Old Master Su immediately cleared all the servants out of the living room and shut the door. He ordered guards to stand watch outside, forbidding anyone from entering without permission.
Su Hua finally seemed satisfied now that the glaring "lightbulbs" were gone.
"Little bed slave, shall we continue?" Su Hua's gaze remained fixed on Lin Xuan.
"Alright," Lin Xuan resignedly nodded.
Every time Hua Bao had an episode, she became fixated on that kind of thing.
This couldn’t go on.
He had to find a way to cure Hua Bao’s condition as soon as possible—for her health and for the sake of his own kidneys.
The temperature in the living room steadily rose.
Soft, intimate sounds filled the air.
Four hours later...
Lin Xuan exhaled softly as he watched the woman sleeping peacefully in bed.
Finally, it was over.
Her last episode hadn’t been that long ago—why had Hua Bao relapsed so soon?
Lin Xuan wanted to get up and question the bodyguards assigned to Su Hua that day, but the petite woman clinging to his waist made movement impossible. He had no choice but to let it go for now.
The next day, after Su Hua left for work, Lin Xuan immediately sought out the bodyguards for answers.
"Young Master Lin, that day, the CEO went out on business. On the way back, someone shot an arrow at the car with a note attached. After reading it, the CEO... well, she just snapped. I don’t know what was written on it," the bodyguard answered truthfully.
Lin Xuan’s brows furrowed tightly.
"What happened to the note?" he pressed.
"The CEO tore it to shreds and tossed it onto the street," the bodyguard replied.
Lin Xuan pinched the bridge of his nose.
There was no way to know the note’s contents now—unless Hua Bao chose to tell him herself.
Her condition seemed psychological, but she guarded that part of her heart like a fortress. He couldn’t even begin to understand it.
Sigh.
He’d have to take things one step at a time.
For now, he needed to retreat into his own space and search for a way to treat her.
Lin Xuan headed to the company.
"How’s the promotion for War Wolf going?" he asked.
"Thanks to Jiang Shuqin’s smear campaign against you, we managed to turn it into free publicity," Lei Hui said, clearly in high spirits.
She tried to take a bite but ended up choking on it instead.
The Lin family must be fuming by now.
After hearing Lei Hui’s explanation, Lin Xuan nodded approvingly. "Not bad. Minimal cost, maximum exposure."
"I learned from the best," Lei Hui grinned.
"Oh, right," he added. "Boss, someone asked if we’re planning to take the company public."
"No," Lin Xuan said firmly. "Instead, we’ll allocate shares to employees who’ve performed exceptionally or made significant contributions."
From the start, he’d never intended to go public.
Money wasn’t an issue.
Why bother with fundraising?
"Got it," Lei Hui nodded.
"If there’s any paperwork you need me to handle, bring it out now. I’ll take care of it," Lin Xuan said.
Lei Hui gave him a suspicious look.
Since when did the boss volunteer for paperwork? He usually avoided it like the plague.
Still, Lei Hui obediently pulled out a thick stack of documents.
"Boss, please review these and make any necessary corrections," he said with a smile.
"Fine."
Lin Xuan sighed and began flipping through the files.
If it weren’t for the fear of Su Hua suddenly returning, he wouldn’t have hidden at the office like this.
At this rate, his kidneys were going to stage a mutiny.
Lin Xuan finished processing the documents at lightning speed.
Just as he was about to retreat into his office’s private restroom, his hand barely touched the doorknob when—
Dogtail Grass came sniffing around.
The man stared at Lin Xuan with an accusatory glare, as if looking at a heartless scoundrel who’d abandoned his wife and children.
Lin Xuan: "..."
"Why are you looking at me like that?" Lin Xuan rubbed his nose, his confidence wavering.
Dogtail Grass: "Boss, do you realize you’ve gone eight days without updating? Your readers are about to riot!"
And thanks to this hiatus, they’d uncovered all his pseudonyms—eight of them!
Every single one of his pen names had left readers hanging with 4,000-word cliffhangers.
"Boss, they’re demanding updates. If you don’t post soon, they’ll revolt. Mud, rotten eggs—pick your poison," Dogtail Grass warned.
Lin Xuan weakly promised, "I’ll make up for the missed updates tomorrow."
For now, he just needed to shoo Dogtail Grass away and get some sleep.
Only then did Dogtail Grass leave, satisfied.
Lin Xuan sighed in relief. Finally, some peace.
But the moment he pushed open his office door again—
Shao Xingfan popped up.
"Uh, Boss," Shao Xingfan stammered, looking unusually awkward.
Lin Xuan raised an eyebrow.
Why did Shao Xingfan suddenly seem... respectful?
Before, Shao Xingfan had always looked at him with disdain, convinced he was just a useless freeloader living off Su Hua’s wealth. But now, there was actual admiration in his eyes.
The last time they’d met, Lin Xuan had fixed the high-memory issue with King’s Glory.
Had his programming skills won Shao Xingfan over?
The more Lin Xuan thought about it, the more plausible it seemed.
"What is it?" Lin Xuan yawned. He needed that nap.
The recent... activities with Hua Bao had left him utterly drained.
"I have a few coding problems I’d like your help with," Shao Xingfan said.
"Come in."
Lin Xuan sat at his desk and resolved all three issues in under six minutes.
Shao Xingfan gaped at the screen in disbelief.
"That’s it?" His jaw nearly hit the floor.
He’d racked his brain for three days with no solution.
Lin Xuan had done it in six minutes!
Was he even taking this seriously?
Lin Xuan tossed him a USB drive. "Take this and study it yourself."
After shooing Shao Xingfan out, Lin Xuan finally collapsed onto the restroom bed, exhausted but content.
Back in his own office, Shao Xingfan examined Lin Xuan’s solutions.
His eyes widened.
Lin Xuan had actually solved them.
And in just over five minutes!
The man had barely glanced at the problems before typing out the answers.
Just how monstrous were Lin Xuan’s programming skills...?
Meanwhile, Su Hua wrapped up her work early and returned to Night Garden.
"Where’s Ah Xuan?" she asked.
"Young Miss," Butler Wang replied, "Young Master Lin said he went to the company and might return late today."
Su Hua checked the tracking app on her phone and chuckled softly.
Ah Xuan really was at the office.
It seemed he was genuinely afraid she might pounce on him again.
Well then.
She’d let him rest for now.
No need to push him too hard.
his freshman year, Su Bai accidentally bound the "Indulgence Tycoon System." 【Sleeping in? Reward: +$1,000】 【Spent $288 at a street barbecue stall? Cashback: +$2,880】 【Dropped $14,396 on in-game skins? Special reward unlocked: A brand-new Porsche Panamera!】 Luxury cars, penthouses, corporate shares, financial empires… College life was all about living freely and doing whatever he pleased! … When the adorably naive academic genius faced family medical bills and financial struggles, Su Bai waved his hand dismissively: "Your future is on me." "Wuwu~ Big Brother is so good to me! I’ll become a scientist to repay you!" When the genius girl got bullied by a shady professor? Su Bai casually dropped a billion-dollar investment, forcing the university to grovel and beg for her return. A company’s funding chain collapsing? Su Bai smirked—cash was the one thing he’d never run out of. Years later, when people traced the rise of the AI prodigy beauty, who was the man behind her success? Not just that—Su Bai also became the tsundere campus belle’s unattainable dream, the contrast senior’s daily necessity, and the beautiful counselor’s emotional anchor…
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
to panic—he has a system. As long as an investment target dies, he can claim a reward. And since he is immortal, the one thing he has plenty of is time. ... Countless years later. “Immortal Emperor of Longevity? I invested in him.” “Supreme Celestial Venerable? I invested in him.” “Undying Empress? I invested in her.” “...” “Heh. Once they’ve all died, even the Heavenly Dao will have to kneel and call me Dad.”
