Su Hua was taken aback.
She turned to look at Jiang Qing.
She had told Lin Xuan about her situation.
Jiang Qing looked up at the sky.
Don’t come looking for her; she knows nothing.
“Xuan, I don’t think this necklace means much to me anymore,” Su Hua whispered, her red lips brushing against Lin Xuan’s ear.
“Because Xuan is my cure, the remedy that can heal me. That kiss at the jewelry store made me stop resisting this necklace.”
“So, Xuan, I won’t allow my cure to escape from my side.”
It was destined—they were bound to be locked together for life.
“Alright, Hua Bao, I’ll be your cure,” Lin Xuan said tenderly, tightening his embrace around Su Hua’s waist.
Su Hua rested her head against Lin Xuan’s chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.
Her lips curled into an uncontrollable smile.
Lin Xuan was so good to her, and his tenderness made her reluctant to let go.
This harmonious scene was witnessed by Jiang Qing and Butler Wang, who exchanged glances and smiled knowingly.
“Xuan, I’ve already arranged for you to take leave from school. Stay with me at the villa these next few days, okay?” Su Hua looked up at Lin Xuan, her eyes filled with pain.
Lin Xuan’s heart ached for Su Hua.
How could he refuse?
“Alright, I’ll do as you say, Hua Bao,” Lin Xuan replied.
The corners of Su Hua’s lips curled into a triumphant smile.
Lin Xuan had fallen into her trap.
These days, she could spend every moment with him… indulging in their closeness.
After leaving the restaurant, Shen Qianqian returned to the Shen family estate.
Before entering the villa, she instructed the bodyguard in the driver’s seat, “Slap my face a few times.”
The bodyguard frowned. “Miss, this…”
“Do it quickly! If you don’t, I’ll fire you!” Shen Qianqian snapped impatiently.
“Yes, miss.”
The bodyguard reluctantly gave her a few light slaps.
“Are you not eating enough? Hit me harder!” Shen Qianqian gritted her teeth.
“Miss, please bear with it.”
The bodyguard clenched his jaw and slapped her several times with force.
Shen Qianqian, who was sensitive to pain, was brought to tears.
Only when her face was swollen did she tell the bodyguard to stop.
“That vixen!” Shen Qianqian forced back her tears, biting her lip. “The humiliation I suffered today, and the beating I endured, I’ll repay you a thousand times over!”
“Miss, why did you ask me to hit you?” the bodyguard couldn’t help but ask.
“Because it will make my father feel sorry for me,” Shen Qianqian said darkly. “When he sees how hurt I am, he’ll give me more resources, and I’ll have a better chance of dealing with that woman.”
She couldn’t wait any longer.
She needed her father to assign her more people as soon as possible.
She had always been pampered since she was young and had never suffered such humiliation before.
Shen Qianqian also made sure to dishevel her clothes and hair before striding into the villa in her high heels.
“Master, Miss Qianqian has returned,” a servant announced.
“Qianqian is back?” Shen Mao smiled as he removed his apron and stepped out of the kitchen. “Qianqian, I made your favorite crayfish…”
Before he could finish, Shen Qianqian rushed in and threw herself into his arms.
“Dad,” Shen Qianqian said with a choked voice.
“What’s wrong? Who made my daughter cry like this?” Shen Mao asked, his heart aching.
“Master, look at Miss Qianqian’s face,” a servant exclaimed.
Shen Mao quickly pulled Shen Qianqian away to inspect her.
What he saw stunned him.
Shen Qianqian’s face was red and swollen, with a trace of dried blood at the corner of her mouth—clearly, she had been struck.
“Qianqian!” Shen Mao roared in anger. “Who did this to you?”
“Dad, it was that woman, the one who insulted me,” Shen Qianqian sobbed.
“You mean that employee from Su Corporation?” Shen Mao frowned.
“Yes, it’s her.”
Shen Qianqian cried, “Dad, she’s actually Lin Xuan’s girlfriend. She couldn’t stand me being close to Lin Xuan, so she hit me and warned me to stay away from him. She said she’d beat me every time she saw me near him.”
“How dare anyone lay a hand on my daughter! Do they have a death wish?” Shen Mao’s chest heaved with fury.
“Qianqian,” Shen Mao said with deep concern, “don’t worry. Dad will make sure justice is served.”
“But, Dad, she’s from Su Corporation,” Shen Qianqian said, her eyes red.
“So what if she’s from Su Corporation? That’s not a free pass!”
Shen Mao sneered, “As far as I know, aside from the CEO, most of the senior executives at Su Corporation are older women. That woman is probably just a mid-level employee.”
“She’s no one important. As the chairman of Shen Corporation, dealing with such a small fry won’t even make Su Corporation bat an eye.”
Shen Mao’s expression darkened.
Besides, if he handled it discreetly, that woman wouldn’t be able to do a thing about it.
“Qianqian, I’ll send people to deal with her right away,” Shen Mao said.
“Dad, can you assign them to me?” Shen Qianqian pleaded, her eyes brimming with tears. “I want to handle her myself.”
“Alright.”
Shen Mao nodded, "I'll assign six people to you. That should be enough to deal with a woman, right?"
"Mm, that's enough," Shen Qianqian agreed.
A cold gleam flickered in her eyes.
You vixen, I'll make you regret clinging to Brother Lin Xuan!
Lin Xuan and Su Hua had been staying at the villa these past few days. It was Su Hua's menstrual cycle, so they hadn't done anything intimate.
Su Hua felt a twinge of regret.
Her periods had always been irregular, and she hadn’t expected this one to come so soon.
If she had known, she would have waited a bit longer before playing the pity card.
That way, these past few days could have been spent in bed with her dear Xuan, instead of just spending time together in a mundane, romantic way.
Before they knew it, Wang Yajun's birthday had arrived.
Jiang Shuqin had always remembered her best friend's birthday and came to Starlight Group with a gift in hand.
"Yajun, this is my birthday gift for you," Jiang Shuqin said with a smile, handing the gift box to Wang Yajun.
"Shuqin, thank you," Wang Yajun replied with a smile. "You're the only one who always remembers my birthday. You're so sweet."
"Of course, we're best friends," Jiang Shuqin said, smiling back. "How about this, Yajun? After work tonight, let's go out for a stroll."
"No," Wang Yajun shook her head. "I want to spend time with my husband."
And her husband was Lin Chang—if not now, then certainly in the future.
e school belle recognized by the whole school, a genius girl from the kendo club. She also has a hidden identity, the youngest legendary demon hunter. Chen Shuo just transmigrated and found himself turned into a weak, helpless little vampire. He was caught by Su Xiyen and taken home at the very beginning. Since then, Chen Shuo's life creed only had two items. "First, classmate Su Xiyen is always right." "Second, if classmate Su Xiyen is wrong, please refer back to item one." Many years later, Chen Shuo, who had turned back into a human, led a pair of twins to appear in front of all the vampires to share the secret of how he turned back into a human. "It's simple, I tricked a female demon hunter into becoming my wife!"
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.”
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?"
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.
