Shen Qianqian widened her eyes in disbelief. "How dare you kick me?"
"Hitting you is nothing. Just a stinky beggar—why wouldn’t I dare?" The maid scoffed.
"Fine. You refuse to leave, is that it?"
Crossing her arms, the maid arrogantly ordered the security guard, "You—go drag her out of this villa district. Hurry up!"
She didn’t want the young mistress or the master to return and find this disgraceful sight.
"Got it." The guard stepped forward, ready to haul Shen Qianqian away.
"Who dares touch me?" Shen Qianqian violently shook off the guard’s hand.
"I am Shen Qianqian, your young mistress! Lay a finger on me, and I’ll make sure you’re fired!" she hissed through gritted teeth.
"You? Our young mistress?" The maid burst into laughter as if hearing the biggest joke.
"Our young mistress cares deeply about her appearance. She wears custom-tailored clothes and shoes, and her makeup is always flawless. Look at you—you think you’re our mistress? Ridiculous!"
The security guard, however, paused. The voice sounded eerily familiar, and even the haughty attitude matched the young mistress’s. Could she really be…?
He scrutinized Shen Qianqian carefully.
"She’s telling the truth—she is the young mistress!" The guard’s face paled in shock.
Hearing this, the maid’s doubt flared. She squinted at Shen Qianqian.
Though the young mistress’s face was swollen, her eyes bruised from punches, her features were still recognizable.
And come to think of it, she had indeed left the house wearing an outfit like this earlier.
The maid’s pupils trembled.
It really was her!
Her face drained of color.
She was doomed. Offending the young mistress meant her life would become a living hell.
"Young Mistress!" The maid rushed forward in a panic. "What happened to you? Who did this?"
Supporting Shen Qianqian, she guided her into the villa.
At the maid’s words, Shen Qianqian’s tears spilled over again—hot, bitter drops of humiliation.
Behind a tree, a woman clenched a knife, her eyes burning with hatred as she glared at Shen Qianqian’s retreating figure.
Shen Qianqian!
"Young Mistress, let me tend to your wounds. And these clothes—I’ll have someone fetch a fresh set for you," the butler offered.
"No." Shen Qianqian tightened her fists. "Leave the clothes. Leave the wounds untouched."
"But—" The butler frowned.
"Are my orders meaningless now?" Shen Qianqian shot him a withering glare.
"Understood." The butler didn’t dare argue further.
"Call my father. Now." Shen Qianqian pressed her lips into a thin line.
"Right away, Young Mistress."
Upon receiving the call, Shen Mao hurriedly left the office and rushed home.
The company’s recent troubles had left him exhausted, sleepless, and unshaven—his stubble rough and unkempt.
The sight of his daughter’s swollen face shattered his heart. "My precious girl, who hurt you like this? Tell me who did this!"
"Dad, it was that woman again," Shen Qianqian sobbed.
"She had her people beat me up just because I spoke to Lin Xuan a few times. She even threatened that if I ever cross paths with him again, she’d make me wish I were dead."
Once again, she pinned the blame on Su Hua.
In her mind, Lin Xuan’s coldness toward her could only be the work of that seductress.
Shen Mao, however, didn’t realize she was referring to Su Hua, the head of Su Corporation.
Su Hua was famously indifferent to men, and the woman his daughter accused was Lin Xuan’s current girlfriend—how could it possibly be her?
"Dad," Shen Qianqian clutched his hand pleadingly, "give me more men. I need to get revenge."
She wanted absolute certainty.
More manpower would also help track down that vixen’s movements.
She couldn’t wait to capture her and make her suffer.
Shen Mao’s expression darkened.
His daughter had suffered greatly—how could he let this slide?
"Fine," he growled. "I’ll assign more men to you."
"Thank you, Dad!"
A vicious glint flashed in Shen Qianqian’s eyes.
You’ll regret ever crossing me, you fox!
Outside the Shen family villa…
Chen Yu’s grip on the knife was so tight that the blade sliced into her palm, blood dripping steadily onto the ground.
She didn’t even feel the pain.
All she wanted was to plunge the knife into Shen Qianqian—no, slaughter the entire Shen family.
Ruin them. Destroy them.
But…
Chen Yu bit her lip.
Her mother wanted her to live. If she killed them, she’d face execution.
So what could she do?
Powerless and penniless, even filing a lawsuit against Shen Qianqian was hopeless.
Then she remembered Shen Qianqian’s battered state—someone else hated her too.
Someone who knew her identity yet still dared to strike.
A spark ignited in Chen Yu’s eyes.
Could she use this person to make Shen Qianqian pay?
Without hesitation, she hurried away from the villa.
She needed evidence—proof of Shen Qianqian’s crimes.
Two days later…
With nothing pressing to do, Lin Xuan prepared lunch himself and brought it to Su Hua.
At the entrance of Su Corporation, two men in a car monitoring the dark web perked up.
"We’ve finally caught him!"
After days of surveillance, this was the first time they’d spotted their target.
They’d dug into his background.
A student at Qinghua University?
Bullshit. They’d never seen him step foot on campus—what kind of student was he?
Head of Tianmu Corporation?
They’d never seen him at the office either.
A complete hands-off CEO!
Finally, they learned his girlfriend worked at Su Corporation, and he occasionally brought her meals.
So they staked out the building, waiting.
And now, their patience had paid off.
This time, they wouldn’t let him slip away. The bounty was as good as theirs!
Meanwhile, Lin Xuan stepped into Su Corporation.
"Mr. Lin, good afternoon!"
"Here to deliver lunch for President Su again, Mr. Lin?"
"You’re so thoughtful—President Su is truly lucky."
Employees greeted him warmly at every turn.
Their respect wasn’t just because he was Su Hua’s lover. Since their relationship began, the office atmosphere had lightened, workloads eased.
They could only pray the two would stay happy together.
"Where’s Hua?" Lin Xuan spotted Jiang Qing the moment he stepped off the elevator.
"President Su is in her office," Jiang Qing replied.
"Got it."
As Lin Xuan walked toward the office, a group of high-ranking executives in sharp suits approached with documents in hand.
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?"
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
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.”
iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.
