Everyone: “!!!”
Finally, Su Hua added, “And he’s also my boyfriend.”
This statement clarified that Lin Xuan was not some kept lover but her equal partner.
The jaws of all the executives dropped so wide they could’ve fit an egg.
A boyfriend?
And said so tenderly by CEO Su herself?
“Holy crap! CEO Su actually has a boyfriend? I’m about to faint from shock!”
As soon as Su Hua left, the executives immediately switched to gossip mode, like elders chatting under the village tree.
“I’ve read a lot of female-oriented CEO romance novels, and CEO Su definitely fits the bill of a domineering CEO. Her boyfriend, on the other hand, seems like the sweet, doting type. Once someone like CEO Su falls in love, it’s for life. And you know, some of these domineering CEOs even have a bit of a yandere side. Heh, I wonder if CEO Su’s like that?”
“CEO Su as a yandere? Yeah, right, no way!”
“Don’t be so sure. Didn’t you also not believe she had a boyfriend? Anything’s possible, you know.”
Wang Dahe listened to Lin Xuan’s phone call with Su Hua, his eyes widening in shock.
Damn!
The sugar mommy who’s keeping Lin Xuan has such a pleasant and youthful voice!
Wang Dahe felt a pang of jealousy. Why hadn’t he ever come across a sugar mommy like that?
“Lin Xuan, how did she even fall for you?” Wang Dahe’s mind raced with wild scenarios. Did she get drunk, end up in a hotel with Lin Xuan, and have a one-night stand?
Or did Lin Xuan save her life, and she had no choice but to offer herself in return?
Lin Xuan shook his head. “I don’t know.” How did Su Hua even notice him?
Lin Xuan and Wang Dahe went to a hotel for a meal.
Wang Dahe stuffed himself until he was completely full, letting out a satisfied burp. “The chef’s skills are out of this world. I’m definitely coming back here often.”
“Waiter, the bill, please.” The butler gestured.
The waiter brought over the bill. “Sir, your total comes to 29,998 yuan.”
“Pfft…” Wang Dahe spat out his water.
29,998 yuan? For just five dishes, nearly 30,000 yuan?
Is this food laced with gold?
“We’ll pay by card.” The butler pulled out a black card.
Seeing the black card, the waiter’s hand trembled. A black card, one of only ten in the entire country?
“Is… is that a black card?” Wang Dahe exclaimed. He’d seen videos explaining that there were only ten of these cards globally, reserved for the ultra-wealthy.
The butler nodded. “It’s a black card subsidiary card. Actually, this card was given to Young Master Lin by Miss Su.”
“Unfortunately, Young Master Lin didn’t appreciate it. He used it to pay for Qin Ruoyao’s expenses, and Miss Su was so angry she took the card back.” The butler said with a hint of melancholy.
Lin Xuan clutched his chest. Please, stop. He regretted it deeply.
Wang Dahe wore an expression of utter disbelief.
He pulled Lin Xuan aside and spoke earnestly, “Lin Xuan, listen to me. The sugar mommy who’s keeping you is loaded. You need to hold onto her tightly. Living a carefree life is within your grasp.”
“Ah, you’re right.” Lin Xuan sighed deeply. “I realized it too late.”
If he had embraced the sugar mommy lifestyle earlier, he could’ve been living the good life. What was he thinking, enduring such hardship for so long?
“It’s not too late! You didn’t marry Qin Ruoyao, so there’s still time.” Wang Dahe slapped Lin Xuan on the shoulder. “Lin Xuan, my future happiness depends on you. You live off your sugar mommy, and I’ll live off you.”
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?"
] This is a dark fantasy-themed dating simulation game. The main gameplay involves containing various monster girls and investigating the truth of a world shrouded in mist alongside your companions. However, due to his love for the dark and bizarre atmosphere, Luo Wei ended up turning a dating game into a detective mystery game. Women? Women only slow down his quickdraw! To Luo Wei, the female leads in the game are more like tools to perfectly clear levels and squeeze out rewards. For Luo Wei, flirting with every girl he meets and then discarding them is standard procedure. Worried about characters losing affection points? No need. With his maxed-out charm stat, Luo Wei is practically a "human incubus." A little psychological manipulation and those points come right back. It's a bit scummy, but the paper cutout heroines in the game won't actually come at him with real cleavers. However... Luo Wei has transmigrated. He's accidentally entered the second playthrough of this game. His past actions have caused all the girls to transform into terrifying yanderes. Due to the game's setting, most of the heroines he once contained are "troubled girls." Obsessive, twisted, mentally unstable, all aggressive yanderes... The type who will kill you if they can't have you... Luo Wei wants to cry but has no tears left. "I really just want to survive..." In short, this is a story of battling wits and engaging in a love-hate relationship with yanderes.
with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!
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.”
