Shao Xingfan was utterly amazed by this game. In this world, gaming technology was still quite backward—there had never been a game with such high interactivity, autonomy, and competitiveness.
Shao Xingfan became completely absorbed, reluctant to leave.
He returned to his office and continued developing the game.
Meanwhile, Jiang Qing brought the two bodyguards back to Tianmu Group.
As Lei Hui was leaving the company, he ran into Jiang Qing at the entrance.
"Secretary Jiang," Lei Hui said, bewildered. "What’s this about...?"
Hadn’t she taken them away earlier?
Why were they now tied up and escorted back?
Jiang Qing replied, "President Su instructed us to return them to that office, making Young Master Lin believe they were never taken away. Also, don’t let him know I was here."
"Got it," Lei Hui nodded.
"Then I’ll leave it to you, President Lei," Jiang Qing said with a slight bow.
After taking the two bodyguards back to the office, Lei Hui followed Lin Xuan’s method and tied their feet again.
He then called his daughter.
"Sweetheart, Daddy still has work to do at the company. Be good at home and listen to your cousin, okay?"
After hanging up, Lei Hui dragged a chair to the door of Lin Xuan’s office and sat down.
He intended to wait for Lin Xuan to return and ask about his relationship with President Su.
He absolutely wasn’t just there for gossip.
Absolutely not!
He was merely ensuring Jiang Qing didn’t take the bodyguards away to use them against the boss.
If it turned out the boss had no connection with President Su or Secretary Jiang, he’d have to report everything that happened today.
Lei Hui had assumed he’d uncover some juicy details about Lin Xuan and Su Hua that very night.
But Lin Xuan never showed up.
Instead, he sent a message:
**[You can let them go now.]**
Lei Hui: "..."
He’d waited nearly an hour for this? Just this?
*@&%￥#**&*
After returning to Yeyuan, Su Hua sat at the dining table but only picked at her dinner, her appetite gone.
She then took a bath and changed into a pure white lace nightgown.
Outwardly, she crossed her legs elegantly, reclining on the sofa as she flipped through *The Art of War*.
But her mind was already wandering far away.
Every so often, her gaze drifted to the clock on the wall.
Butler Wang noticed Su Hua’s glances and chuckled, shaking his head.
If Young Master Lin didn’t return soon, the young miss would practically turn into a "longing stone."
People said relationships grew dull over time, but this young couple seemed inseparable—never tiring of each other, only growing closer.
All that was left was for them to marry and have children. Then his life would truly be complete.
Butler Wang’s eyes brimmed with warmth.
Another twenty minutes passed.
Finally, footsteps echoed from outside. Su Hua knew Lin Xuan’s steps well—she recognized them instantly.
Pretending not to notice, she kept her eyes on the book.
"Hua Bao," Lin Xuan called out.
Only then did Su Hua act as though she’d just realized he was back.
"Ah Xuan, you’re back." She closed the magazine and stood, as if she hadn’t been anxiously waiting moments ago.
Her eyes, as always, softened with affection as she subtly checked Lin Xuan for any signs of injury.
Relief washed over her when she saw none.
"Young Master Lin," Butler Wang smiled. "You’ve finally returned. Without you here, the young miss barely ate."
"Ah Xuan, I just didn’t have much appetite," Su Hua admitted casually.
She walked to Lin Xuan, stood on her tiptoes, and whispered by his ear with a playful smile, "The food tastes best when Ah Xuan feeds me—especially like last time in the office, when you fed me… with your mouth… right in front of Assistant Shao."
Lin Xuan: "..."
Why were such inappropriate images flashing through his mind?
He must be overthinking it. Hua Bao couldn’t possibly mean that.
"How much did Hua Bao eat tonight?" Lin Xuan frowned at Butler Wang.
"Just one oyster and a few greens," Butler Wang answered truthfully.
"That’s not enough."
Lin Xuan’s brow furrowed deeper.
"Hua Bao, I’m hungry too. Keep me company while I eat."
He took Su Hua’s delicate hand and led her back to the dining table, resuming his role as her feeder.
Perhaps influenced by Su Hua’s earlier words, Lin Xuan’s mind wandered as he watched her lips part around an oyster.
*Damn it!*
What was he thinking?
Flustered, he averted his gaze—but Su Hua noticed.
Her eyes sparkled with amusement. "What’s Ah Xuan looking at?"
"Uh, nothing," Lin Xuan dodged.
"Ah Xuan must be hungry too. Let me feed you," Su Hua said softly.
*Feed?*
*Like… that kind of feed?*
Lin Xuan tensed.
But Su Hua simply picked up an oyster and brought it to his lips.
Lin Xuan exhaled.
Just a normal feeding, then.
He wasn’t sure if he was relieved or disappointed.
After dinner:
"By the way, Hua Bao, I brought two people back. I’d like to send them to the Shadow Guards for training. Is that alright?" Lin Xuan asked.
Cheng Da and Cheng Er’s skills were limited, and Su Hua’s Shadow Guards had their own rigorous methods.
They’d be perfect for refining the two.
"If Ah Xuan wants my help, there’s a price," Su Hua murmured, her eyes glinting with mischief.
She signaled Butler Wang, who promptly ushered the servants out of the dining room.
Lin Xuan remembered the last two times he’d asked for Su Hua’s help—she’d demanded he *pleasure her with his body*...
Before he could dwell on it, the stunning woman settled onto his lap, her soft arms looping around his neck.
"Does Ah Xuan know what to do?" Su Hua’s lips brushed the corner of his mouth, their breaths mingling.
Whenever Su Hua searched for Lin Xuan, dark thoughts crept in—*Lock him away. Then no one can take him, endanger him, or steal him from me.*
The urge clawed at her relentlessly.
Only after his call to Jiang Qing did it ease slightly.
But it wasn’t enough.
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!"
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.”
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.
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?"
