Su Hua returned to the study to continue her work, but the words in that arrow left her deeply unsettled.
She pressed her lips together.
She had to nip this matter in the bud before Xuan truly regained those memories.
She couldn’t bear the thought of her current happiness vanishing forever.
Xuan no longer cared about the Lin family or Qin Ruoyao.
If he ever decided to leave her, she had no way to keep him.
The only option would be to forcefully confine him in Night Garden.
But then, she would face the Xuan of over a year ago—no, an even more fiercely resistant version of him...
Su Hua clenched her fists, her eyes burning with an intense, murderous intent.
The next day, Lin Xuan still went to the company.
And once again, he enjoyed a blissful nap there.
"Cheng Da, Cheng Er," Lei Hui couldn’t help but ask, "How long has the boss gone without sleep? He comes to the office just to crash in the lounge."
What was even stranger was that despite not getting proper rest, he didn’t have any dark circles under his eyes.
Cheng Er chuckled slyly. "Our young master has slept plenty—just exhausted from working too hard."
"Working? What kind of work?"
Lei Hui was baffled.
His boss was notoriously lazy—what could he possibly have done to wear himself out like this?
"The kind between a man and a woman," Cheng Er whispered conspiratorially.
Lei Hui: "!!!"
As a married man with kids, he wasn’t some clueless youngster. He knew exactly what they meant.
So, all this time, their boss and Su Hua had been... frequently occupied with that.
Seems like Su Hua was the dominant one.
Otherwise, the boss would’ve just slept at home instead of sneaking off to the office to catch up on rest.
Mind. Blown.
Who would’ve thought their boss was the one getting pinned down?
Then again, considering Su Hua’s domineering presence, it made sense.
Lin Xuan slept until 3:20 PM, finally feeling like a human again.
The moment he opened his phone—
Foxtail was spamming him relentlessly.
Update!
Update!
Hurry up and update!
Lin Xuan had no choice but to dive back into his writing space, quickly typing out the overdue chapters and posting them.
As always, he left each novel’s latest installment on a perfectly cruel cliffhanger.
Readers: !!!!
Where’s my knife?
Where’s my Italian cannon?!
Damn it, I really want to lock this author in a dark room and force him to write!
"Boss," Lei Hui entered the office.
"Lin Qingwan and Lin Chang are here. Lin Qingwan looks really anxious," he reported. "Should I send them away?"
"No need. Let’s see what they want." Lin Xuan smirked coldly.
He was curious about their reason for showing up.
Lin Xuan went downstairs.
Lin Chang looked ready to charge at him and slap him, but the memory of being tortured by Lin Xuan in that basement made him freeze mid-motion.
Even though he’d hired a small army of bodyguards afterward, the sight of Lin Xuan still sent chills down his spine.
Lin Chang took a deep breath, swallowing his rage.
"You’ve already taken me and Lin Li, and now—"
"Hold up." Lin Xuan cut him off. "Chairman Lin, let me remind you—you can eat whatever you want, but don’t go spouting nonsense. The police cleared me. I’m not the one who beat you and Lin Li."
"You—!"
Lin Chang glared at him furiously.
Lin Xuan grinned, thoroughly enjoying the sight of Lin Chang’s livid expression.
"Lin Chang," Lin Xuan taunted, "how does it feel to hate me so much but be completely powerless against me?"
Lin Chang’s fists trembled with rage as he pointed at Lin Xuan and roared, "Ungrateful bastard!"
Lin Xuan sprawled lazily on the sofa, legs crossed comfortably, arms draped over the backrest—the picture of insolence.
Lin Qingwan bit her lip. "Mom went missing yesterday. Xuan, did you take her?"
Lin Xuan raised an eyebrow.
Jiang Shuqin had disappeared?
Who could’ve done it?
For some reason, Su Hua’s face flashed in his mind, and he frowned.
Was this her doing?
Jiang Shuqin had just stirred up trouble with Skyline Group, and right after Su Hua released him from confinement, she vanished.
Was Su Hua getting revenge for him?
Lin Qingwan continued, "Xuan, I know Mom hasn’t been the best to you, and I understand your resentment. But no matter how she treated you in the past, she carried you for nine months and gave birth to you. Please don’t hurt her."
Her saccharine, hypocritical tone made Lin Xuan sick.
"Enough," Lin Xuan snapped. "Lin Qingwan, didn’t you say you wanted to be a good older sister? So why are you pinning your mom’s disappearance on me the second she goes missing?"
"Xuan..."
Lin Qingwan looked at him with feigned sorrow.
Lin Xuan scoffed, "Lin Qingwan, spare me your nonsense. Even if Jiang Shuqin had been taken by me—which she wasn’t—I wouldn’t let her go. I’d give her the same treatment as Lin Li and Lin Chang here."
His gaze lingered on Lin Chang’s fingers, wrapped in white bandages.
Lin Chang felt a phantom pain shoot through them.
It was this ungrateful son who had once ripped out his nails!
"Besides, Lin Qingwan, Lin Chang, instead of wasting energy confronting me, you should worry about your movie. From what I hear, you sank 800 million into it. Wouldn’t want that to go down the drain, would you?"
Lin Chang’s expression darkened. "Lin Xuan, sure, your film’s making noise now. But don’t forget—major theaters only screen movies from my company, not yours. You’d better worry about yourself. What if you finish filming and have nowhere to show it?" He smirked coldly.
"Oh?"
A faint smile played on Lin Xuan’s lips.
"Let’s wait and see. Either my movie flops, or it crushes yours into oblivion."
"Lin Xuan," Lin Chang sneered, "I lost to you twice with those TV dramas, but this time, with films, I won’t."
"Listen here—a son has no right to triumph over his father!"
Lin Xuan chuckled. "Chairman Lin, there you go again, confused. I’m not your son. We’ve severed ties."
"Someone, show them out."
The amusement vanished from Lin Xuan’s face, replaced by icy detachment.
Lin Qingwan had been studying his expression the entire time.
She was certain now—Xuan had seemed genuinely shocked at the news of their mother’s capture. It likely wasn’t his doing.
Yet there was no trace of concern in his eyes either.
Xuan truly felt no attachment to the Lin family anymore.
And why would he? The Lin family had given him nothing worth holding onto.
At that moment, the last flicker of hope in Lin Qingwan’s heart died.
Xuan wasn’t coming back. Not ever.
She walked out of Skyline Group, her spirit broken.
transmigrates into the role of a villainous rich second-generation kid in an urban fantasy novel, and gets bound to a god-tier choice system. Right at the start, he catches the female lead stealing exam papers! This triggers the villain's choice options! [Choice 1: Pretend you didn't see anything] [Choice 2: Loudly call her out, drawing everyone's attention] [Choice 3: ...] And thus, a twisted villain is born. To avoid getting killed by the protagonist, he has no choice but to take down all the protagonists first. Jiang Che: Nobody understands being twisted better than me!
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
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.
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!
