"I feel a bit stuffy in my nose today, probably from internal heat. I asked the butler to brew me some medicine," Lin Xuan casually made up an excuse. He had only one thought—he absolutely couldn’t let Hua Bao find out that this bowl of herbal soup was meant to enhance a man’s… certain performance. Otherwise, where would his dignity as a man go?
"Is that so?"
Su Hua’s eyes sparkled with amusement.
She recognized a few of the herbs in the soup—she had drunk it herself before and knew exactly what it was for.
"If it’s good for Ah Xuan’s… health, then drink more," Su Hua said, her crimson lips curling into a smile.
The more of this soup he drank, the more stamina and enthusiasm he’d have, which meant they could spend even more time in bed together.
Lin Xuan let out a sigh of relief.
Thankfully, Hua Bao bought it.
Su Hua escorted Lin Xuan to school. The driver focused on the road, but behind the partition, the atmosphere was anything but proper.
Su Hua pinned Lin Xuan against the backseat and kissed him possessively.
Last night’s taste of Ah Xuan had been too intoxicating.
Even while working today, his image kept flashing through her mind.
So she abandoned her tasks and returned to Night Garden just to personally drive him to school.
And now, she finally got what she wanted.
The temperature in the backseat rose steadily.
Their clothes became disheveled.
The driver pulled into Qinghua University, parked the car, and waited patiently.
He was already used to Lin Xuan and Su Hua’s antics in the car.
Completely unfazed.
The car remained parked for over five minutes, drawing curious glances from passing students.
Inside, Su Hua left a conspicuous love bite on Lin Xuan’s neck.
She admired her handiwork with satisfaction, her lips curving.
"Ah Xuan, you can go to class now," Su Hua whispered in his ear.
"Alright."
Lin Xuan hastily adjusted his clothes and opened the car door.
"Wait." Su Hua’s voice called out from behind.
Students of Qinghua University watched with gossipy eyes.
"It’s CEO Su! CEO Su is here!"
Many students were visibly excited.
CEO Su had come to send Lin Xuan to school—which meant they were in for another round of public displays of affection.
The "dog food" was overwhelming, but oh so delicious!
Su Hua stepped up to Lin Xuan, her gaze tender. "Ah Xuan’s clothes are a bit messy. Let me fix them for you."
The students stared, mesmerized.
This couple was just too good-looking, wasn’t they?
"They say Su Hua, the head of Su Corporation, is cold and unapproachable, but in front of Lin Xuan, she’s all soft and gentle. This favoritism… Lin Xuan is so lucky," a girl gushed, clutching her heart in envy. "I wonder if I’ll ever meet someone who’s this biased toward me in my lifetime."
A male student muttered sourly, "Who knows where Lin Xuan got such luck to be liked by CEO Su?"
"Lin Xuan started from nothing, earned a fortune writing novels, and founded Skyline Group. He’s already a rising star in the business world. Think you can do that?" The girl shot him a glare.
She wouldn’t tolerate anyone badmouthing her idol, Lin Xuan!
The guy rubbed his nose awkwardly.
Lin Xuan was just too ridiculously talented—who could compare?
The class bell rang.
Su Hua finally released Lin Xuan, her lips curving. "Ah Xuan, I’ll be waiting for you at home tonight."
Lin Xuan headed to class.
A bespectacled man in his thirties, looking every bit the refined scholar, hurried past.
"Wait." Su Hua stopped him.
"Young lady, are you looking for me?" the man asked, puzzled.
"You’re Wang Dong, the programming professor for seniors?"
"That’s me." The professor nodded.
Su Hua smiled. "Hello, I’m Su Hua."
Su Hua?
The head of Su Corporation?
The professor glanced at the Rolls-Royce and had no doubts about her identity.
But why would a business magnate like her seek him out?
This didn’t seem like a friendly visit.
"CEO Su," the professor wiped sweat from his brow, "what can I do for you?"
Su Hua’s smile remained serene. "Ah Xuan is already highly skilled in computer science, and university students need ample personal time. There’s no need to assign so much homework after class, don’t you think?"
The professor’s mind filled with question marks.
Too much homework? What was she talking about?
This was Lin Xuan’s girlfriend, a woman who managed a billion-dollar empire. She wouldn’t say something like this without reason.
There was only one explanation—he was being used as a scapegoat for Lin Xuan.
Rumor had it that Su Hua doted on Lin Xuan excessively. Offending him was out of the question. His only option was to play along.
"Y-Yes, of course. I’ll keep that in mind," the professor stammered, wiping more sweat.
"Then, if you’ll excuse me, I have a class to teach."
Clutching his books, he scurried away.
Su Hua got back into the car, ready to head to the office. As the car neared the university gates, she spotted a woman in a pink dress and heels stepping out of another vehicle.
Su Hua’s eyes narrowed dangerously.
Shen Qianqian.
What was she doing at Qinghua University?
"Stop the car," Su Hua ordered.
The driver braked. "CEO Su, is there something you need?"
Su Hua didn’t answer.
Her cold gaze remained fixed on Shen Qianqian as the woman walked into the university and headed toward the administration building.
Her phone rang.
She answered.
"CEO Su, Shen Qianqian is at Qinghua University. She’s likely there to complete her transfer paperwork," Jiang Qing reported.
"Understood."
Su Hua hung up.
Even from that single word, Jiang Qing could tell Su Hua was in a foul mood.
Tsk.
Shen Qianqian was really digging her own grave deeper.
And this time…
Jiang Qing glanced at the documents in her hand and shook her head. She’d dragged her father down with her too.
After ending the call, Su Hua’s eyes darkened.
It seemed Shen Qianqian still hadn’t given up on Ah Xuan.
These past few days, she’d been too preoccupied with intimate moments with him to personally deal with Shen Qianqian.
Meanwhile, at Starlight Group—
Lin Qingwan entered the chairman’s office.
"Father, Skyline Group’s two movies and two TV series have all passed censorship—all in a single day. We can’t block them through regulatory channels anymore."
Her brows furrowed.
She hadn’t expected Lin Xuan’s so-called girlfriend to have such connections, capable of overriding the Lin family’s influence to get those approvals.
Lin Chang’s expression darkened.
"Father, do you think the cinemas and streaming platforms will also defy us and allow Skyline’s projects to air?"
Lin Qingwan felt uneasy.
Denying them distribution platforms was their last resort.
If even this failed, they’d have no way left to hinder Skyline’s rise in the entertainment industry.
And if Skyline thrived, Lin Xuan would gain even more independence—making it even harder to bring him back to the Lin family.
That was the last thing Lin Qingwan wanted.

ver to a world of cultivation and returned invincible. Modern medicine is child's play compared to elixirs; technological might crumbles before true cultivation. My name is Qin Ning, Earth's sole cultivator!

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?"

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.”

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."