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.
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!
saw a female celebrity tied up and stuffed in the trunk! Little did he know, countless cameras were aimed at him at this moment - this was a new type of reality show. The first randomly selected passerby was caught in less than an hour. But when Xu Moru was selected, things started to take an unexpected turn. "Damn, this isn't how the script goes. This Xu Moru is too bold, he's not following the rules at all." "Crap, is this guy taking it seriously?" "The female celebrity has been scared to tears!"
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."
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?!
