"Dad, you can go back first. I want to take a walk alone," Lin Qingwan said, pressing her lips together.
"Alright."
Lin Chang nodded and got back into the car.
The driver asked, "Sir, are you heading to the company or back to the Lin residence?"
"To the company," Lin Chang replied in a low voice.
At that moment, his mind was filled with Lin Xuan's words.
This time, he would never let Kong lose to War Wolf—no chance of defeat!
After finishing his tasks, Lin Xuan hummed a tune and headed to the supermarket to buy some vegetables.
He wanted to personally cook a meal for Hua.
They say a gentleman stays far from the kitchen, but cooking for the woman he loves? That’s nothing to be ashamed of.
Cheng Da and Cheng Er followed behind Lin Xuan, carrying bags of vegetables, meat, and seafood.
"Young Master really is a homemaker at heart," Cheng Er couldn’t help but remark.
Cheng Da nodded in agreement.
Wasn’t it true?
But then again, Boss Su was worth every bit of his devotion.
Honestly, their relationship made him want to dive headfirst into a passionate romance himself.
As Lin Xuan prepared to return to Night Garden, he noticed several people tailing him. He recognized some—they were Hua’s people, likely sent to protect him in secret.
Why had Hua suddenly assigned so many guards?
Lin Xuan frowned.
But then, he spotted an unfamiliar face.
He’d have to see what this one was up to.
Probably sent by Lin Li.
Lin Xuan sent a message to one of the undercover bodyguards: "Stay where you are. No matter what happens to me, don’t act rashly. Don’t worry, I’ll be fine."
After that, he discreetly handed his phone to Cheng Da, who passed him a backup device.
When they reached a crowded area, someone bumped into Lin Xuan on purpose.
"Sorry, sorry," the man apologized before quickly walking away.
Lin Xuan checked his pocket.
Sure enough.
His phone was gone.
Lin Xuan smirked.
So, this really was Lin Li’s doing.
Stealing his phone, afraid of what secrets might leak?
But Lin Li had no idea—this was the exact phone Lin Xuan had prepared for him.
Let Lin Li enjoy his little victory for now.
He’d give him the real surprise at the wedding banquet.
Meanwhile, Lin Li received the stolen phone.
Lin Xuan hadn’t set a lock screen password.
The moment Lin Li opened the photo gallery, he saw the compromising nude photos Lin Xuan had taken of him in the basement.
Lin Li immediately deleted them.
He let out a cold laugh.
Without those photos, Lin Xuan had no evidence to accuse him. Even if he spoke up, no one would believe such an outrageous story without proof.
He could finally relax.
"Lin Xuan," Lin Li muttered, gripping the phone tightly. "I won’t let you ruin my happiness!"
This time, he was marrying the heiress of Feng Corporation—a woman he’d painstakingly charmed during his studies abroad.
He wouldn’t allow even the slightest mishap at this wedding!
Back at Night Garden, Lin Xuan was busy cooking.
The estate’s chef watched intently, learning from Lin Xuan’s culinary skills—his dishes were simply too delicious.
That day, Su Hua returned from work early.
"Where’s A-Xuan?" she asked, frowning.
Butler Wang smiled. "Miss, Young Master Lin is in the kitchen, cooking."
"Hmm." Su Hua nodded.
She strode straight into the kitchen.
The chef, spotting her, quietly excused himself.
Su Hua wrapped her arms around Lin Xuan from behind, resting her face against his back.
Lin Xuan frowned. "Hua, I’m covered in cooking fumes. Be good, wait for me in the dining room. The food will be ready soon."
But Su Hua didn’t budge, her arms still tight around his waist.
"A-Xuan," she murmured, "you’ll never leave me, right?"
"Of course not," Lin Xuan answered without hesitation. "In life, I’m yours. In death, I’ll still be your ghost."
Wait.
Why was Hua suddenly asking this?
Lin Xuan set down the spatula and turned around, puzzled. "Hua, what’s wrong?"
"Nothing."
Su Hua lowered her gaze. "I just remembered those two years… when I locked you away."
Lin Xuan coughed awkwardly.
Back then, he had been a real scoundrel.
And he’d hurt Hua deeply.
"Hua," Lin Xuan whispered, soothing her. "Don’t worry. I’ve fallen for you—I’m not the blind fool I used to be. What happened back then won’t happen again."
Even if she locked him in a dark room forever, it wouldn’t matter.
Revenge against the Lin family? She could help him with that.
"A-Xuan, don’t lie to me," Su Hua whispered, rising on her tiptoes to press her lips to his ear. "Or I’ll lock you away… forever."
Now, Lin Xuan wasn’t the least bit afraid of her words.
Not only was Hua all bark and no bite, but he’d genuinely fallen for her.
"Fine, then lock me up," Lin Xuan teased.
He quickly turned back to check the food.
Thankfully, it hadn’t burned.
This dish was a new recipe he’d developed just for Hua.
The two enjoyed a sweet, intimate lunch together.
Three days later.
Jiang Qing reported, "Boss Su, you asked me to track down Shang. We’ve found their whereabouts."
Su Hua clenched her fists.
They wouldn’t be found so easily—unless they wanted to be.
But even if it was a dragon’s den or a tiger’s lair, she’d charge in.
Compared to death, she feared Lin Xuan’s cold, distant gaze far more.
And she feared they might retaliate by hurting him.
So, she had to eliminate them.
"Gather our people. Let’s pay them a visit," Su Hua ordered coldly.
Jiang Qing hesitated. "Boss Su, you mean… you’re going too?"
"Yes."
Su Hua narrowed her eyes. "If they want to see me, shouldn’t I oblige?"
"But… that’s the world’s top organization. And this is a trap—they’ve probably set up an ambush. Going there is extremely dangerous," Jiang Qing argued, frowning.
Su Hua tightened her fists.
But she had no choice.
"Make it happen," Su Hua said firmly.
"Boss Su, can you at least tell me what’s going on? Why the sudden urgency to confront them?"
Jiang Qing could only guess it involved Young Master Lin.
Otherwise, Su Hua wouldn’t risk her life like this.
But the specifics eluded her.
Su Hua shot her a cold glance.
"Do as I say," she repeated.
"Yes."
Jiang Qing nodded.
ine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】 【You rely on each other, becoming each other's support】 【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl's eyes fades】 …… 【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】 【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】 【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】 【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】 …… One simulation after another, one encounter after another. Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: "Wait, you said you're coming to the real world to find me?"
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.
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?"
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.”
