Jiang Shuqin fumed with anger, "Lin Xuan is actually playing the victim online now? If he's truly starving and broke, why couldn't he just say so himself?"
She couldn’t believe how gullible people on the internet were, falling right into Lin Xuan’s trap.
"No, I have to post about this. I can’t let those people be fooled," Jiang Shuqin declared, pulling out her phone.
Slap!
Lin Chang struck her across the face again.
Jiang Shuqin’s ears rang from the force of the blow. Lin Chang snatched the phone from her hand and hurled it against the wall. The device shattered upon impact, the screen splintering into pieces as it clattered to the floor.
"Jiang Shuqin, are you still causing trouble? Do you think the Lin family hasn’t been humiliated enough?" Lin Chang roared.
Jiang Shuqin’s heart ached with injustice. Who was she doing all this for?
Wasn’t it for the Lin family?
And yet, he dared to hit her!
"Do you even realize what you’ve done? Just as I was about to sign a contract, a foreign partner saw the mess you stirred up. He called us unethical and canceled the deal!" Lin Chang seethed.
This was a partnership he had worked tirelessly to secure, begging and pleading at every turn—only for it to collapse at the last moment.
"And that’s not all. We’ve already invested tens of millions in promoting our company’s sci-fi film, but because of your stunt, people are now boycotting it!"
"Meanwhile, Lin Xuan’s Skyline Group hasn’t even started promoting Wolf Warrior, and yet, it’s already capturing everyone’s attention!"
People chased after profit.
Theaters, seeing the hype around Wolf Warrior, would undoubtedly ignore his demands and screen it instead.
All his efforts had gone up in smoke.
Now, his only hope lay in the film’s quality. He was confident that their Void would surpass Wolf Warrior in that regard.
"And our currently airing Celestial Love—because of the backlash, its ratings will plummet even further. We’re facing total losses now."
"All of this is because of you, Jiang Shuqin!"
Lin Chang regretted it deeply.
He should have stopped her earlier.
He should never have expected Jiang Shuqin to do anything beneficial for the company.
"It’s really that bad?" Jiang Shuqin muttered in disbelief.
Not only had she failed to teach Lin Xuan and his company a lesson, but she had also ended up giving his film free publicity…
"Wan’er," Jiang Shuqin grabbed Lin Qingwan’s wrist, "Think of something, please. Help me fix this!"
She couldn’t let Lin Xuan benefit from this!
"Mom," Lin Qingwan shook her head, "On the way home, I kept trying to come up with a solution, but there’s nothing we can do."
"At this point, the only option is to stay silent and let time fade the outrage."
Jiang Shuqin paled, collapsing into a chair.
Trembling, she picked up the shattered phone from the floor and opened Weibo. The trending page was flooded with insults—all directed at her.
Fury coursed through her.
What did these people know? They were just fools deceived by Lin Xuan, yet they dared to hurl abuse at her!
Jiang Shuqin began frantically firing back, hurling insults at every critic.
Lin Chang watched her with utter disgust.
"I’m going to handle company matters. Don’t expect me back tonight," he snapped before storming out.
The once-harmonious family had become a battleground of conflicts ever since Lin Xuan left.
Lin Qingwan couldn’t help but think—
This was their retribution.
Their punishment for mistreating Xiao Xuan.
"I’m heading to the company too," Lin Qingwan said, irritation bubbling up. She couldn’t stand being in this house any longer.
Lin Qingyan spoke up next, "I have an event with the crew today. I’m leaving as well."
Lin Qingxiu added, "Lab work for me."
Soon, only Jiang Shuqin and Lin Li remained in the dining room.
Jiang Shuqin was still locked in her online war.
Troll: "Oh, defending Jiang Shuqin so hard? Are you her?"
Jiang Shuqin: "That’s right, it’s me! None of you understand—this is high society. What right do you people, earning a measly few thousand a month, have to judge us?"
Her tone dripped with condescension.
Her profile was filled with posts flaunting her luxurious lifestyle.
Once netizens confirmed her identity, their rage exploded.
They had been manipulated into attacking Lin Xuan, used as pawns in her scheme. Now, they turned their fury on her.
"You bitch! You tricked us into going after Lin Xuan, and now you have the nerve to show your face?"
"Oh, so we earn peanuts, huh? Are we eating your rice? Your company’s celebrities rely on fans like us to survive. Fine, if you don’t need us, we’ll just support Skyline Entertainment’s stars instead!"
Lei Hui, watching the drama unfold, saw an opportunity.
This was perfect.
He needed to escalate it.
Immediately, he contacted Weibo and arranged a free trending topic for Skyline Group:
#StarlightGroup’s Chairwoman Looks Down on Ordinary People#
Nothing infuriated the public more than wealthy elites flaunting their superiority.
The phrase spread like wildfire across platforms.
Calls to boycott Starlight Group’s games and celebrities surged, with fans shifting their support to Skyline’s artists.
Upon closer inspection, many realized Skyline’s talents were promising—worthy of their admiration.
Just like that, Skyline’s stars gained a wave of new fans.
When Lin Chang saw the hashtag, veins bulged on his forehead.
Jiang Shuqin!
That idiot!
She just kept making things worse!
Watching her spew one inflammatory remark after another, Lin Chang’s expression darkened. He snatched his phone and called Butler Wang.
"Go to Jiang Shuqin right now and smash her phone!" His voice was ice-cold.
"Sir, that might not be appropriate," Butler Wang hesitated. "If you have instructions for Madam, I can relay them."
Lin Chang: "Smash it now. And tell her if she has a problem with it, we’re getting a divorce."
Click.
He hung up with force.
Butler Wang had no choice but to comply.
Jiang Shuqin was gearing up for another round of online battles when Butler Wang approached.
"Madam, forgive me."
He seized the phone from her hands.
"Butler Wang, what are you doing?" Jiang Shuqin demanded.
Without a word, Butler Wang raised the device—and smashed it onto the floor.
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
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?"
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
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.”
