"Yes, Mistress."
The bodyguard immediately tied Wang Shiyun to a pillar.
Su Hua stared at Wang Shiyun, her eyes burning with fury.
When she had heard that Lin Xuan was seducing another woman, she couldn’t help but want to lock him away in a dark room.
She couldn’t bear to hurt her beloved Lin Xuan, so she suppressed the rage festering inside her.
Now, Wang Shiyun—the woman Lin Xuan had seduced—naturally became her punching bag.
Thud!
Su Hua’s fist slammed into Wang Shiyun’s face.
"Aaaaaah—!"
Wang Shiyun’s screams tore through the air.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
Blow after blow rained down on her body.
As Su Hua watched, scenes from the past flashed through her mind—Lin Xuan pursuing Qin Ruoyao, his gentle smiles, his devotion.
The fury in her eyes deepened, a crimson hue staining her gaze.
Lin Xuan was her light.
And these women—they dared to try and steal him from the darkness of her world.
Hah.
As if she would ever allow that.
Murderous intent coiled in Su Hua’s heart.
If she killed them, they would never have the chance to take Lin Xuan from her.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
Her fists kept striking, relentless. At first, Wang Shiyun’s screams were loud, desperate.
But slowly, they grew weaker, fainter.
Her body was a mess of blood and bruises.
Her arms hung limp, lifeless.
Yet the bloodlust in Su Hua showed no sign of fading.
"Damn it! The Mistress isn’t in a good state," one bodyguard muttered, sharp-eyed. "She might be on the verge of another episode."
With Lin Xuan absent, Su Hua couldn’t afford to lose control now.
Another bodyguard spoke up, "I’ll contact Secretary Jiang—see if she has a solution."
He quickly pulled out his phone and called Jiang Qing.
Jiang Qing pondered the situation.
Then, an idea struck.
"Here’s what you do…" She relayed a method to calm Su Hua down.
"Got it," the bodyguard nodded.
"But most importantly," Jiang Qing added, "if my method doesn’t work, bring Lin Xuan over immediately."
"Understood."
The bodyguard hung up, frowning.
Would this really work?
Well, desperate times called for desperate measures.
They had to try.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
The sickening sound of fists striking flesh continued.
Hesitant, the bodyguard approached. "Mistress…"
Su Hua paused, her bloodthirsty gaze snapping to him.
He swallowed hard. "Mistress, it’s getting late. Shouldn’t you return? If Lin Xuan can’t find you, he might worry."
Su Hua’s eyes flickered. The bloodlust in them slowly receded.
Lin Xuan would worry…
Right.
She had come to deal with Wang Shiyun without telling him. He was waiting for her.
Su Hua peeled off her white gloves.
"Break one of her arms, dump her on the street, and leak her scandalous information online," she ordered coldly. "I want her ruined."
If Wang Shiyun dared to seduce her Lin Xuan, she would suffer a fate worse than death.
When Su Hua returned to Purple River Manor, she didn’t go to Lin Xuan immediately. Instead, she locked herself in a room.
Her mind was a storm of betrayal and bloodlust, yet flashes of Lin Xuan’s gentle, handsome face kept surfacing.
She sank onto the sofa, closing her eyes.
Only thoughts of Lin Xuan could barely suppress the fury inside her. She knew she was slipping again—she couldn’t go to him.
She feared losing control, feared hurting him.
One hour passed. Then two. Then three.
Su Hua still hadn’t emerged.
"It seems the Mistress’s condition is worsening," a bodyguard muttered. "We should fetch Lin Xuan."
Only he could pull her back from the brink.
Knock! Knock! Knock!
The sharp rapping jolted Lin Xuan awake.
Frowning, he glanced at the clock. Who was knocking in the middle of the night?
He reached out instinctively to cover Su Hua’s ears—only to freeze.
Where is she?
Lin Xuan scanned the room, then hastily threw on his sleepwear and yanked the door open.
Su Hua’s bodyguard stood there, tense.
"Where’s Su Hua?" Lin Xuan demanded.
"Young Master Lin," the bodyguard said urgently, "the Mistress—she might be having another episode. You’re the only one who can help her, so I—"
Before he could finish, Lin Xuan’s expression darkened. "Where is she?"
"The Mistress locked herself in a room. Please, come quickly."
By now, Su Hua had finally suppressed the storm inside her.
Just as she opened the door, she heard footsteps approaching—Lin Xuan’s voice, questioning the bodyguard about her condition.
"An episode, huh?" she murmured.
Memories of her past breakdowns surfaced—little bed slave…
A spark of excitement flickered in her eyes.
Maybe it’s time to try it out.
She returned to the bed and sat down.
"Young Master Lin, the Mistress is in this room," the bodyguard said respectfully.
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
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.
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."
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?!
