Lin Xuan pushed open the door.
The room was pitch black, all the windows covered by curtains, not a single ray of light seeping through.
Su Hua sat on the sofa, exuding an overwhelming sense of isolation, as if she had cut herself off from the world.
Seeing her like this made Lin Xuan’s heart ache.
He stepped forward.
“Hua Bao, it’s me, your Ah Xuan,” Lin Xuan said softly.
Su Hua lifted her gaze, her frost-filled eyes settling on him.
Suddenly, her expression shifted, and she let out a low laugh. “Isn’t this my little bed slave?”
Lin Xuan: “…”
So this is all she remembers when she’s having an episode.
Su Hua rose from the sofa, her red lips brushing against the corner of his mouth. “Little bed slave, serve me well, hmm?”
She captured his lips in a kiss.
The bodyguard, witnessing this, tactfully closed the door behind them.
Lin Xuan had no choice but to obediently wrap his arms around her waist.
Hua Bao was in the middle of an episode.
He had to indulge her.
From an angle Lin Xuan couldn’t see, a triumphant glint flashed in Su Hua’s eyes.
This time, Su Hua was especially wild.
By the end, Lin Xuan was truly drained—not a drop left.
It wasn’t until 3 PM that the two of them finally fell asleep in each other’s arms.
Wang Dahe glanced at his watch. “It’s already 3 o’clock. Why haven’t Xuanzi and President Su gotten up yet?”
Luo Yuan had already guessed what Lin Xuan and Su Hua had been up to the night before.
He chuckled. “Isn’t this normal? Waking up late is to be expected.”
A man and a woman alone together, dry wood meeting fierce flames—of course they’d sleep in.
Another half hour passed before Su Hua and Lin Xuan finally appeared.
Wang Dahe and Luo Yuan immediately stood up from their seats, greeting in unison, “Sister-in-law!”
Su Hua had originally disliked the two of them.
But now, they were calling her “sister-in-law.”
“Hmm.” Su Hua couldn’t suppress the smile tugging at her lips. She extended her hand. “Cheque.”
The bodyguard promptly handed her one.
After filling it out, Su Hua passed one to each of them.
“Since you’re Ah Xuan’s friends, consider this a reward.”
Luo Yuan and Wang Dahe stared at the amount, dumbfounded.
One, ten, hundred, thousand, ten thousand, hundred thousand…
Holy shit.
A million!
“Thank you for your generosity, sister-in-law!”
The two of them grinned from ear to ear.
They had no qualms about accepting the money—Su Hua was the president of Su Corporation, after all. To her, this was mere pocket change.
Su Hua said, “Ah Xuan’s only woman is me. Understood?”
Wang Dahe thumped his chest. “Don’t worry, sister-in-law! We’ll keep an eye on Xuanzi for you. No little tramp will get close to him.”
Luo Yuan nodded vigorously. “Yeah, yeah! I’ll make sure Lin Xuan behaves.”
“Good.” Su Hua’s lips curled in satisfaction.
That two million was well spent.
Lin Xuan, who had been treated as invisible: “…”
Seriously? You two just agreed to spy on me right in front of my face?
So much for brotherhood—you’re just using me as an ATM.
After the meal, Su Hua and Lin Xuan returned to Night Garden.
While scrolling through his phone, Wang Dahe stumbled upon photos of Wang Shiyun getting cozy with various men—flooding the internet.
“Holy crap.” His jaw dropped. “Who did this?”
This was absolutely brilliant.
Soon, he came across a news report about a woman beaten unconscious. Though Wang Shiyun’s face was swollen beyond recognition, Wang Dahe recognized her immediately.
She’d been beaten this badly?
Su Hua’s figure flashed through his mind. Could this be President Su’s doing…?
Wang Dahe gulped.
From now on, he’d better cut back on the casual shoulder pats with Xuanzi. If President Su got jealous, it could be deadly.
Back at Night Garden, Lin Xuan retreated into his workspace to continue editing Sword of Legends.
The next morning, he delivered the finished product to Lei Hui.
Lei Hui blinked in confusion. “Boss, what brings you here?”
It hadn’t been long since his last visit. For the boss to show up again so soon was completely out of character.
Lin Xuan raised a brow. “What, I can’t come to the company?”
Lei Hui gave him a look, leaving the implication unspoken.
Under that gaze, Lin Xuan inexplicably felt guilty.
He tossed a USB drive to Lei Hui.
Lei Hui frowned. “This is…?”
Lin Xuan: “The fully edited Sword of Legends.”
Lei Hui’s eyes nearly bulged out of his skull.
“Boss, you’re saying… Sword of Legends is already done?”
“Yeah.” Lin Xuan nodded. “You can start arranging voiceovers now.”
Lei Hui’s face was a picture of shock. He couldn’t wrap his head around the fact that Lin Xuan had finished editing the series.
Wait.
Hadn’t it only been two days?
How was this possible?
As he began reviewing Sword of Legends, his astonishment only grew.
The special effects were mind-blowing.
Nothing like the cheap, tacky CGI flooding the market…
“This…” Lei Hui stared at Lin Xuan in awe. “Boss, how did you pull this off?”
Lin Xuan casually came up with an excuse. "Hua Bao put together a team of computer geniuses from all over the world. They’ve been working day and night to get this done."
"Having a girlfriend like that is just too good," Lei Hui couldn’t help but say.
If he were the boss, why even bother working hard?
Wouldn’t it be better to just live off her?
Money earned through grueling effort could never compare to the sheer comfort of living the easy life.
Wait—
Thinking of something, Lei Hui’s expression turned resentful again. With the way the boss slacked off, could he even call it "hard work"?
"Yeah, it’s pretty great," Lin Xuan said with a smirk.
The moment Foxtail heard Lin Xuan had come to the company, he stormed straight into the general manager’s office.
Foxtail glared at Lin Xuan, his face full of accusation.
"What’s wrong?" Lin Xuan was baffled. Why did he look like he’d abandoned his wife and kids?
Foxtail gritted his teeth. "Lin Xuan, how dare you act clueless!"
"Have you even seen what your readers are saying? They’re about to revolt!"
He tossed his phone at Lin Xuan.
Lin Xuan picked it up and saw countless readers threatening him—some swore to hunt him down with 180-meter-long blades, while others vowed to lock him in a dark room and whip him with a leather strap if he didn’t write.
Foxtail glared harder. "Boss, no offense, but you used to update hundreds of thousands of words a day. Now you barely manage four thousand, and you keep leaving us on cliffhangers. The other day, you stopped right at the most agonizing part. I thought you’d update the next day, but no—you just went on hiatus!"
Lin Xuan rubbed his nose sheepishly.
Well, he’d been too busy getting tangled up with that little temptress Hua Bao to remember updating.
Foxtail clenched his jaw. "Boss, when are you going to pull yourself together and start updating tens of thousands—no, hundreds of thousands—of words a day 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?"
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.”
e school belle recognized by the whole school, a genius girl from the kendo club. She also has a hidden identity, the youngest legendary demon hunter. Chen Shuo just transmigrated and found himself turned into a weak, helpless little vampire. He was caught by Su Xiyen and taken home at the very beginning. Since then, Chen Shuo's life creed only had two items. "First, classmate Su Xiyen is always right." "Second, if classmate Su Xiyen is wrong, please refer back to item one." Many years later, Chen Shuo, who had turned back into a human, led a pair of twins to appear in front of all the vampires to share the secret of how he turned back into a human. "It's simple, I tricked a female demon hunter into becoming my wife!"
with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!
