Jiang Shuqin's face was filled with rage: "Lin Xuan, if you dare marry Qin Ruoyao today, you can forget about ever returning to the Lin Family!"
Lin Li's eyes lit up.
His mother was about to kick Lin Xuan out of the Lin Family! As expected, his carefully laid plan was working.
Lin Xuan had always been infatuated with Qin Ruoyao, chasing after her like a lovesick fool. So, Lin Li had anonymously struck a deal with Qin Ruoyao, offering her three million in exchange for her agreement to marry Lin Xuan.
After all, he was also his father's biological son. Why shouldn’t he inherit the Lin Family? Fearing that Jiang Shuqin might discover his true identity, he had devised this scheme.
Through Qin Ruoyao, he would ensure that Lin Xuan and the Lin Family were completely severed!
And to be absolutely certain, he would have Qin Ruoyao utterly destroy Lin Xuan, turning him into a complete failure, someone entirely incapable of managing the Lin Family's business.
Lin Chang puffed on his cigarette, smoke swirling around him: "Lin Xuan, if you don’t go through with this marriage today, you’re still a member of the Lin Family. Call Qin Ruoyao now and cancel the wedding!"
If word got out that his eldest son, Lin Xuan, was marrying into another family, where would Lin Chang’s dignity be?
Lin Xuan spoke firmly, each word deliberate: "I will marry her today. I will not cancel the wedding."
He still needed to attend the wedding ceremony, go through with the marriage as planned, and wait for Su Hua to appear. Only then would he break off the engagement with Qin Ruoyao in front of Su Hua, proving his sincerity!
*Slap!* Lin Chang slammed his hand on the table: "Lin Xuan, I am your biological father. Are you refusing to listen to me?"
Lin Xuan retorted with a sneer: "You, Mom, and my sisters—have any of you ever treated me as your son or brother? So why should I still consider you my father?"
Lin Xuan's icy gaze swept over the relatives sitting on the sofa, people who were supposed to be his closest family.
He had been abducted as a child and ended up in an orphanage, a place so poor that having enough to eat and wear warm clothes was a luxury.
Watching other orphans being found by their biological parents or adopted, he had yearned deeply for family. How he wished he could be one of them, to have a family of his own.
Then, when he was thirteen, Lin Chang had found him, claiming he was his long-lost son. In that moment, he had been overjoyed, thinking he finally had a home.
But after returning to the Lin Family, no matter how hard he tried to fit in, they had always looked down on him, treating him as an uneducated orphan unworthy of their prestigious family.
Lin Li… Ha! In their eyes, only Lin Li, the adopted son, mattered.
He had always been a better student than Lin Li, but during the two days of the college entrance exams, he had felt dizzy, his mind buzzing. Unsurprisingly, he had performed poorly, scoring just over 300 points, not even reaching the cutoff for a second-tier university. The Lin Family had accused him of cheating in his previous exams, believing his true abilities had been exposed during the exams. Now, looking back, he suspected Lin Li had something to do with it.
In their eyes, Lin Li was the obedient, capable son, while he, the biological son, was nothing but a failure.
The most absurd part was that it wasn’t until his death, when he saw their cold reaction, that he realized he meant less to them than an outsider.
When an outsider died, they might feel a hint of pity. But when he died, they felt nothing but indifference.
How ironic! They were supposed to be his flesh and blood!
In this life, he no longer needed these so-called relatives.
Lin Chang roared: "I never thought I’d raise such an ungrateful son! You think you’re all grown up and capable now, don’t you? Then get out of the Lin Family! Don’t you dare come back!"
Lin Xuan replied expressionlessly: "Fine, I’ll leave."
Lin Chang growled: "Before you go, sign this severance agreement."
Lin Xuan glanced at the lawyer standing nearby and sneered. They were in such a hurry to kick him out.
Just as well. He didn’t want anything to do with the Lin Family anymore.
Without hesitation, Lin Xuan signed the severance agreement. He was done with them.
With the signed agreement in hand, Lin Xuan walked away resolutely.
Lin Li said: "Mom, I’d like to attend my brother’s wedding."
Jiang Shuqin looked disgusted: "Why would you want to go to his wedding? Aren’t you ashamed?"
"Mom, if none of his family shows up, I’m afraid he’ll feel hurt. Besides, it would look bad if word got out. Let me represent the Lin Family," Lin Li said, putting on a show of concern for the family’s reputation.
Lin Chang nodded: "Alright, you go."
Lin Li got into his Ferrari, a gift from Lin Chang for his eighteenth birthday, worth eight million.
He picked up his phone and called out softly: "Darling."
Qin Ruoyao chided him playfully: "Li, you know what day it is today. Why are you calling me?"
Lin Li replied in a husky voice: "I miss you. Darling, let’s meet at the Junyue Hotel, okay? I’ve already booked a room."
"How can you be thinking about this at a time like this?" Qin Ruoyao blushed. "I still have a wedding to attend."
Lin Li smirked: "We’ve got forty minutes. Plenty of time."
Qin Ruoyao thought of Lin Li’s skills in bed and felt a rush of heat. He was the Lin Family’s second son, deeply cherished by the family, and destined to inherit their vast fortune.
She had to hold onto this man!
Qin Ruoyao cooed: "Alright, I’ll be there soon. Wait for me, Li."
Using the excuse of feeling unwell and needing to rest, Qin Ruoyao had the car stop at the Junyue Hotel. She walked up to the front desk and asked softly: "Hello, my friend booked Room 601. I’m here to get the key."
The receptionist gave her a suspicious look.
She remembered the guest in Room 601 was a rather handsome man. And here was this woman, dressed in a wedding gown…
The receptionist asked: "May I ask who you are?"
Qin Ruoyao replied: "I’m Qin Ruoyao."
"Oh, Miss Qin. Here’s your key. Please take care of it," the receptionist said, handing her the keycard.
As Qin Ruoyao walked away, the receptionist shook her head in disbelief.
People these days really know how to play, don’t they? The bride and groom haven’t even had their wedding yet, and they’re already fooling around in a hotel.

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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?"

ver to a world of cultivation and returned invincible. Modern medicine is child's play compared to elixirs; technological might crumbles before true cultivation. My name is Qin Ning, Earth's sole cultivator!