“You’d better make sure everything you said is true.” Su Hua glanced at him, her lips parting coldly.
Lin Li felt a chill run up his spine.
Su Hua retracted her gaze and continued walking toward the hotel.
Her figure disappeared.
Lin Li breathed heavily as if he had narrowly escaped death.
He had the unsettling feeling that Su Hua was about to kill him.
“Miss Su, do you want to ask Mr. Lin for clarification?” Jiang Qing, following behind Su Hua, couldn’t help but speak up.
“No need,” Su Hua said calmly.
Jiang Qing’s eyes filled with concern.
Miss Su’s composure was clearly the calm before the storm.
This time, Mr. Lin might be in serious trouble.
Su Hua, surrounded by a crowd, arrived at the hotel lobby, drawing attention from many.
The onlookers were astonished by her stunning beauty.
Shen Qianqian was one of them.
Looking at Su Hua’s breathtaking face, Shen Qianqian’s eyes brimmed with jealousy.
Who was this woman?
She was even prettier than Shen Qianqian herself.
Shen Qianqian inexplicably disliked Su Hua. Her gaze towards Su Hua was filled with hostility.
“Tsk, she’s just putting on an act,” Shen Qianqian scoffed.
“Qianqian,” her best friend laughed, “some people flaunt what they lack. Don’t look at her now surrounded by so many bodyguards; she’s probably just wealthy on a small scale, trying to show off.”
Shen Qianqian sneered.
Wasn’t she just showing off?
Among the women in the high society of Yundou City, unless she wasn’t qualified to meet them, she had practically met them all.
She had never seen this woman before.
Therefore, her background couldn’t be very impressive.
Shen Qianqian’s lips curled into a smug smile.
Without a strong background, what good was a pretty face?
“Wait,” her best friend added, “she’s not wealthy herself; she’s relying on a man to have all these bodyguards around her. Tsk, another mistress who has climbed to her position through her body.”
“Alright, stop talking. You’re not afraid of getting dirty,” Shen Qianqian sneered.
Su Hua was there to negotiate a partnership with an executive. The executive felt an intense low pressure.
He was nervous throughout the discussion with Su Hua.
They desperately needed the technology and investment from Su Corporation.
He feared offending Su Hua, who might refuse to cooperate if she got upset.
“Please wait,” Su Hua said sternly.
She stood up and headed for the restroom.
After Su Hua disappeared from sight, the executive couldn’t help but ask Jiang Qing, “Ms. Jiang, did I do something that offended Miss Su?”
He had met Su Hua before.
She wasn’t this terrifying previously.
“Miss Su is indeed in a bad mood,” Jiang Qing nodded. “But it has nothing to do with you, Mr. Wang. You don’t need to worry; Miss Su won’t take it out on you.”
In work-related matters, Su Hua rarely acted on impulse.
Of course, work involving Lin Xuan was an exception.
“That’s good, that’s good,” the executive sighed in relief.
In the restroom,
Su Hua stood at the sink, splashing cold water on her face several times.
Only then did the rage inside her subside slightly, keeping her from the brink of losing control.
Su Hua wiped the water droplets from her face and hands and returned to the table.
Her aura was no longer as harsh.
The partnership negotiation proceeded smoothly.
Seeing Su Hua sign her name, the executive’s worries were finally laid to rest.
“Miss Su, we look forward to a successful partnership,” the executive’s eyes beamed with joy, almost closing into slits.
“Mmm,”
Su Hua responded faintly and stood up to leave.
Su Hua sat in the backseat of the car.
Her slender, fair fingers massaged her brow, and her eyes still held a deep darkness.
Jiang Qing could feel the chill emanating from Su Hua.
“Miss Su,” Jiang Qing cautiously asked, “are you going to the office, or back to the Night Garden to see… Mr. Lin?”
“Go to the office,” Su Hua said in a deep voice.
“Miss Su, regarding Shen Qianqian, should we ask Mr. Lin about it?” Jiang Qing ventured.
It was unlikely that Mr. Lin would have tried to seduce Shen Qianqian as Lin Li had claimed.
As for his ambitions to take over Shen Corporation, that was even more ridiculous.
Ten Shen Corporations couldn’t compare to one Su Corporation.
If not for the desire to control Mr. Lin, Miss Su might have already handed over Su Corporation to him.
“No need,” Su Hua’s voice was icily calm.
“Oh, okay,” Jiang Qing nodded.
Just as Jiang Qing was about to start the car, Su Hua’s voice came from the backseat again. “You send someone to investigate Shen Qianqian. When we arrive at the office, I need her information.”
“Understood,”
Jiang Qing felt as if Su Hua was completely immersed in jealousy.
Strangely,
She didn’t sense any anger from Miss Su, only an intense suppression of something.
Lin Xuan also returned to the Night Garden.
If Su Hua was there, she would usually be waiting for him on the living room couch.
This time, he didn’t see her tall, elegant figure.
“Where’s Hua? Hasn’t she come back yet?” Lin Xuan asked.
“Yes, but Mistress Su called in specially, telling you not to wait for her as she still has matters to attend to and will be returning late tonight,” Butler Wang replied respectfully.
Lin Xuan felt something was off.
She hadn’t called him directly but informed the butler.
“Achoo.”
“Achoo.”
Lin Xuan sneezed several times in a row.
“Who’s cursing me?” Lin Xuan rubbed his itchy nose.
Worried that something had happened, he tried calling Su Hua.
Her phone kept ringing.
Sitting in the car, Su Hua tightly pursed her lips, staring at the screen with the name – “Darling Xuan.”
The atmosphere in the car was oppressive.
Jiang Qing drove cautiously.
“Weird,” Lin Xuan muttered while looking at his phone, “this is the first time she hasn’t answered my call.”
Could something really have happened?
Lin Xuan couldn’t rest, so he called Jiang Qing.
Seeing the incoming call, Jiang Qing asked, “Miss Su, it’s Mr. Lin calling. Should I answer it?”
“Answer,” Su Hua said sternly.
If she didn’t pick up, Darling Xuan would worry.
Jiang Qing swiped to answer.
“Mr. Lin,” Jiang Qing greeted respectfully.
“Jiang Qing, Hua said she would be home early tonight, but it’s already six, and she hasn’t returned yet. She’s not answering her phone either. Has something happened?” Lin Xuan asked worriedly.
Jiang Qing glanced at the woman with an inscrutable expression and replied, “Mr. Lin, don’t worry. There’s some urgent business at the office that needs handling. Miss Su probably turned her phone to silent mode to avoid interruptions.”
“That’s good.”
Lin Xuan breathed a sigh of relief.
“Remember to tell her to eat on time, reduce her alcohol intake, and drink less coffee,” Lin Xuan couldn’t help but nag.
“Please rest assured, Mr. Lin. I’ll take care of Miss Su,” Jiang Qing nodded.
Arriving at the company,
Jiang Qing also printed out the investigation files and delivered them to Su Hua’s office.
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
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.”
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?"
lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.
