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.
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?
Heart] Chen Yi traversed the cultivation world for eight hundred years, charging his way to the Tribulation Transcendence stage. Just as he was outwitting his 81st Heavenly Tribulation to ascend to immortality, he was suddenly pulled into a chat group called the "Multiverse Transmigrators Support Group." To his surprise, the group was filled with nothing but fresh-faced newbies who had just transmigrated. [Help! I transmigrated into a disgraced concubine in the cold palace, and the tyrant emperor is about to execute me!] [I ended up as a cannon-fodder villain, and the protagonist is still chasing me—WTF!] [I woke up as the protagonist’s father, but I’m about to be sacrificed in a ritual! What do I do? Urgent!!!] Chen Yi stared at the chaotic flood of desperate pleas in the group and fell into deep thought. "Seriously? You drag me into a newbie transmigrator chat group… only after I’m one step away from becoming an immortal?"
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.
'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.
