Su Hua entered the living room, took off her coat, and casually tossed it onto the sofa before heading toward the dining area.
She had come home a little earlier today, and Lin Xuan was still cooking.
Watching Lin Xuan bustling around in an apron, a faint smile curled at the corners of Su Hua’s lips.
This kind of life… it was truly wonderful.
She walked over and wrapped her arms around Lin Xuan from behind, pressing her cheek against his back. The warmth radiating from him filled her with an indescribable sense of peace.
"Hua Bao, you’re back. Be good and go wash your hands first, then wait at the table. Dinner will be ready soon."
"Mhm." Su Hua nodded but didn’t let go.
Lin Xuan had no choice but to let her cling to him.
This was the last dish.
Once it was stir-fried and plated, Lin Xuan washed his hands and prepared to soothe Su Hua.
But when he turned around, he was met with the sight of Su Hua dressed in a maid outfit and black stockings.
Her slightly curled hair cascaded down, adorned with nothing but a pink hairband.
Her attire was innocent, yet paired with her alluring figure, it exuded a tantalizing charm.
Lin Xuan was stunned.
Su Hua rose onto her tiptoes, her soft arms looping around his neck.
"Do you like how I look, Ah Xuan?"
"It’s… acceptable."
Lin Xuan’s gaze darted away, afraid that if he looked any longer, his nosebleed would betray him.
"As long as Ah Xuan likes it." Su Hua’s crimson lips curved into a smile as she leaned in, her breath warm against his ear.
"Today, I’m your… little maid."
"Master." Her voice dropped to a whisper.
Lin Xuan: "!!!"
In bed, he had called her "Master" before, but this was the first time she had addressed him that way.
The feeling… was incredible.
The bewitching woman’s sweet, seductive voice could melt a person’s bones.
"I’ll take good care of you—your daily needs… and even your… physical desires."
Lin Xuan had a premonition.
His kidneys were about to flee his body by train tonight.
And yet, he was eagerly looking forward to it.
At the dining table.
Su Hua picked up a piece of braised pork with her chopsticks and held it to Lin Xuan’s lips.
"Master, let me feed you."
At first, it was just feeding him with chopsticks, but soon, things took a different turn.
Su Hua settled onto Lin Xuan’s lap, her arms winding around his neck as she pressed her lips to his.
A moment later, she pulled away slightly, panting.
"Master… do you like this little dessert?"
"Mhm." Lin Xuan’s Adam’s apple bobbed.
Su Hua, overwhelmed by passion, kissed his throat, her fingers trailing teasingly down his chest.
Lin Xuan tensed.
This temptress!
"Master can enjoy me to your heart’s content." Su Hua murmured against the corner of his lips.
"Hua Bao, someone might see." Lin Xuan grabbed her mischievous hands.
Damn it!
If this continued, he wouldn’t be able to hold back.
"Don’t worry. I sent everyone away. The whole villa is just the two of us, and the surveillance is off. No one will see no matter what we do here today."
Su Hua leaned back on the dining table, bending slightly forward.
"Master… don’t you want to indulge in me?"
Her low-cut maid outfit left little to the imagination from Lin Xuan’s angle.
Lin Xuan: "!!!"
If he held back any longer, he wouldn’t be a man!
Clatter—
Everything on the table was swept to the floor.
The dining room was soon filled with an intoxicating atmosphere.
That night, Lin Xuan was thoroughly drained.
Dining room, kitchen, living room, bathroom, study…
Meanwhile, Lin Qingxiu had spent a fortune suppressing news about her medical mishap on other platforms.
But what she didn’t know was that the story was spreading like wildfire on Hu Yin.
Lei Hui, aware of the rift between Lin Xuan and the Lin family, had instructed the tech team to tweak the algorithm—ensuring every Hu Yin user would come across Lin Qingxiu’s scandal.
The protagonists were siblings: Lin Qingxiu, the heiress of a top entertainment conglomerate, and Lin Xuan, a rising business star.
The incident involved the medical profession, and the drama was too juicy to ignore.
Lin Qingxiu’s video exploded on Hu Yin. The gossip-loving Chinese netizens, unable to find the story elsewhere, flocked to download Hu Yin just to follow the drama.
This further boosted Hu Yin’s user base.
"General Manager!" A secretary rushed into the office. "Our app downloads have skyrocketed in the last four hours—millions of new users!"
"What’s the reason?" Lei Hui asked, puzzled.
He didn’t recall any recent promotions.
The secretary grinned. "Lin Qingxiu paid to bury her scandal everywhere else. Now, we’re the only platform where people can get the scoop. Users are praising us for not taking bribes to suppress the news!"
"Excellent." Lei Hui nodded, pleased.
This not only tarnished Lin Qingxiu’s reputation but also expanded their user base—a win-win!
Lin Qingxiu had always looked down on Lin Xuan and dismissed Hu Yin as insignificant, assuming its small user base wouldn’t cause a stir.
The next day, she went to the hospital as usual.
But doctors and nurses alike shot her strange glances, whispering among themselves.
"Always acting like some untouchable princess, looking down on everyone. Serves her right for this humiliation."
"Tch. She’s not just embarrassing herself—she’s dragging the hospital’s name through the mud."
"Look at her, shamelessly showing up like nothing happened."
Most of them despised Lin Qingxiu.
At the hospital, she carried herself like the privileged heiress of a billion-dollar empire, bossing around doctors and nurses with an air of superiority.
They had endured her arrogance, fearing retaliation if they spoke up.
But now, with her scandal spiraling out of control, she had bigger problems—and they no longer had to hold back.
Lin Qingxiu’s mind buzzed as she caught snippets of their conversation.
Were they talking about… yesterday’s incident?
How did they know?
"Shut up!" she snapped. "Since when do you get to judge what I do?"
"Oh, Lin Qingxiu, still putting on airs?" A doctor sneered. "You should worry about yourself first. After such a disgrace, you dare act high and mighty?"
"Take a look—your mess is all over the internet."
The doctor waved his phone in her face.

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.”

and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!

] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"

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?"