Shen Qianqian sat on the ground, dragging herself backward as she retreated. "I’m warning you—if you dare lay a finger on me, my father will have you skinned alive!"
"Your father can barely save himself right now. Do you really think he’d spare a thought for you?"
The bodyguards weren’t aware of Su Hua’s dealings with Shen Corporation, but given their employer’s temperament, Shen Qianqian had repeatedly crossed the line by coveting Young Master Lin. There was no way Su Hua would let the Shen family off the hook.
Other offenses might be forgivable, but Young Master Lin was her absolute red line.
Shen Mao was probably already drowning in chaos.
"Shen Qianqian, enjoy yourself."
None of Su Hua’s subordinates had any patience for delicate flowers.
The two bodyguards began kicking and punching Shen Qianqian relentlessly.
"Ahhh—!"
She curled into a ball, shielding her head as blows rained down on her.
They were professionals—they knew exactly where to hit without risking her life, and where would hurt the most.
Soon, Shen Qianqian’s body was covered in injuries, every inch of pain radiating through her limbs, leaving her in unbearable agony.
"Wuwuwu…" She sobbed, pleading, "Please… let me go."
She had been spoiled by her father her entire life, and others had always tread carefully around her status as the Shen family’s heiress. Never had she been beaten like this.
It hurt so much.
The two black-clad bodyguards took their time, only stopping when they deemed it enough.
Clang!
The rusted iron door of the abandoned factory creaked open.
A tall, strikingly handsome man stepped inside.
Shen Qianqian, sprawled on the ground, lifted her head.
Her eyes lit up.
Her heart pounded wildly.
It was Lin Xuan!
He had come to save her!
He did care about her—he must have been cold before only because that woman was around.
Maybe this beating was even a blessing in disguise.
Now, she could expose that woman’s true colors to Lin Xuan.
Lin Xuan strode in expressionlessly, his refined demeanor starkly out of place in the decrepit factory.
"Lin Xuan-ge!" Shen Qianqian crawled toward him, tears welling in her eyes as she looked up pitifully. "They hit me… Lin Xuan-ge, save me!"
"Save you?" Lin Xuan looked down at her, his voice dripping with icy mockery.
Something felt off.
Shen Qianqian’s delicate brows furrowed.
Why did his tone sound like… he wasn’t here to rescue her?
No, that couldn’t be.
"Young Master Lin." The two bodyguards removed their masks and sunglasses, bowing respectfully.
"You—you—!" Shen Qianqian’s eyes widened in shock.
She recognized them—they were Lin Xuan’s personal bodyguards.
Why were they here?
A terrible realization struck her. Slowly, she turned her head back to Lin Xuan.
"Lin Xuan-ge, you…?" Her voice trembled with disbelief.
No… he wouldn’t do this to her.
"Lin Xuan-ge," she said, eyes red-rimmed, "these two might be yours, but they attacked me because of that vixen’s influence! You had no idea, right?"
"Or—or were they fired? Maybe they resented you and took it out on me!"
One bodyguard’s expression darkened. He kicked her sharply. "Call our employer a vixen again, I dare you."
Shen Qianqian bit her lip, still staring at Lin Xuan with desperate hope.
He had to punish them for this, right?
"Lin Xuan-ge," she whispered tearfully, "make them pay, please?"
She gazed up at him, fragile and pleading—but such tactics had no effect on Lin Xuan.
Qin Ruoyao had used the same act on him for years. He was immune.
(Well, except for Su Hua.)
"Punish them?" Lin Xuan’s lips curled coldly. "How?"
"I sent them to beat you."
His words struck Shen Qianqian like a thunderbolt.
She froze, her pupils dilating in horror as she stared at him.
It took her a long moment to find her voice.
"No… Lin Xuan-ge, you’re lying, aren’t you? You’d never hurt me… never!"
She clutched at his pant leg, begging hysterically, "Say it’s a lie! Say it!"
Lin Xuan kicked her off impatiently.
"Ah—!"
She collapsed back onto the floor.
"Shen Qianqian." Lin Xuan crouched in front of her. "I warned you. If you keep clinging to me, don’t blame me for what happens."
"Lin Xuan-ge, I cling to you because I love you!" Tears streamed down her face. "Is it wrong to chase after the person I love?"
Besides, that woman was not right for him.
She didn’t deserve Lin Xuan.
In love, the one who wasn’t loved was the third wheel. If Lin Xuan fell for her instead, then she wouldn’t be the other woman.
Lin Xuan was speechless.
What kind of messed-up logic was that?
"Lin Xuan-ge, please… just give me a chance. If you get to know me, you’ll see how good I am!" Shen Qianqian implored pitifully.
Lin Xuan’s voice remained frigid. "Shen Qianqian, I told you—there’s no future between us. I’m in love with someone else. Even if Hua’er didn’t exist, I’d never choose you."
Each word shattered her hope further.
Her expression crumbled into desolation.
Lin Xuan stood. "Today’s beating is your final warning. If you harass me again, I will make sure you regret being alive."
With that, he turned away.
"Throw her back to the Shen family," he ordered flatly.
"Lin Xuan-ge!" Shen Qianqian screamed in despair. "You can’t do this to me! LIN XUAN-GE!"
But he was already gone.
Shen Qianqian lay on the ground, wailing in anguish.
The bodyguards watched, satisfied.
Serves her right.
They hauled her up, dragging her out of the factory and shoving her into a car.
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Night Garden Estate
Su Hua kept glancing at the clock.
Eight o’clock, and A-Xuan still isn’t back.
Her lips pressed into a thin line, her entire aura icy.
Jiang Qing, currently delivering a report, trembled internally.
Of all days for Young Master Lin to be absent, why did I have to run into Su Hua when she’s in a mood?
She prayed silently for Lin Xuan’s swift return.
The moment he stepped through the door, Su Hua’s temper would vanish.
During her work report, Jiang Qing received a phone call. She glanced at the caller’s name.
"President Su, I need to take this call."
Jiang Qing stepped out with her phone. She wouldn’t usually interrupt her duties for a call, but this was from the bodyguard assigned by President Su to protect Young Master Lin—she had to answer immediately.
As she listened to the voice on the other end, surprise filled her eyes.
She returned to Su Hua’s study.
"President Su, the bodyguard assigned to Young Master Lin has kidnapped Shen Qianqian today."
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?"
lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.
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.
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.”
