Wang Yajun's pupils constricted violently.
It really was Du Hui!
"Du Hui, how is it you? How are you awake?"
Realizing her reaction was too revealing, Wang Yajun quickly forced a look of joy. "Thank goodness, my love, you’ve finally woken up."
Tears of fake delight welled in her eyes. "Do you know how long I’ve waited for you? I was so afraid I wouldn’t be able to hold on—I even thought about ending my life to join you."
Clap. Clap. Clap. Du Hui slowly applauded.
"What an outstanding performance. And here you are, still putting on an act."
"Wang Yajun, if I hadn’t woken up, how would I have discovered my wife sneaking around with another man in our marital home? How would I have learned that my 'beloved' wife was the one who turned me into a vegetable in the first place?"
Wang Yajun’s fists clenched involuntarily.
He knows...
"My love, what are you talking about? I don’t understand." She feigned composure.
The doctors had declared him brain-dead.
He must have regained consciousness later—enough to hear her words and remember them.
But he had no proof. And after so long, any evidence would be gone.
Empty accusations meant nothing.
Even if he knew it was her, he couldn’t do a thing.
"Still denying it?" Du Hui smirked coldly.
He pressed play on the recorder in his hand.
Wang Yajun’s own voice spilled out:
"Oh, and by the way, my love… That car crash that turned you into a vegetable? That was my doing."
"Do you want to know why I did it? It’s because—"
Hearing this, Wang Yajun’s pupils shrank to pinpricks.
"You’ve been awake for a while?" she hissed through gritted teeth.
So that movement under the sheets she’d glimpsed earlier hadn’t been her imagination...
"Yes." Du Hui’s voice was glacial. "I woke up days ago, Wang Yajun. I truly believed we loved each other, but it turns out marrying me was just part of your scheme from the start."
"Wang Yajun… oh, Wang Yajun." He strode forward, gripping her chin. "You’ve ruined me."
"This time, I’ll make sure you rot in prison."
He flung her face aside with brutal force.
Wang Yajun panicked, dropping to her knees. "My love, I was wrong! Please—I don’t want to go to prison! Think of all the years we’ve shared! Give me one more chance, I beg you!"
The thought of prison terrified her. Behind bars, she’d lose everything—every luxury, every comfort.
"Years we’ve shared?" Du Hui let out a derisive laugh. "You didn’t think of that when you plotted the crash. Now that you’re the one in trouble, suddenly you remember our ‘bond’?"
"Wang Yajun, you make me sick."
Under his merciless gaze, she collapsed onto the floor, her face ghostly pale.
---
Night Garden Estate.
Su Hua lounged on a velvet chaise, her scarlet qipao clinging to every curve of her sinuous frame.
Jiang Qing stood before her, delivering his report.
With Su Hua absent from work these past few days, Jiang Qing had been forced to bring urgent documents to Night Garden for her review.
His eyes flickered to the constellation of love bites peeking above her collar.
The CEO and Young Master Lin must’ve been… energetic.
No wonder Su Hua hadn’t set foot in the office. She’d likely been glued to Lin Xuan’s side the entire time.
Truly, the emperor neglecting his court for his consort.
"CEO Su." Jiang Qing closed the file. "That covers everything for now."
"Mmm."
Su Hua sat up, her jade-white fingers plucking a pen to sign with effortless grace.
Jiang Qing watched her, struck once more by her radiance.
This is what love does to a woman, huh?
"Jiang Qing."
"CEO, do you have instructions?"
"Call and find out where A-Xuan is." Her red lips curved.
"Yes."
A brief phone call later, Jiang Qing had his answer: "CEO, Young Master Lin is at Wang Yajun’s residence."
"Then let’s go retrieve my boyfriend." Amusement danced in her eyes.
Her little act of vulnerability had bought her these precious days with Lin Xuan—days where he’d indulged her every whim.
She wasn’t about to waste this golden opportunity.
Turns out, playing the delicate flower has its uses. I should do it more often.
"Yes, CEO."
Jiang Qing took the wheel while Su Hua settled into the backseat.
"By the way, CEO… Should we deal with Shen Qianqian?"
At the name, Su Hua’s languid aura evaporated, replaced by icy venom.
She’d been so absorbed in Lin Xuan that she’d nearly forgotten that little pest.
"Not yet. Have her watched—ensure she doesn’t get near A-Xuan. And accelerate the Shen family’s bankruptcy proceedings." Her voice could’ve frozen hell.
Dare to covet what’s mine? Then pay the price.
"Understood."
Jiang Qing knew his employer well.
Outwardly, Su Hua was the picture of cool detachment. But cross her, and she’d either spar with her guards until someone bled… or break her enemies piece by piece.
Those two years when Lin Xuan defied her daily?
Since she refused to vent her rage on him, the staff bore the brunt.
Now, Shen Qianqian’s reprieve was solely due to Su Hua’s current bliss.
The moment that happiness faded?
That girl is doomed.
---
Wang Yajun’s Residence.
The wail of police sirens pierced the air.
"You called the cops?!" Wang Yajun’s eyes bulged.
"That would be me." Lin Xuan strolled in, grinning. "I dug up the truth about that ‘accident’ years ago and handed it straight to the authorities."
Hands in pockets, he drawled, "Just being a responsible citizen of Yundu City. Can’t let criminals walk free, right?"
"You—this is all your fault!" Wang Yajun’s eyes burned crimson. "If not for you, Lin Chang and I would’ve gotten away with it!"
"Mark my words—I will make you pay for this!"
She’d make sure Li’er avenged her.
"Looking forward to it." Lin Xuan’s smile didn’t reach his eyes.
"POLICE!"
Officers stormed in.
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?"
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
