At this moment, in the CEO's office.
Su Hua couldn't focus on her work at all. She held a pen absentmindedly, lost in thought.
Her mind was filled with one question: Why had Xuan been so distant lately?
Before, he would come to the company to accompany her every two or three days. But now, five days had passed, and he still hadn’t shown up.
Had Xuan fallen for someone else?
Did he think she wasn’t good enough? Had he grown tired of her?
Su Hua’s mood was terrible.
Just then, her phone rang. She was about to decline the call, but when she saw the name "Xuan" on the screen, she hesitated, then pressed accept.
"Xuan."
"Hua Bao? What are you doing?" Lin Xuan’s voice was gentle.
"At the company," Su Hua replied, pressing her lips together.
"Hua Bao, remember to leave work on time tonight. I’ll make your favorite dishes and wait for you at home."
At home… waiting for her.
In the past, Su Hua had always been consumed by work. To her, home was just a cold, empty place.
But now, that home had Xuan in it.
"Mm," Su Hua nodded.
Lin Xuan could sense her mood lifting slightly, and he quietly let out a sigh of relief.
Suddenly, a medical inspiration flashed through his mind.
His eyes lit up.
"Hua Bao, I’ll hang up now. Remember to take breaks while working."
Lin Xuan hastily ended the call and immediately retreated into his space, flipping through an otherworldly medical book.
Listening to the monotonous beeping from her phone, Su Hua’s mood soured even further.
Xuan’s attempt to comfort her this time felt so half-hearted…
She had read in a book that couples go through a "low tide" phase after being together for a while. Was Xuan in that phase now?
Had he grown tired of her?
A chilling aura emanated from Su Hua. She desperately needed to vent.
And the most effective way for her to vent was… to torment someone.
"Shen Qianqian."
Su Hua narrowed her eyes.
She wanted to deal with her now.
Picking up the office phone, she called out, "Jiang Qing, come in."
"President Su." Jiang Qing knocked and entered.
The moment she stepped inside, she felt an icy chill in the air. Then she saw Su Hua’s frosty expression.
Jiang Qing: "???"
Was it her imagination?
Why did it seem like President Su was still furious?
Had even Young Master Lin, the human fire extinguisher, failed this time?
What on earth had happened?
President Su and Young Master Lin hadn’t even argued. Jiang Qing couldn’t fathom what else could have angered her boss this much.
"How may I assist you, President Su?" Jiang Qing asked respectfully.
Su Hua tapped her fingers lightly on the desk. "Are the people Shen Qianqian sent to capture me still nearby?"
"Yes," Jiang Qing nodded. "Shen Qianqian’s men have been keeping watch outside our company’s entrance. They’re probably waiting for you to appear."
Why was President Su suddenly asking about this?
Did that mean she planned to take action against Shen Qianqian?
The thought made Jiang Qing’s eyes gleam.
If true, that would be fantastic.
She had long despised Shen Qianqian.
She couldn’t wait to see how President Su would torment her love rival—no, Shen Qianqian couldn’t even be called a rival, since Young Master Lin didn’t spare her a single glance.
Of course, there was another important point: if President Su vented her anger on Shen Qianqian, then she, Jiang Qing, would be safe.
"If they’re still here, that’s perfect," Su Hua said, her eyes glinting dangerously.
"How do you plan to deal with them, President Su?" Jiang Qing asked curiously.
"First, lure their bodyguards to Emperor’s View Villa and capture them. Then, draw Shen Qianqian there as well," Su Hua instructed.
"Yes, President Su."
Jiang Qing silently lit a metaphorical candle for Shen Qianqian in her heart.
President Su was in a foul mood.
This time, Shen Qianqian had walked straight into the line of fire.
Su Hua walked out of Su Corporation alone.
Her breathtaking beauty caught the attention of a man named Wang You, who was sitting on a flower bed curb, munching on a steamed bun.
"Brother Chen, it’s—it’s…"
Wang You, the bodyguard, nearly choked on his bun in excitement, his words stumbling as he pointed at Su Hua.
"What’s with the stuttering? Can’t you speak properly?" Chen Fang glared at him.
"Brother Chen, look! It’s the woman the young mistress wants us to capture—she’s here!" Wang You was so thrilled he could cry.
After more than twenty days, they had finally caught sight of her!
This was too good to be true.
Chen Fang initially thought Wang You was joking and decided that if this was a prank, he’d teach him a lesson later.
But when he followed Wang You’s finger and saw Su Hua, his eyes lit up.
It really was her!
"We have to capture her this time! Let’s finish this mission quickly!"
Chen Fang grabbed his walkie-talkie. "Target spotted. Everyone, move in."
"License plate YA12345. Don’t lose her."
If they failed again, they’d have to keep lurking here for who knows how many more days—and endure the young mistress’s scolding.
Unbeknownst to them, a few inconspicuous cars were tailing them from behind. Meanwhile, at Emperor’s View Villa, a group of shadow guards had already taken positions in advance.
Shen Qianqian’s men followed Su Hua’s car relentlessly.
Chen Fang puffed on a cigarette and grinned. "Aside from how hard it was to track her down, this mission’s a piece of cake."
"Yeah, the young mistress hates this woman so much. Once we succeed, she’ll reward us handsomely."
The bodyguards could already picture Shen Qianqian showering them with money.
They burst into loud laughter.
Su Hua’s car entered a secluded villa with no fencing. The moment she stepped out, they surrounded her.
Chen Fang and Wang You got a close look at Su Hua’s stunning, porcelain-like face, and their eyes glazed over.
Her photos had already been striking, but in person, her beauty was downright mesmerizing.
And her skin—it was as flawless as fine china.
It must feel incredible to touch.
"Brother Chen, this woman would be a real treat," Wang You licked his lips, his gaze ravenous as he stared at Su Hua.
Chen Fang couldn’t tear his eyes away from her exquisite features.
Beautiful!
Unbelievably beautiful!
"Brother Chen, why don’t we have some fun with her first before reporting to the young mistress?" Wang You suggested.
"Fine by me."
Chen Fang nodded.
"Sweetheart, we’ll make sure you enjoy this."
They lunged at Su Hua.
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.”
ine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】 【You rely on each other, becoming each other's support】 【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl's eyes fades】 …… 【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】 【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】 【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】 【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】 …… One simulation after another, one encounter after another. Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: "Wait, you said you're coming to the real world to find me?"
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?"
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
