Lin Xuan frowned.
A diary?
He had actually forgotten about that.
As a child, he had written daily entries so that if his parents ever found him, they would know about his past. The habit had stuck with him over the years.
Looking back now, it all seemed ridiculous. The Lin Family couldn’t care less about the life he had lived. All those diaries were just a waste of effort.
He never expected that notebook would end up in Lin Qingyan’s hands.
And Lin Qingwan’s sudden change in attitude toward him? Most likely because of the diary too.
Lin Xuan regretted not destroying it before leaving. At least then he wouldn’t have to endure the Lin Family’s nauseating displays of remorse.
"Xiao Xuan, that cake you sent… I had it a few days ago. It was delicious."
Lin Qingyan’s eyes brimmed with tears. "Xiao Xuan, I know everything you’ve done for me now. Second Sister was wrong. I’m sorry. I just want to tell you—Xiao Xuan, I’m sorry."
Lin Xuan felt nothing but cold irony.
Not a shred of emotion stirred in him.
In this life, he had left the Lin Family early—that was the only reason they were here groveling now.
In his past life, he had spent every moment trying to win their favor. And what had he gotten in return? Nothing but endless scorn.
Now? He didn’t need their so-called "family love."
"Xiao Xuan, come back to the Lin Family. Let Second Sister make it up to you, okay?" Lin Qingyan pleaded.
These past few days had been torture for her.
She truly wanted to make amends.
"Lin Qingyan," Lin Xuan’s voice was icy, "don’t you find your own hypocrisy disgusting?"
"Xiao Xuan..."
Lin Qingyan looked at him in anguish.
"Lin Qingyan, I’m doing just fine. If you really want to ‘make it up’ to me, then stay out of my life." His tone was merciless.
"If Second Miss Lin came here just to spout nonsense, then I’m afraid I’ll have to excuse myself."
As Lin Xuan turned to leave, Lin Qingyan quickly raised her voice. "Xiao Xuan! I came today to talk to you about the TV drama!"
Lin Xuan paused, arching a brow.
Now this was interesting.
He was curious to see what tricks Starlight Group had up their sleeves.
"These past few days, Dad has been mobilizing celebrities to heavily promote Heavenly Fairy Fate. Ads are being rolled out across all platforms. Once it airs, it’ll dominate all discussions and viewership. Xiao Xuan, your company’s drama won’t stand a chance."
"Xiao Xuan, you should change your drama’s airing schedule now. I’m worried you’ll lose everything."
"That’s none of your concern."
Lin Xuan stood by the roadside, occasionally glancing at his watch. Su Hua should be arriving soon.
Before long, a Rolls-Royce pulled up in front of him.
Lin Qingyan’s brows knitted together.
Was this so-called girlfriend of his inside?
Big Sister had said it was because of this woman’s influence that Xiao Xuan refused to return to the Lin Family.
She wanted to see just what kind of vixen this was!
Lin Xuan opened the door and slid into the backseat.
Su Hua’s profile flashed past Lin Qingyan’s line of sight—and her pupils constricted sharply.
Su Hua, the head of the Su Corporation?
Why did this woman’s face look so much like hers?
Lin Qingyan shook her head. Someone of Su Hua’s status would never look twice at Xiao Xuan.
It had to be a coincidence. There was no way it was really her.
Recalling Lin Xuan’s earlier attitude, her expression darkened.
Big Sister was right.
They needed to crush Skyline Group. Only then would Xiao Xuan return to the Lin Family—and break free from this woman’s influence.
Starlight Group.
Lin Qingwan rushed into the chairman’s office.
"Dad, we have a problem."
Lin Chang was leisurely sipping his tea. "What’s wrong?"
"Dad, Lake TV just rejected our drama." Lin Qingwan’s face was grim.
Lin Chang froze.
"What do you mean? We already had an agreement! Heavenly Fairy Fate was supposed to air in their prime-time slot!"
This was the first time one of their dramas had been rejected—let alone a major production like Heavenly Fairy Fate, which everyone had high hopes for.
Lin Qingwan replied, "Lake TV said they’ve made other arrangements. And when I checked their official blog, they announced they’ll be airing Sword and Fairy instead."
"What kind of drama is that?" Lin Chang’s frown deepened.
Skyline Group had never publicly announced Sword and Fairy, so he had no idea it belonged to Lin Xuan’s company.
At this, Lin Qingwan’s expression grew even more troubled. "Dad, I asked around at Lake TV. They said… it’s Skyline Group’s drama."
"What?!"
Lin Chang’s face turned livid. "That’s Skyline Group’s drama?!"
"Dad," Lin Qingwan’s voice was laced with worry, "for Lake TV to drop Heavenly Fairy Fate and pick Sword and Fairy… does that mean it’s really that good?"
Lin Chang scoffed. "Better than Heavenly Fairy Fate? Impossible. Lin Xuan must have pulled some strings to force Lake TV into airing his show."
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u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
ither go to a cultivation world where a single sword strike can defeat ten thousand enemies. Or they travel back to historical dynasties to alter history and wield imperial power. At the very least, they'd go back a few decades to get rich using their future knowledge and build a harem. Who the hell would transmigrate here!
't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.
