“No, I have a feeling. This time, Lin Xuan isn’t pretending. He’s figured it out,” Jiang Qing said with certainty.
“Secretary Jiang, how can you tell?” Shao Xingfan pressed.
Jiang Qing glanced at him. “A woman’s intuition.”
Shao Xingfan: “…”
What the hell kind of intuition is that!
Back at Night Garden.
Su Hua got out of the car and glanced at her hand, her delicate brows furrowed, a faint chill lingering around her.
“Su Hua, why aren’t you moving?” Lin Xuan asked, puzzled.
Su Hua pursed her lips, just looking at him.
Since his rebirth, Lin Xuan had become particularly attuned to Su Hua’s emotions. He could tell that she wasn’t in the best mood. Just moments ago in the car, she had been fine. Why had she suddenly turned so cold?
Seeing that Su Hua wasn’t moving, Lin Xuan had no choice but to go over and take her hand, leading her forward.
The icy aura around Su Hua dissipated.
Lin Xuan was stunned.
Could it be that Su Hua had been upset because he hadn’t held her hand?
Su Hua was known for her decisiveness in the business world, her icy beauty a defining trait. Who would have thought that someone like her could be so… childish?
The onlookers stared at Lin Xuan in shock.
Was this really Young Master Lin?
“Damn! I didn’t expect Young Master Lin to be so handsome. When I saw him a few days ago, I thought he wasn’t good enough for Miss Su. But now? Lock them in, bring the marriage bureau here!”
“Hey, have you noticed that when Young Master Lin is by Miss Su’s side, her mood seems to improve significantly?”
“Yeah, yeah, I’ve noticed that too. It’s incredible. Who would’ve thought Miss Su would ever bend for a man?”
After dinner, Lin Xuan brought out the couple’s watches. “Su Hua, I saw these watches while shopping and thought they’d suit you, so I bought them. Of course, I didn’t have the money—I used your black card’s sub-card.”
He only had three hundred bucks to his name, his pockets emptier than his face. He had no choice but to use Su Hua’s money for now. Tonight, he would start his grand plan to make money!
“Su Hua, once I’ve earned enough, I’ll buy you gifts with my own money.”
“Mm,” Su Hua’s lips curved into a smile. “Let me put it on for you.”
Lin Xuan personally fastened the watch onto Su Hua’s wrist. Su Hua noticed that Lin Xuan was wearing an identical watch.
Hers was white, his was black—a perfect pair, clearly meant to be a couple’s set.
A glimmer of light sparkled in Su Hua’s eyes.
“By the way, Butler Wang, send someone to move the desk from my old bedroom into Su Hua’s and my room.”
He needed the desk to write his novel.
Su Hua instructed, “Move the desk into my study.”
“Won’t I disturb you if I use the computer there?” Lin Xuan hesitated. If the desk was moved into Su Hua’s study, it would mean that whenever they were at Night Garden, he’d have to be with Su Hua, this yandere, all the time. The pressure was real.
Su Hua: “You won’t.”
“But…” Lin Xuan tried to argue further, “Your study has a lot of confidential company matters. It wouldn’t be appropriate for me to be there.”
Su Hua narrowed her eyes dangerously. “A Xuan, don’t want to be with me?”
“No! Absolutely not!” Lin Xuan shook his head frantically.
“Good boy,” Su Hua reached out and ruffled his hair.
Lin Xuan: “…” Wasn’t this usually something a guy did to a girl?
It seemed that in their relationship, Su Hua was always the one taking the lead.
No, he had to step up, make money, build his own influence. He was determined to be the man who could stand above Su Hua!
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?"
iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.
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.”
nto another world, I bought a slave for the first time, never expecting the silver wolf girl to be so cute... Lin Feng: I know it's cold, but you don't have to sneak into my bed! Yuna: Just sharing body warmth, if you dare do anything naughty, I'll definitely...
