A good show?
Butler Wang's eyes lit up.
Young Master Lin never engages in low-stakes games. If he says it's a good show, it must be explosive.
As a lifelong lover of drama from Xia Country, how could he miss this?
"Young Master Lin, are you heading out? I'll accompany you," Butler Wang said with a smile.
"Butler Wang, didn't you say your foot was hurting? No need to trouble yourself. I can go alone," Lin Xuan replied.
"Young Master Lin, don’t worry. I’ve taken some medicine, and my foot doesn’t hurt anymore."
"Really?" Lin Xuan gave Butler Wang a suspicious glance.
He remembered Butler Wang complaining about his foot just an hour ago. How could it have healed so quickly?
"Young Master Lin, if you don’t believe me, watch this."
Butler Wang hopped a few times in place, looking completely fine.
"Alright, then come with me," Lin Xuan nodded.
As soon as Lin Xuan turned around, Butler Wang bent over, rubbing his knee, his face contorted in pain.
Ouch, his old bones were killing him.
Lin Xuan packed his things and got into a car driven by a servant from the night garden, a vehicle worth over 300,000 yuan, heading to Wang Yajun's house.
He only brought Butler Wang and a bodyguard skilled in picking locks.
They couldn’t be too conspicuous when visiting Wang Yajun’s home, lest her neighbors notice and tip her off, ruining their plans.
Lin Xuan had a rough understanding of Wang Yajun’s routine.
She rarely returned home during the day, only coming back after work.
She hired a part-time cleaner, who wasn’t there in the morning.
The bodyguard picked the lock, and Lin Xuan and Butler Wang boldly entered the villa.
At that moment, Du Hui was wandering around the house, looking at the photos of him and Wang Yajun hanging on the walls.
Du Hui picked up a photo of the two of them from the table.
All these years, Yaya never gave up on him…
Du Hui’s eyes welled up with emotion.
"Yajun, I will love you and make it up to you for the rest of my life."
Just then, a male voice interrupted.
"Wang Yajun doesn’t deserve your love."
Lin Xuan barged into the room.
Du Hui frowned, "Who are you?"
Lin Xuan smiled, "Mr. Du, I think we should have a good talk—about your wife."
Du Hui’s brow furrowed deeply.
Lin Xuan sat down on the sofa, "Mr. Du, do you know how your car accident 18 years ago happened?"
Du Hui frowned.
Eighteen years ago, he had indeed been in a car accident, hit by a truck, and lost consciousness almost immediately.
He had been in a coma for 18 years before waking up.
He had no idea what had happened during that time.
"Your accident might not have been an accident."
Lin Xuan handed Du Hui a photo, "Take a look. Is this the truck driver?"
"Yes, that’s him."
Du Hui recognized the driver instantly.
Then he noticed the woman standing next to the driver, and his eyes widened in shock.
Wasn’t that Yajun?
Why was she with him?
"I believe your accident was likely arranged by Wang Yajun."
As soon as Lin Xuan said this, Du Hui vehemently denied it, "No, it couldn’t have been Yajun. She would never harm me."
Lin Xuan handed Du Hui another photo.
It was a picture of Wang Yajun and Lin Chang. Though they weren’t being intimate, there was an undeniable air of closeness, as if they were a couple.
"This…" Du Hui was stunned.
Lin Xuan explained, "Wang Yajun and Lin Chang grew up together. Coincidentally, less than a week after your accident left you in a vegetative state, Wang Yajun became Lin Chang’s secretary at Starlight Group."
Lin Xuan walked over to the wardrobe and opened it, "There are also men’s clothes and personal items here."
Du Hui remained unmoved.
Those clothes could have been prepared by Yajun for him.
Lin Xuan took out one of the shirts and handed it to Du Hui, "Check if this is your size."
Du Hui looked at the label and frowned.
The size was one size larger than what he used to wear, and now that he was much thinner, the shirt wouldn’t fit him at all.
Du Hui said in a low voice, "How do I know you didn’t put these clothes here yourself? Besides, there’s no trace of a man living in this house."
"Mr. Du, that’s because Lin Chang’s wife, Jiang Shuqin, is your wife’s best friend. She sometimes visits, so Wang Yajun wouldn’t leave any obvious signs of a man living here," Lin Xuan said with a faint smile.
Wang Yajun was extremely cautious.
Otherwise, private investigators would have caught her and Lin Chang in compromising situations long ago.
Jiang Shuqin had tolerated Wang Yajun being Lin Chang’s secretary because she believed Wang Yajun was deeply loyal to her husband and wouldn’t cheat.
If Jiang Shuqin found out Wang Yajun was meeting another man, she would worry that Wang Yajun might try to seduce her husband.
So Wang Yajun couldn’t afford to slip up in front of Jiang Shuqin.
Seeing Lin Xuan’s confident expression, Du Hui couldn’t help but feel a sliver of doubt.
Could what he was saying be true?
But how could Yajun betray him?
"Whether what I’m saying is true or not, Mr. Du, your wife’s birthday is in five days. Lin Chang will definitely come to your house to celebrate with her. Whether your wife has been unfaithful will become clear then."
"However, for these five days, you’ll need to continue pretending to be in a vegetative state."
Lin Xuan handed Du Hui a voice recorder and two small communication devices.
"Use this recorder to capture their conversations. And these communication devices are for your safety. My people will be nearby. If you press this button, they’ll come to protect you immediately."
In his previous life, Du Hui had been killed by Wang Yajun, likely because he had let his guard down around her.
No matter what, Lin Xuan wanted to ensure Du Hui’s safety.
First, it was crucial for his plans.
Second, though he wasn’t one to be overly compassionate, after experiencing what he had in his past life with Qin Ruoyao, he felt a deep sympathy for Du Hui and didn’t want anything bad to happen to him.
"And this red communication device—if Lin Chang and Wang Yajun get too close, press it."
Du Hui held the recorder and communication devices, unable to hold back his question, "Who are you? Why are you helping me?"
"The Lin family is my enemy."
With that, Lin Xuan left.
Butler Wang was thoroughly satisfied with the drama he’d just witnessed.
Who would have thought the Lin family had such secrets? Wang Yajun, Jiang Shuqin’s best friend, was having an affair with Lin Chang.
Not only that, but Wang Yajun had orchestrated a car accident to leave her husband in a vegetative state!
This was explosive!
This trip was definitely worth it!
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
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...
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
