Lin Xuan said coldly, "Next time, don’t let me hear you call Hua a vixen."
Previously, he had only avoided Shen Qianqian and hadn’t done anything to her.
But now that she dared to lay a hand on Hua, he wouldn’t hold back.
"Brother Lin Xuan, do you know how much this hurts me? It hurts so much that I want to die," Shen Qianqian said, looking at Lin Xuan with pain in her eyes.
Lin Xuan’s expression remained unmoved. "What does your pain have to do with me? What connection do we even have?"
The coldness in Lin Xuan’s eyes deeply wounded Shen Qianqian’s heart.
But she didn’t want to give up on him.
That woman didn’t deserve Lin Xuan’s love.
That’s right.
She needed to show Lin Xuan the true face of that woman!
Shen Qianqian picked up the phone that had fallen to the ground and, with trembling hands, quickly opened the photo album.
"Brother Lin Xuan, look, this man has been involved with her. This is her true nature," Shen Qianqian said urgently.
Lin Xuan trusted Hua.
Hua was the kind of woman who, once she fell in love, would remain loyal for a lifetime. She wouldn’t shift her affections to someone else.
Still, he was curious about what nonsense Shen Qianqian could come up with.
He glanced at the screen.
And froze.
Wasn’t this one of Hua’s assistants? He worked just outside the CEO’s office, and Jiang Qing was his superior.
Seeing Lin Xuan’s stunned expression, a thought flashed through Shen Qianqian’s mind. Could it be that Lin Xuan didn’t know about this vixen’s infidelity?
Yes.
That must be it!
She had almost been fooled by that shameless woman into thinking that Lin Xuan knew about her climbing the corporate ladder using her body.
After all, if a man knew his woman was unfaithful, how could he continue to dote on her and love her so much?
Only she was worthy of Lin Xuan.
Shen Qianqian shot Su Hua a provocative smile.
Su Hua, meanwhile, was already contemplating countless ways to make Shen Qianqian disappear.
Before, she had held back because she feared Lin Xuan might think her too bloodthirsty.
But now, she no longer wanted to spare her.
Completely unaware of Su Hua’s thoughts, Shen Qianqian continued, "Brother Lin Xuan, she’s here today because she’s meeting that man."
"Also, her position at Su Corporation was obtained by seducing men!"
"She’s not worthy of you."
"Brother Lin Xuan, I think you should move on from your feelings for her. There’s no need to tie yourself to one tree. If you look around, you’ll find many outstanding women who are worth your love."
Like her, for instance.
She came from a good family, was beautiful, had a great figure, and loved Lin Xuan more than anyone else in the world. Only she deserved Lin Xuan.
"Many outstanding women?" Lin Xuan said coldly. "You mean you?"
"Yes," Shen Qianqian replied, her face red as she shyly lowered her head.
"Brother Lin Xuan, I like you. You should consider me. My father only has me as his daughter, and my family can provide a lot of support for your company."
What a man needed was a successful career and a caring wife.
She could give Lin Xuan both.
"Shen Qianqian," Lin Xuan began, but before he could finish, Shen Qianqian hastily interrupted him.
"Brother Lin Xuan, you can take your time to think about it. I’m in no rush. I can wait until the day you’re ready to accept me."
"Shen Qianqian," Lin Xuan said coldly again, "even if Hua weren’t in the picture, I would never like you. Stop deluding yourself."
"Why? Brother Lin Xuan, am I not good enough?" Shen Qianqian asked, her voice filled with grievance.
There were enough men chasing her to circle the Earth.
Why was it that the one she loved didn’t want her?
"Shen Qianqian, do you want me to remind you of what you’ve done to me?" Lin Xuan said coldly.
Shen Qianqian frowned.
Lin Xuan had been the young master of the Lin family, but he rarely attended social events.
The first time they had officially met was at Lin Li’s birthday party.
She had fallen for Lin Xuan at first sight.
She had been trying to win his favor ever since. How could she have done anything to wrong him?
"Brother Lin Xuan, what are you talking about? Wasn’t our first meeting at Lin Li’s birthday party?" Shen Qianqian asked, confused.
"Lin Li and I always celebrated our birthdays together. I was there, but you never noticed me," Lin Xuan said mockingly.
From childhood, he had always been overlooked.
Shen Qianqian’s attraction to him was only because his appearance and demeanor had improved significantly.
Only Su Hua had loved him even when he was gloomy and unkempt.
"Brother Lin Xuan," Shen Qianqian quickly changed the subject, "because of that birthday party, I officially met you, and I was able to break off my engagement with Lin Li. Besides, we’ve had an arranged marriage since we were children."
An arranged marriage?
Su Hua’s beautiful eyes darkened.
She had forgotten.
Before Lin Xuan and Shen Qianqian were even born, their parents had arranged their marriage.
If Lin Xuan hadn’t been kidnapped, he would probably be engaged to Shen Qianqian by now, and they would be deeply in love.
The thought was unbearable to her.
"Brother Lin Xuan, isn’t it fate? The heavens must have destined us to be together," Shen Qianqian said, growing more excited.
Yes.
She was sent by the heavens to save Lin Xuan. First, he had suffered because of that wretched woman Qin Ruoyao, and then he fell for a vixen who seduced men at will.
Only she truly loved Lin Xuan.
One day, he would surely be moved by her.
"Fate, you say? Yes, we’ve had quite a bit of history since childhood," Lin Xuan nodded.
Shen Qianqian, unable to detect the coldness in his tone, eagerly asked, "Brother Lin Xuan, you mean from childhood? When did we know each other back then?"
She reached out to grab Lin Xuan’s hand, but he deftly avoided her touch.
Su Hua noticed this, and some of the darkness in her dissipated.
Lin Xuan was still behaving himself.
Su Hua held back her urge to take Lin Xuan away.
She was easily satisfied; even a small gesture from Lin Xuan could calm her.
Lin Xuan said expressionlessly, "Shen Qianqian, over nine years ago, at the Lin family villa, during Lin Chang’s birthday party, you were there too."
Over nine years ago?
Shen Qianqian tried hard to recall.
She did remember that birthday party. She had bullied a boy who looked dirty and unkempt, probably the son of a servant.
At the time, she had been bored and made a bet with her friends.
She had to make him cry to win.
But that boy was stubborn. No matter how much she tormented him, he never shed a tear.
Frustrated, she had returned to the Lin family another time and found him again, continuing her cruel treatment.
Apart from that boy, she had no other memories of that time.

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?"

't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.

ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!

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.”