Jiang Qing was utterly baffled.
Why would President Su hire a dance instructor?
President Su didn’t even care about her cousins or other relatives, so it was highly unlikely she’d hire a teacher for them.
As for hiring one for herself—that was even more improbable.
"President Su, why are you hiring a dance instructor?" Jiang Qing asked, puzzled.
Su Hua: "I want to learn to dance."
Jiang Qing: "???"
President Su… learning to dance?
What was going on?
Su Hua tapped her fingers lightly on the desk, her crimson lips curving into a smile. "I’ll perform for Xuan. I looked it up—men love watching women dance."
It’d be a fun little flirtation.
Jiang Qing: "..."
So that was the reason.
Great.
President Su’s lovesickness was beyond cure.
"President Su," Jiang Qing suggested, "Actually, classical jazz dance has more charm and is better at seducing men."
Su Hua frowned.
Was that true?
She picked up her phone and glanced at a video, her lips quirking.
This did look quite good.
"Arrange it," Su Hua ordered.
"Right away, I’ll get it done."
As Jiang Qing was about to leave, Su Hua suddenly added, "Double your bonus this month. Go inform accounting yourself."
Jiang Qing reminded her, "President Su, you already promised me double this month."
Su Hua: "Then triple it."
"Got it!" Jiang Qing couldn’t hide her delight. "Thank you, President Su!"
Jiang Qing had her team clear out an empty room next to the CEO’s office and turned it into a dance studio.
The classical jazz instructor was on standby at all times.
Whenever Su Hua wasn’t busy, she’d practice. Her body was naturally flexible, and she had a strong aptitude—just the first day of practice showed remarkable progress.
Jiang Qing watched Su Hua dance from the sidelines.
She couldn’t help but think: With President Su’s alluring, seductive moves, what man could resist?
Young Master Lin would probably be completely spellbound.
Tsk, tsk.
He’d end up tangled in bed with President Su again.
Meanwhile, on Wang Ba’s side—after waiting impatiently for over two days—Lin Xuan finally arrived.
"Second Master, the person you’ve been waiting for is here," a subordinate rushed in to report.
"He’s here?"
Wang Ba’s eyes lit up. Finally!
He strode out to greet Lin Xuan.
"Boss," Wang Ba said with a cheerful grin, his attitude respectful. Though Lin Xuan had only taken over their gang a few days ago and rarely showed up, the development strategies he’d proposed had already brought significant progress.
Not to mention, using the alias "Dr. Free Wanderer" to heal people had also brought the gang plenty of resources.
Who knew their boss was so versatile? Skilled in computers, martial arts, sharpshooting, and even medicine to a godlike level.
They’d really struck gold.
At this point, Wang Ba had no complaints about Lin Xuan being their leader.
Being second-in-command wasn’t bad either.
"Call me ‘Young Master Lin’ in front of Lin Li later, not ‘Boss,’" Lin Xuan instructed.
If Lin Li found out he was the leader of the Golden Dragon Gang, it might cause unnecessary trouble. He didn’t want to deal with that.
"Understood," Wang Ba nodded.
Soon, Wang Ba noticed the dark circles under Lin Xuan’s eyes and asked curiously, "Boss, what have you been up to these past few days? You look like you’ve been drained dry by a seductress."
Lin Xuan paused mid-step, giving Wang Ba a deadpan look.
Wasn’t that exactly what happened? Hua’er, that little temptress, had sucked him dry.
He had no idea how a woman could be more obsessed with that than a man—and so skilled at teasing him too. It was downright unnatural!
"Spending time with my girlfriend. What do you think?" Lin Xuan said dryly.
Wang Ba: "..."
So the boss had been… with President Su this whole time?
Damn!
Why did it feel like he was being shown off to?
Wang Ba and Lin Xuan entered the basement together.
Lin Li was still tied to a wooden post.
The Golden Dragon Gang had been treating him well—feeding him good food and drink—all to ensure he’d last longer for their… entertainment.
When Lin Li saw Lin Xuan, his pupils shrank. "You! Lin Xuan!"
Lin Xuan casually took a seat in a chair.
Wang Ba stepped forward, massaging Lin Xuan’s shoulders. "Bos—uh, Young Master Lin, I’ve learned some massage techniques. How does this feel?" he asked obsequiously.
"Not bad," Lin Xuan nodded.
Wang Ba grinned. "Glad you like it, Young Master Lin."
Lin Li frowned, watching Wang Ba fawn over Lin Xuan.
What the hell was going on?
Why was Wang Ba acting so subservient to Lin Xuan?
"Long time no see, little brother," Lin Xuan said, crossing his legs with a smirk.
"Lin Xuan! You actually paid the Black Tiger Gang to deal with me?" Lin Li glared.
Lin Xuan raised a brow. "What, you can hire them to come after me, but I can’t do the same to you?"
Lin Li clenched his fists.
"What do you plan to do to me?" he gritted out.
Lin Xuan smiled. "Oh, just return the favor—with interest."
If Lin Xuan was planning to do to him what he’d tried to do to Lin Xuan…
Realization dawned, and Lin Li’s face paled.
His… thing was already gone.
If Lin Xuan tried to remove it, he’d find out.
And if that got exposed…
During his time abroad, Lin Li had calmed down enough to realize the kidnapping probably wasn’t Lin Xuan’s doing.
If it had been, Lin Xuan would’ve flaunted his… condition to the world by now.
Lin Xuan smirked. "I’ll make sure you suffer. And, of course, turn you into a eunuch."
"Lin Xuan! You can’t do this to me!" Lin Li shouted, frantic. "Mom and Dad adore me! If you hurt me, they’ll never take you back!"
Lin Xuan chuckled darkly. "You really think I give a damn about Lin Chang and Jiang Shuqin? After how the Lin family treated me, you think I’d ever want to go back?"
Lin Li’s face twisted with fury.
True—Lin Xuan didn’t need the Lin family. Not when he had Su Hua backing him.
She’d helped him build Skyline Corporation. With her support, he’d probably surpass the Starlight Group soon.
He’d originally hired the Black Tiger Gang to cut off Lin Xuan’s… assets, ensuring Su Hua would lose interest.
But it backfired.
Not only was Lin Xuan unharmed—he was the one captured!
He couldn’t stand losing to Lin Xuan like this.
When Lin Xuan cut ties with the family, he thought he’d won everything. But then Lin Xuan latched onto Su Hua.
Now, he was the one being trampled underfoot!
"Lin Li, enjoy the hospitality," Lin Xuan said with a wicked grin.
"Wang Ba, what special… entertainment does the Golden Dragon Gang have?"
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.
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."
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!
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
