Qin Ruoyao couldn't help but wonder what kind of person the owner of the car might be.
If he was a young man in his twenties, his family must be extremely wealthy, probably even more so than Lin Li's family background.
Lin Xuan arrived at the car with Butler Wang in tow.
"Ahhh!" Li Siyu exclaimed excitedly, "Ruoyao, he's so handsome! I never expected the owner of this car to be this good-looking and this young!"
Qin Ruoyao's heart was pounding.
He was even more handsome than Lin Li...
"Ruoyao, I heard that these rich second-generation guys are especially drawn to beautiful and gentle girls. If you could get close to him, he’d definitely fall for you."
"Come on, I’m not that charming," Qin Ruoyao blushed slightly.
"Ruoyao, you’re seriously underestimating yourself. You’re the campus belle of Qinghua University! You’re the goddess of so many people at our school. If you weren’t charming, why would everyone adore you?"
"Young Master Lin, Miss Qin Ruoyao is watching you," Butler Wang whispered to Lin Xuan.
"What does that have to do with me?" Lin Xuan didn’t even glance at Qin Ruoyao before getting into the car.
Butler Wang frowned. He had been observing Young Master Lin’s expression the whole time. Could it be that Young Master Lin really didn’t care about Qin Ruoyao anymore?
Lin Xuan drove off.
Qin Ruoyao looked crestfallen. He had just left like that. She had wanted to approach him, but his bodyguards were shielding him, and she didn’t get a chance to get close. She wondered if she’d ever see him again.
Royal Hotel.
"Secretary Jiang, what should we do?" Shao Xingfan was pacing anxiously.
Jiang Qing was also deep in thought, unable to come up with a solution.
Shao Xingfan looked up at the sky and sighed, "If only there was a fire extinguisher to put out President Su’s rage. But I’m afraid there’s no fire extinguisher in the world that could calm her down."
A fire extinguisher?
Jiang Qing’s eyes lit up.
"I’ve got it!"
"Secretary Jiang, have you thought of something?" Shao Xingfan asked eagerly.
"Let a man be the fire extinguisher," Jiang Qing said with a smirk.
"A man?" Shao Xingfan looked skeptical. "President Su is furious because of a man. She’s always kept her distance from men. How could a man possibly calm her down? Those jerks would only add fuel to the fire."
"Other men might not work, but perhaps he can," Jiang Qing said with a smile.
"Who?" Shao Xingfan asked, curious.
"You’ll find out soon," Jiang Qing said mysteriously. "I’ll make a call."
Jiang Qing called Lin Xuan.
Lin Xuan frowned as he saw the caller ID on his phone.
Jiang Qing was Su Hua’s secretary, and she had always been hostile toward him. Why was she reaching out to him today?
"Secretary Jiang, what’s the matter?" Lin Xuan answered the phone.
"Young Master Lin, President Su is in a bit of trouble. We need you to come over quickly and help," Jiang Qing said urgently.
Lin Xuan was even more puzzled. What could he possibly help with? But since Jiang Qing had contacted him, it must be something significant. This could be a good opportunity to earn Su Hua’s trust and favor.
"Alright, where are you?" Lin Xuan asked.
Jiang Qing gave him the address, which was only five minutes away from where Lin Xuan was. He drove over immediately.
Shao Xingfan returned to the private room.
A handsome young man was kneeling in front of Su Hua, while a portly man stood nearby, trembling.
Shao Xingfan looked at the stunning woman sitting on the sofa, her entire being radiating a dark and terrifying aura. He wiped the sweat from his forehead nervously.

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.”

g Yu was preparing for retirement when her organization decided to eliminate her. She transmigrated to a zombie apocalypse world. However, a tiny unexpected situation occurred: She somehow transformed into an adorable little girl?!

ver to a world of cultivation and returned invincible. Modern medicine is child's play compared to elixirs; technological might crumbles before true cultivation. My name is Qin Ning, Earth's sole cultivator!

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?"