"That's good." Jiang Shuqin sighed in relief, leaning in closer and whispering, "Li'er, when you go to the company, find a way to make your father drink this potion."
"Mom, I might not be going to the company for the next few days. I have school matters to attend to—I need to go for an exchange program." Lin Li hesitated.
How could he personally feed this potion to Lin Chang?
If Lin Chang found out, he’d be in deep trouble.
So there was no way he would help Jiang Shuqin with this.
"How about this, Mom? Let’s talk about it again when I get back?" Lin Li suggested.
"No, we can’t wait."
Jiang Shuqin shook her head.
She had considered asking her daughters to administer the drug to Lin Chang, but after some thought, she dismissed the idea.
Her daughters weren’t as devoted to her as Lin Li was.
If she revealed her plan to them, they might very well betray her and tell Lin Chang.
No.
She absolutely couldn’t take that risk!
"It’s fine, Li'er. School matters are more important. You go ahead and focus on that. I’ll handle things on my end," Jiang Shuqin said.
"Alright." Lin Li nodded.
Five minutes later, a servant entered the villa and announced, "Madam, Young Master, someone just arrived at the gate saying they were here to deliver something."
Lin Li had also received a message from the person.
[I’m here.]
A glint flashed in Lin Li’s eyes as he lowered his voice. "Mom, the item has arrived. Could you go get it for me? I still need to pack my clothes for school."
"Of course."
Jiang Shuqin personally went to retrieve the delivered item.
She then entered Lin Li’s room, where he was still packing clothes into his suitcase.
"Li'er, is this what you were talking about?" Jiang Shuqin asked, pointing at the box in her hands.
"Yes, that’s it." Lin Li nodded.
Jiang Shuqin’s eyes lit up.
Lin Li warned her, "Be very careful. Don’t let Dad find out. If he discovers this, given that it involves the successor of the Lin Family, I’m afraid he might hurt you, Mom."
"Don’t worry, I’ll be careful." Jiang Shuqin nodded.
Lin Li zipped up his suitcase.
"Mom, I’ll head to school now."
"Alright." Jiang Shuqin nodded.
Once Lin Li left, she eagerly rushed into the kitchen, poured a glass of water, and then emptied the drug into it.
The medicine dissolved completely, leaving no trace of tampering.
Lin Chang came downstairs.
Jiang Shuqin took a deep breath, steadied herself, and walked over with the glass. "Chang-ge, have some water first."
Lin Chang frowned at her.
Just moments ago, she had been cold and distant—why was she suddenly acting so affectionate?
"Jiang Shuqin, what are you up to?"
"Nothing." Jiang Shuqin forced a smile. "I just want us to get along better. Chang-ge, I love you. I don’t want a divorce."
Lin Chang’s furrowed brows gradually relaxed.
If that was the case, her sudden change in attitude made sense.
After all, Jiang Shuqin was madly in love with him. Even after repeatedly catching him with other women, she still endured it—this was just her nature.
Lin Chang took the glass from her.
Jiang Shuqin suppressed her excitement, keeping her expression neutral.
Lin Chang tilted his head back and drank the entire glass.
Jiang Shuqin watched as he swallowed the water, her eyes gleaming.
He drank it!
He actually drank it!
After finishing the water, Lin Chang handed the empty glass back to her.
"Thanks," he said, his tone softening slightly.
Jiang Shuqin took the glass, her gaze lingering on Lin Chang’s abdomen.
Would the drug work?
Just as the thought crossed her mind—
Lin Chang suddenly grimaced, clutching his lower body as he doubled over in pain.
Jiang Shuqin feigned concern. "Chang-ge, what’s wrong?"
The pain lasted only a few seconds before subsiding.
Lin Chang dismissed it, straightening up. "It’s nothing."
"I’m heading to the company now."
He hurriedly left the villa.
Jiang Shuqin stared at the empty glass before bursting into wild laughter.
"Lin Chang, Lin Chang… You brought this upon yourself. You forced my hand!"
"Starlight Group was built with the money I took from the Jiang Family! For you, I cut ties with my own family, and yet you still planned to hand Starlight Group over to outsiders? Hah! Dream on!"
Her face twisted with fury.
"Lin Chang, did you really think I was some pushover? Well, I’m fighting back now!"
"Hahahaha—"
Her manic laughter echoed through the villa.
The servants, startled, rushed outside.
"What’s going on? Did Madam just say all that? Has she lost her mind?"
"Surely not—she seemed fine just a moment ago."
"Honestly, it wouldn’t be surprising if she did snap. The master kept cheating on her, and she was even tortured for so long… Anyone would break."
Lin Qingwan overheard the servants’ whispers and immediately ran inside in alarm.
Jiang Shuqin was still laughing, tears streaming down her face.
"Mom!" Lin Qingwan rushed to support her. "What’s happening?"
"Wan’er," Jiang Shuqin chuckled, her voice trembling with excitement. "Do you know what I did? Your father wanted to have a son with another woman so he could give Starlight Group to her child. So I—I gave him a drug that will make him sterile! He’ll never be able to get any of those vixens pregnant now!"
"Hahahaha!"
She continued laughing hysterically.
"What?!" Lin Qingwan gasped. "Mom, you… you made Dad sterile?!"
"Yes!" Jiang Shuqin grinned. "He betrayed me first. If he’s ruthless, then so am I!"
Lin Qingwan had initially been distressed by the conflict between her parents, but she quickly rationalized it.
After all, if her father kept cheating, it was only a matter of time before another woman got pregnant.
And if that woman bore a son, Starlight Group would inevitably be taken from them.
"Mom," Lin Qingwan cautioned, "you shouldn’t talk about this anymore. What if Dad hears?"
"Fine." Jiang Shuqin nodded.
Meanwhile, Lin Chang returned to his office at Starlight Group.
A female secretary in a tight-fitting dress entered.
"How’s the box office for Our Sky?"
The secretary smiled. "The first-day limited screenings were nearly sold out—20 million at the box office."
Lin Chang grinned. "As expected of a popular idol. His star power alone is enough for promotion, and with the film’s quality, this movie is set to be a massive hit."
"What about Wolf Warriors from Skyline Films?" he asked next.
"Their limited screenings were also full," the secretary replied. "But since they’re only showing in one major theater and a few smaller ones, their current box office is just 5 million."
"Hahaha!" Lin Chang sneered. "Without the support of the three major cinema chains, no matter how high Wolf Warriors tries to fly, it’ll never take off."
"Lin Xuan is definitely going to lose this time."
Recently, Starlight Group had been repeatedly outmaneuvered by Tianmu Group in their rivalry.
With the upcoming broadcast of this show, Lin Chang could finally hold his head high.
As long as he defeated Lin Xuan this time, Starlight Group’s declining stock would surely rebound, ushering in a major surge.
The female secretary set down the documents in her hands and walked over to Lin Chang, settling directly onto his lap.
"Chairman," she murmured, her fingers gliding over his chest as she undid the buttons of his dress shirt one by one.
"Now that work is done, shouldn’t we have some fun with… something more exciting?" she cooed.
"Of course, whatever you say," Lin Chang replied before pressing his lips to hers.
In the past, they would have tumbled into bed without hesitation. But this time, Lin Chang’s brow remained furrowed.
The secretary’s gaze turned suspicious as she studied him.
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?"
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
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.”
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.
