Wang Yajun had been using her husband as a cover for so long, and it seemed she would continue to do so.
But then he passed away...
The most likely explanation was that her husband had come to his senses and discovered Wang Yajun's affair.
Without hesitation, Wang Yajun decided to eliminate him.
The more Lin Xuan thought about it, the more convinced he became of this possibility. He immediately sent people to keep a close watch on Wang Yajun's apartment.
If her husband were to wake up, they were to report it to him immediately.
After giving these instructions, Lin Xuan went to take a shower. He had been spending almost every night in bed with Su Hua lately, and he was exhausted.
With Su Hua away on a business trip, he needed to catch up on some much-needed rest.
The next day, in the classroom, Lin Xuan was sketching a model of a "Ludan" (a cute character) in his notebook.
Wang Dahe walked up to him, munching on a piece of bread, and asked curiously, "Xuan, what are you drawing?"
Lin Xuan replied, "A game character model."
Wang Dahe frowned, looking disdainful. "It looks so cute. How can it possibly have any combat power?"
Lin Xuan also frowned.
The Ludan character was indeed quite adorable.
In the game's alternate world, its cuteness, short legs, and occasional long-range cannon shots to steal kills made it a magnet for hatred.
Its fragile build also made it a frequent target of gang-ups, earning it the title of the most-deceased hero in the game's canyon.
There was even a saying in the game's community: "The team fight can be lost, but Ludan must die."
Should he add some survival skills to the character, like a dash or blink ability?
Lin Xuan thought about it for a moment.
But then he decided against it.
A character this cute deserved to get beaten up.
After all, it was a favorite among many female players, including a certain stubborn, daily-updating, yandere-novel author who was terrible at the game but loved playing it anyway.
"Boss," Lei Hui called Lin Xuan. "Neither of our two animations passed the review."
"What was the reason?" Lin Xuan asked, frowning.
"They said it could negatively influence children."
Lin Xuan's frown deepened.
Lei Hui explained, "After some digging, I found out that Starlight Group was behind this. No matter how we modify our animations, they'll keep blocking us from passing the review."
"Hah—"
Lin Xuan let out a cold laugh. "It seems Lin Chang is trying to ruin my company."
Did Lin Chang think that by doing this, he could force Lin Xuan to return to the Lin family?
But Lin Chang failed to realize that Lin Xuan wouldn't have revealed his identity so early without a trump card.
That trump card was Su Hua.
Lin Xuan didn't feel the least bit ashamed about relying on his girlfriend.
Sometimes, you just had to swallow your pride and accept help when it was offered.
Lin Xuan stroked his chin, deep in thought.
It seemed he would have to seduce his beloved Hua properly.
However, every time he tried to charm her, Su Hua would become like an athlete on steroids—her energy, stamina, and endurance skyrocketed.
Damn it!
His kidneys were in danger!
"Boss, what should we do about this?" Lei Hui asked.
"Just stay the course and keep doing what you're doing," Lin Xuan said with a smirk.
"Understood."
Back at Night Garden, Lin Xuan cleared his throat lightly. "Butler Wang, could you prepare some nourishing soup for me every day for the next few days?"
He needed to replenish his energy so he could handle Su Hua when she returned.
"Of course, Young Master Lin," Butler Wang replied with a knowing smile.
Just a few days ago, who was it that refused to drink the nourishing soup?
And now, here we are.
Lin Li had been staying in the hospital for several days before finally moving back home.
Recently, his mood had been extremely dark.
The servants were all too afraid to provoke him.
At the moment, Lin Li was lying in bed, enduring the constant pain in his lower body—a painful reminder of his emasculation.
The pain flared up every day for about an hour, and it was happening now.
Lin Li clenched his fists tightly.
"Knock, knock, knock—" came a sound at the door.
"Come in," Lin Li said through gritted teeth.
A servant cautiously entered the room.
"Young Master," the servant said respectfully, "Miss Qin is here. She wants to see you. Should I let her in?"
Lin Li's expression turned terrifying.
The servant kept his head down.
The young master used to be so kind, but lately, he had become a completely different person—frightening and unpredictable.
"Let her in," Lin Li said, his eyes cold and menacing.
"Yes."
The servant hurried out, gasping for air as soon as he left the room.
The young master had truly become terrifying.
"Miss Qin, the young master is in his room. Please follow me," the servant said, leading Qin Ruoyao into the Lin residence.
Qin Ruoyao looked at the grand villa, her heart filled with anxiety.
She was afraid that without the child, the Lin family might change their attitude toward her and prevent her from marrying into the family.
But she still had one card to play—Lin Li.
As long as Lin Li stood firmly by her side, the Lin family wouldn't be able to oppose them forever.
Qin Ruoyao entered Lin Li's room, and the servant quietly closed the door behind her.
"Li, I heard you were badly injured. Are you okay?" Qin Ruoyao asked with concern.
Lin Li remained silent, his dark eyes fixed on her.
Qin Ruoyao bit her lip. "I'm sorry, Li. I couldn't protect our child."
Her eyes welled up with tears, making her look pitiful.
"You should be sorry!" Lin Li suddenly grabbed Qin Ruoyao by her hair, forcing her head closer to him.
The veins on his hand bulged.
"Qin Ruoyao, why did you go out to that class reunion so late at night?"
"If you had just stayed home, none of this would have happened!"
Lin Li shouted angrily.
This was the first time Qin Ruoyao had seen Lin Li in such a dark and terrifying state. Fear began to rise in her heart.
"Li, please don't be like this. You're scaring me," Qin Ruoyao said, tears brimming in her eyes.
"Scared?" Lin Li sneered. "You know what fear is now?"
"If you had been afraid, you wouldn't have gone out to that party in the middle of the night!"
"If you hadn't gone, the people I sent wouldn't have had the chance to kill the child!"
Then Lin Li wouldn't have lost his only heir!
Qin Ruoyao was stunned.
"Li, did you say... you sent people?"
She thought she must have misheard.
"Li, are you feeling unwell? Maybe you're confused," Qin Ruoyao said softly, trying to guide him to lie down.
"I'm perfectly clear-headed!" Lin Li shoved her hand away.
"Ah—"
Qin Ruoyao fell to the floor. Seeing Lin Li's terrifying expression, she wanted to run away.
"Let me make it clear, Qin Ruoyao. I was the one who sent people to get rid of that child. I spent five million to have it done!" Lin Li said, his face twisted with madness.
And in doing so, he had destroyed his only chance at having an heir.

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?"

] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"

world slacker. But a genius female disciple just had to get clingy, insisting that he take her as a disciple. Not only that, she was always making advances on him, thoroughly disrupting his peaceful slacker life...

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.”