Jiang Shuqin touched her belly and smiled, saying, "This little one just kicked me. So naughty."
At that moment, Lin Li received a phone call.
Seeing the caller's name, the corners of his lips curled up.
"Mom, I have something to take care of. I'll head back to my room now."
"Go ahead," Jiang Shuqin nodded.
Lin Li returned to his room, closed the door, and locked it.
Then he answered the call.
"Sir, I'm calling to confirm if we should proceed with the original plan tomorrow—to get rid of her child."
"Proceed as planned," Lin Li said before hanging up.
He sat on the bed, staring at his phone. After a long while, he suddenly burst into laughter.
"A child? Jiang Shuqin, you actually think a child can replace me?"
"The Lin family can only be inherited by me. No one else dares to take it!"
Lin Li's eyes were bloodshot.
He would gradually take control of the Lin family from the shadows.
That way, he wouldn’t have to please anyone anymore.
Nor would he have to live behind this fake mask!
Lin Li returned downstairs.
"Li'er, have you finished handling your matters?" Jiang Shuqin asked with a smile.
"Just a small thing," Lin Li replied. "Mom, how about we go to Lanshan Temple tomorrow to pray for blessings? To ensure my little brother is born safely."
Jiang Shuqin thought about what had happened twenty years ago and nodded.
"Alright, let's go. There's a monk there named Master Jingli who is quite spiritually powerful."
Lin Li thoughtfully accompanied Jiang Shuqin for a while, chatting with her, before returning to his room. He sent a message to Wang Yajun: "The plan is proceeding as scheduled. Mom, the temple is your responsibility now."
If he were to directly poison Jiang Shuqin, the police might get involved, and it could lead back to him.
He couldn’t take that risk.
To ensure everything went smoothly, he had been giving Jiang Shuqin medicine these past few days—medicine that weakened the fetus and would make it impossible for her to conceive again in the future.
All he needed now was the right moment, the moment to cause a miscarriage.
Jiang Shuqin was scheduled for a prenatal check-up in two days, so the child had to be eliminated tomorrow.
A cold glint flashed in Lin Li's eyes.
Originally, he had planned to have someone bump into Jiang Shuqin and make her fall. But now, he changed his mind. He wanted her to suffer, to make her understand the price of trying to replace him with her child.
In the study of the night garden.
Lin Xuan listened to Lin Li's phone conversation and saved the recording with satisfaction.
Then he manipulated his computer to retrieve the identity records of the man on the phone.
Lin Xuan was so engrossed in his task that he didn’t notice Su Hua had entered and was standing right behind him.
When Lin Xuan finished securing the records, the beautiful woman suddenly bent down and wrapped her arms around his neck.
"Xuan, are you planning to give this evidence to Jiang Shuqin so she can guard against Lin Li and create a rift between them?"
"No, I won’t interfere," Lin Xuan replied.
"Then are you waiting for Jiang Shuqin to lose her child before exposing that Lin Li was behind it?"
Su Hua's tone sounded casual, but in truth, she cared deeply about Lin Xuan's answer. Just as she had hoped, Lin Xuan replied, "I don’t plan to tell the Lin family either. If I did, they might kick Lin Li out. What I want is for Lin Li to throw the Lin family into chaos."
Hearing this, Su Hua's eyes sparkled with a strange light.
Xuan's actions clearly showed he had no feelings left for the Lin family.
How wonderful.
Apart from Wang Dahe, the only person Xuan cared about was her.
Thinking of Wang Dahe—especially the image of him wrapping his arm around Lin Xuan's neck—Su Hua's eyes turned cold again.
She really wanted to drive him away from Xuan's side. But they had grown up together, and if Wang Dahe were to treat Xuan poorly, it would break his heart.
Wang Dahe, who was in the middle of playing a game, frowned.
Why did his arm feel so cold all of a sudden?
"I really like this side of you, Xuan," Su Hua said, her red lips curving into a smile.
The darker Xuan became, the happier she felt. This way, they were truly on the same path.
Hmm—
Should she corrupt Xuan even further?
If Lin Xuan knew what Su Hua was thinking, he would say there was no need—he was already corrupted.
Lin Xuan looked at Su Hua curiously. "Hua, what are you thinking about?"
"Nothing," Su Hua replied, resting her chin on Lin Xuan's shoulder. "I’m just thinking about how I’m going to devour you later."
Lin Xuan: "..."
This time, Lin Xuan was determined to reclaim his masculine dignity. He wrapped his arms around Su Hua's slender waist and pressed her down onto the bed.
"No, Hua, it’s me who’s going to devour you."
Hearing this, Su Hua's eyes brimmed with excitement. She wrapped her soft arms around Lin Xuan's neck and said, "Alright, let’s see how you’re going to devour me."
The next day.
Lin Li personally drove Jiang Shuqin to the temple.
Jiang Shuqin listened intently as the monk interpreted her fortune stick. Her brows furrowed tightly.
"Bad luck?"
"Yes," the monk nodded. "To put it simply, there is someone with ill intentions around you. This could pose a threat to the child in your womb."
The monk glanced thoughtfully at Lin Li.
He shook his head.
He could only say this much. The rest was up to her to figure out.
If she didn’t drive him away soon, it could lead to the downfall of her family.
Speaking of which, this family was quite foolish. Instead of cherishing the phoenix, they doted on someone with a wicked heart.
Hearing the monk's words, especially seeing the monk's penetrating gaze, Lin Li's heart skipped a beat.
"Thank you, Master," Lin Li said with a nod.
After expressing his gratitude, he quickly added, "Mom, let’s go."
"But I haven’t finished asking my questions," Jiang Shuqin frowned.
"Mom, it’s getting late. Didn’t you want to meet someone?"
"Ah, that’s right."
Jiang Shuqin nodded.
"Mom, while you were praying earlier, I took the liberty of finding out where Master Jingli resides," Lin Li said, supporting Jiang Shuqin as they walked.
"Good, good. Thank you for being so thoughtful," Jiang Shuqin smiled. Lin Li was truly considerate.
They arrived at Master Jingli's room.
Lin Li gave him a nod, and a faint glint passed through Master Jingli's eyes.
"Master Jingli," Jiang Shuqin spoke politely. "Earlier, I drew a fortune stick, and the monk said there is someone with ill intentions around me, which could affect my unborn child. Do you know who this person might be?"
Master Jingli closed his eyes, rotating his prayer beads and murmuring softly.
Ten minutes later, he opened his eyes, his brows deeply furrowed.
Jiang Shuqin asked anxiously, "Master Jingli, what is it?"
"I’ve just divined that after you sent him away from your home, the Lin family’s fortunes improved significantly. Did you later bring him back?" Master Jingli asked.
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
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?"
lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.
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.”
