Su Hua's previously softened expression turned cold once more.
She deeply disliked hearing the name Qin Ruoyao from Lin Xuan's lips.
"She's mentally unstable and in a psychiatric hospital," Su Hua replied, pressing her lips together.
Lin Xuan frowned.
If she had truly lost her mind and become a madwoman, his plans would be ruined.
"Hua Bao, is she constantly insane, or...?" Lin Xuan pressed.
"Occasionally. She's usually lucid," Su Hua answered, her tone growing icier.
"That's perfect," Lin Xuan's eyes lit up.
As long as she wasn't completely mad, his scheme could still proceed.
Su Hua's beautiful eyes darkened with suspicion—just what was Xuan planning?
"Hua Bao, Lin Li's wedding to another woman is in just over two weeks. Could you arrange for Qin Ruoyao to see the first half of the ceremony?" Lin Xuan asked.
Why not the latter half?
Simple—he wanted Qin Ruoyao to witness Lin Li's happiness. The later scenes, where he himself would make an appearance and Lin Li's fortunes would take a grim turn, were better kept hidden from her.
"Xuan, what exactly are you scheming?" Su Hua narrowed her eyes.
"Hua Bao, I want Qin Ruoyao to see how happy Lin Li is. Since Lin Li is one of the people who ruined her, it’ll torment her. Even in that psychiatric hospital, I don’t want her to have it easy," Lin Xuan explained.
Of course, he left out part of his plan.
Seeing Lin Li’s happiness while she suffered would surely twist Qin Ruoyao’s mind.
Later, when the time was right—preferably after Lin Li had lost everything—he could release Qin Ruoyao from the hospital and let her confront him. That would be... entertaining.
"So that's it," Su Hua's lips curled in satisfaction. "I thought you pitied Qin Ruoyao or wanted to reunite with your old flame."
Lin Xuan: "!!!"
Damn!
Where did Hua Bao get that idea?
That was the last thing he wanted.
In the past, he’d defied Su Hua repeatedly for Qin Ruoyao’s sake, and Su Hua had always reacted strongly to any mention of them.
If she truly believed he still had feelings for Qin Ruoyao, it would spell trouble.
"Hua Bao."
Lin Xuan cupped the back of Su Hua’s head and pulled her close, sealing her lips with his own.
Their kiss was deep, intoxicating.
Only after a long moment did Lin Xuan finally pull away.
"Hua Bao, don’t overthink it," he murmured soothingly. "I don’t have a shred of feeling left for Qin Ruoyao. My heart belongs only to you now."
"And if I still cared for her, I wouldn’t have exposed her affair with Lin Li or let Luo Yuan trick her."
"Mm." Su Hua nodded, though a flicker of regret stirred within her.
"Phew—"
Seeing the coldness fade from Su Hua’s face, Lin Xuan finally exhaled in relief.
This crisis, at least, had been averted.
"Hua Bao, one more thing," Lin Xuan asked curiously. "How did you know I was at the police station?"
Su Hua chuckled lightly. "Xuan, have you forgotten? I installed tracking on you."
Damn!
How could he have overlooked that?
Wherever he went, Su Hua could locate him with a glance at the tracker.
"Hua Bao, it’s getting late. Let’s head back," Lin Xuan suggested.
"Alright."
Su Hua’s expression remained calm.
Back at Night Garden, Su Hua nestled in Lin Xuan’s arms as he fed her, the two sharing a sweet, intimate dinner.
Later, Butler Wang pulled Lin Xuan aside.
"Master Lin," he whispered conspiratorially, "did you and the young mistress have a disagreement? Or... did you upset her?"
Lin Xuan frowned. "There was a minor issue, but it’s resolved now."
"Are you sure?" Butler Wang still looked puzzled.
If nothing was wrong, why had the young mistress instructed him to prepare chains in their bedroom?
Yet Lin Xuan seemed sincere.
Besides, if there were real tension, the two wouldn’t have been so affectionate during dinner, nor would Su Hua have been so composed.
Perhaps it was just a lovers’ game.
Butler Wang smiled knowingly.
Ah, youth.
Chains, no less! He’d also overheard Su Hua telling Secretary Jiang she wouldn’t be going to the office for the next three days, and that unless urgent, Secretary Jiang shouldn’t visit Night Garden.
Clearly, the young mistress planned to indulge in romantic games during that time.
"Butler Wang, why do you ask?" Lin Xuan pressed.
"Oh, nothing serious. Just making conversation," Butler Wang replied cheerfully.
"Master Lin, wait here a moment."
He returned from the kitchen carrying a bowl of fortifying tonic.
Lin Xuan recognized the scent and frowned.
Wasn’t this the invigorating soup?
But usually, he only drank it the day after he and Su Hua were intimate.
Besides, wasn’t Su Hua on her period?
They wouldn’t be doing anything—he shouldn’t need this.
Maybe it wasn’t the same tonic, just something with similar ingredients.
"Butler Wang, this is...?" Lin Xuan hesitated.
Butler Wang beamed. "Master Lin, don’t you remember? This is the tonic you often drink—made with angelica root, deer antler, and other potent herbs."
It really was the invigorating soup!
Lin Xuan grimaced. "Butler Wang, I don’t think I need this."
"Master Lin, just drink it. Trust me, you’ll thank me later," Butler Wang insisted.
He had no intention of revealing Su Hua’s chain preparations.
If this was a surprise, he wouldn’t spoil it.
Without the tonic, how would Lin Xuan last three days?
And the longer he endured, the better the chances of a little heir or heiress, no?
Lin Xuan still resisted. "Butler Wang, I really—"
"Master Lin, I spent hours brewing this. If you refuse, you’re insulting me," Butler Wang feigned offense.
"Fine, fine. I’ll drink it."
Not wanting to disrespect Butler Wang’s kindness—the man had always treated him well since he moved into Night Garden—Lin Xuan reluctantly accepted the bowl.
Tilting his head back, he downed the tonic in a few gulps.
Butler Wang smiled approvingly at the empty bowl.
"Master Lin, give it your all these three days. You can do it!" He even mimicked the trendy "fighting" gesture popular among youngsters.
Lin Xuan blinked in confusion.
Three days? Give it his all?
What exactly was he supposed to do?
Just as he opened his mouth to ask, Su Hua walked into the dining room.
reezy rom-com) Good news: Jiang Liu is quite the ladies' man. Bad news: He’s lost his memory. Lying in a hospital bed, Jiang Liu listens to a parade of goddesses spouting "absurd claims," feeling like the world is one giant game of Werewolf. "Jiang Liu, I’m your first love." "Jiang Liu, you’re my boyfriend—she’s your ex." "Jiang Liu, we’re close friends who’ve shared a bed, remember?" "Jiang Liu, I want to have your baby." The now-lucid Jiang Liu is convinced this must be some elaborate scam... until someone drops the bombshell: "The day before you lost your memory, you confessed your feelings—and got into a relationship." Jiang Liu is utterly baffled. So... who the hell is his actual girlfriend?! ... Before recovering his memories, Jiang Liu must navigate this minefield of lies and sincerity, fighting to protect himself from these women’s schemes. But things spiral even further out of control as more people show up at his doorstep—each with increasingly unhinged antics. On the bright side, the memories he lost due to overwhelming trauma seem to be resurfacing. Great news, right? So why are they all panicking now?
esick Sect? Well, at least it's considered a respectable orthodox sect. Wait a minute— What kind of vibe are you all giving off? Shouldn’t this be a love-struck, romance-obsessed sect? Why does everyone here sound more like demonic cultivators? "Master, today he’s getting married. This disciple wishes to descend the mountain and crash the wedding, then toy with him to death right in front of his wife..." "Elder, I only got into your sect through connections, so why won’t you teach me anything?" "Because I also became an elder through connections." Thankfully, Su Ji was just an outer sect labor disciple. Surely, nothing too crazy would— "Junior Brother, you’ve broken through to Qi Refining. Once you sever your useless spiritual root, you can officially become an outer sect disciple." "The Great Dao is merciless. Don’t let a worthless spiritual root waste your essence and spirit, hindering your cultivation." Is this really the Lovesick Sect? ... Three years later, Su Ji sat in the seat of the Lovesick Sect’s sect master, sighing with emotion. His rise to this position all started when his junior sister adamantly insisted on preserving his "spiritual root." "Mmm... Senior Brother, what’s our relationship now?" "Stop talking. Keep going." "By the way, that newly promoted top-tier sect—didn’t they come to buy our Love Beans?" "One top-grade spirit stone per Love Bean—is that really so expensive?" "I suspect they’ve eaten too many Love Beans." "Now they’re lovesick." Well, this really is the Lovesick Sect after all.
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
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.
