Blue Mountain Café.
Shen Qianqian crossed her arms, her expression one of absolute confidence as she stared at Lin Xuan.
She wanted to see how Lin Xuan would try to wriggle out of this situation.
"Lin Xuan, if your girlfriend doesn't show up within half an hour, I'll assume you don't have one," she declared.
At that moment.
A collective gasp echoed through the café. Everyone turned their heads toward the entrance, even the waitstaff holding coffee cups froze in place as a woman walked in.
"Damn, who is that? She's stunning."
"She's not just beautiful—she has such a commanding presence. Oh my god, I think I'm falling for her. Sis, I'm yours."
"If I had a wife like that, I'd wake up laughing in my dreams."
Shen Qianqian frowned at the murmurs around her.
When she had entered the café, no one had reacted like this.
Was this woman really that beautiful?
How provincial.
She had to see for herself.
No matter how pretty she was, could she possibly compare to Shen Qianqian?
Shen Qianqian glanced up, and her eyes widened in shock.
A woman in a soft lavender fitted dress walked in, draped with a beige shawl.
Her dark, slightly wavy hair cascaded over her shoulders, with a few strands falling delicately over her collarbone.
Her skin was as fair as snow, her features as if meticulously carved by the gods—every detail perfect.
She was so breathtakingly beautiful that everything around her seemed to pale in comparison. The term "peerless beauty" didn't even do her justice.
It was her.
The woman Shen Qianqian had seen at the Rong Hotel.
Shen Qianqian's brow furrowed.
What was this woman doing here?
Su Hua's cool gaze swept across the café, and when it landed on Lin Xuan, her icy demeanor softened.
She walked straight toward him.
"She's here," Lin Xuan said with a smirk.
"Lin Xuan, what do you mean 'she's here'?" Shen Qianqian asked, confused.
Lin Xuan replied, "My girlfriend."
In Shen Qianqian's disbelieving eyes, Lin Xuan walked over to Su Hua.
"My darling, you're finally here," Lin Xuan said, taking Su Hua's hand and leading her to their table. He pulled out a chair for her to sit beside him.
"Lin Xuan, are you saying she's your girlfriend?" Shen Qianqian's eyes widened in shock.
"Isn't it obvious?" Lin Xuan raised an eyebrow.
"Shen Qianqian, let me introduce you," he said, his voice softening as he mentioned Su Hua. "This is my girlfriend."
"No way!" Shen Qianqian exclaimed. "Lin Xuan, did you hire her to play this role? Do you think you can fool me with some random woman?"
Lin Xuan sighed in frustration.
Damn it!
This woman was really hard to shake off.
Just then, Su Hua spoke up.
"Ah Xuan."
"Yes, my darling?" Lin Xuan asked, puzzled.
Su Hua leaned in suddenly, her crimson lips pressing against Lin Xuan's. She closed her eyes, leaving her mark on him.
The entire café watched with wide eyes, their excitement palpable.
"Ahhh, they're kissing!" a girl squealed.
"They're so perfect together. Beautiful people really do belong with beautiful people. It's such a sight!"
Shen Qianqian's pupils dilated in shock.
Su Hua pulled away from Lin Xuan's lips, her eyes narrowing dangerously. "Miss Shen, surely you believe now that Ah Xuan and I are together?"
"Ah—" Shen Qianqian let out a piercing scream.
She couldn't accept losing to a woman like this!
"Lin Xuan," Shen Qianqian said, her voice trembling with emotion. "You can't be with her. Do you know she had six bodyguards with her that day? She's just using men to climb the social ladder. Lin Xuan, she's not worthy of you. She's tainted!"
Only someone like Shen Qianqian deserved a man as honorable as Lin Xuan!
"Shen Qianqian," Lin Xuan's voice turned cold. "Watch your mouth. What do you mean she's using men? What do you mean she's not worthy of me?"
"Do you think you're the one who deserves me?"
Lin Xuan's icy gaze bore into Shen Qianqian. "Let me make this clear—even if I didn't have someone I loved, I would never be with you."
Shen Qianqian's heart ached at his harsh words.
She looked hurt. "Lin Xuan, what kind of spell has this woman cast on you? Why are you defending her like this?"
"Hmph—" Su Hua leisurely sipped her coffee. "Miss Shen, whether I'm worthy of Ah Xuan or not is none of your concern."
"A girl like you shouldn't be meddling in other people's relationships. Don't you think?"
There was a hint of menace in Su Hua's eyes.
If Shen Qianqian continued to cling to Lin Xuan, Su Hua wouldn't hold back.
Shen Qianqian shivered under Su Hua's commanding presence.
"Ah Xuan, let's go," Su Hua said.
She couldn't stand the way Shen Qianqian looked at Lin Xuan. If they stayed any longer, she might not be able to resist the urge to gouge out those eyes.
If it weren't for the crowd and Lin Xuan's presence, Shen Qianqian's eyes might already be gone.
Su Hua and Lin Xuan left the café together.
Shen Qianqian gripped her coffee cup tightly, her eyes fixed on their retreating figures until they disappeared from sight.
"Lin Xuan, you're mine!" Shen Qianqian muttered through gritted teeth. "I won't give up. I will marry you."
Her eyes burned with determination.
There was nothing in this world she couldn't have, and she would make Lin Xuan hers!
This woman thought she could steal her man? She wasn't even worthy!
Lin Xuan and Su Hua got into their car.
"My darling, you have to believe me. I have no connection with Shen Qianqian. I never wanted anything to do with her. I only invited her to the café today to talk things out," Lin Xuan explained nervously.
"I have no idea why she's so fixated on me."
"Hmm," Su Hua's lips curled into a faint smile. "I believe you, Ah Xuan."
Seeing the softness in Su Hua's eyes, Lin Xuan felt relieved.
It seemed his "black room" warning had been averted—for now.
"Ah Xuan," Su Hua whispered, her voice sultry as she wrapped her arms around his neck.
Her soft lips brushed against his brow, trailing down to his lips.
Her breathing grew heavier.
Her touch was intoxicating.
Lin Xuan felt himself drowning in the tenderness she wove around him.
The air between them grew thick with desire.
Jiang Qing quickly lowered the car's partition.
After a moment, Su Hua pulled away, her breath uneven as she looked into Lin Xuan's eyes. "Ah Xuan, this is your reward."
"Remember, you belong to me, Su Hua. Stay away from other women from now on."
Otherwise, she might lose control—her jealousy would drive her mad, and she might even lock him away.
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.”
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
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?"
