He sighed. "Unfortunately, Miss Su's psychological defenses are too strong. It's nearly impossible for outsiders to glimpse her true thoughts."
Sun Que was a top-tier psychologist, yet no matter what he said or did, he couldn't get a single word out of Su Hua. Her expression remained calm, and her eyes showed no emotion.
He had no idea what was going on inside her mind.
The old master had brought in renowned psychologists from around the world, and all had failed.
"If this continues, I'm afraid Miss Su might harm herself," Sun Que said worriedly.
Su Guoxiong clenched his fists tightly.
He slumped into the sofa, defeated. "Am I just supposed to watch Hua's condition worsen?"
Sun Que remained silent.
As time passed, Su Hua's eyes grew redder and redder.
"Master, we should take Miss into the chamber now," Sun Que reminded him.
Su Guoxiong looked at Su Hua with deep sorrow.
"Alright," he said hoarsely. "Take Hua to the chamber."
Using too much tranquilizer would harm her body.
If she remained outside, no one would be able to stop her. If she encountered any sharp objects, she might hurt herself.
The only option was to lock her in the chamber.
"Yes," the female bodyguards responded and escorted Su Hua into the chamber.
With the door tightly closed, Su Hua was cut off from the rest of the world.
Alone in the chamber, surrounded by walls that were completely sealed, pitch black with not a single ray of light, Su Hua stood in the middle.
The world in her eyes was painted in blood, with an uncontrollable…malice.
She wanted to destroy everything in this world…
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Su Guoxiong heard the sounds of smashing inside the chamber, his eyes filled with worry.
At that moment, a servant rushed over with Su Hua's phone.
"Master, someone's calling Miss."
Su Guoxiong looked at the caller ID: Jiang Qing, a secretary that Su Hua trusted deeply.
He answered the phone.
"Miss Su, where are you? There's an important document that needs your signature." Jiang Qing's voice came through the phone.
Su Guoxiong's deep voice replied, "I'm Su Guoxiong."
Jiang Qing straightened up immediately. "Chairman."
Even though Su Guoxiong had fully retired from the company, Jiang Qing respectfully addressed him as Chairman.
"That important document will have to wait. Hua can't sign it now. We'll deal with it once she recovers," Su Guoxiong sighed.
Jiang Qing sensed something was wrong. "What happened to Miss Su?"
Su Guoxiong rubbed his brow. "Hua had an episode."
"Miss Su had an episode?" Jiang Qing's heart clenched in panic. "Is Mr. Lin Xuan there, Chairman?"
"Lin Xuan?"
Su Guoxiong vaguely recalled that Hua's boyfriend was named Lin Xuan.
Why did Jiang Qing suddenly mention him?
"Yes, Miss Su's boyfriend. Chairman, don't worry, I have a way to help Miss Su recover."
After hanging up, Jiang Qing quickly contacted Lin Xuan.
"Mr. Lin, Miss Su had an episode. I'm sending you the location. Please hurry over."
"Alright," Lin Xuan's tone grew urgent.
The last time Su Hua had an episode was still fresh in his mind—she had lost all reason, her body radiating a bloodthirsty, murderous aura.
She had been like a living corpse, devoid of any human emotion.
Lin Xuan didn't want to see Su Hua like that again.
He got into his car, stomped on the accelerator, and the car shot forward.
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
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.”
