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?"
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?!
ap a wealthy young lady? Or else I'll be eliminated by the system? Ye Feng, who awakened the Kidnapper System, originally wanted to live a peaceful life but never imagined he would become a kidnapper of young women. However, after some time, he discovered that all the girls the system ordered him to kidnap were far from ordinary. "Big brother Ye Feng~ You've kidnapped my heart, and now you're not allowed to leave me ever again~" "Ye Feng~ You kidnapped me back then, now it's my turn to capture you♡" "Little Feng, you're mine! You can only be mine!" "Ye Feng, none of them deserve you. Only I love you the most♡" ... This is madness, they've all gone mad! Wait, what? Why are all the girls I kidnapped yanderes?!
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.”
