The woman’s figure-hugging qipao, tailored perfectly for her, accentuated her flawless silhouette, while her lips were painted a bold, striking red. Her beauty could be described as peerless, radiant as a blooming rose, dazzling and impossible to ignore.
"Who is that? She’s breathtaking," many whispered, their eyes alight with admiration.
"That figure, that face—if I could spend just one night with her, I’d die happy," one man murmured.
"You want to sleep with her? Hah, do you even know who she is?" another scoffed.
"Who?" Old Zhao frowned, puzzled.
Could she really have some impressive background? If she were that important, how come he’d never seen her before?
"That," Old Wang said with a smirk, "is Su Hua."
"Su Hua?" Old Zhao’s brows knitted together. "That name sounds familiar… Have I heard it somewhere?"
He racked his brain.
Wait.
"Isn’t Su Hua the name of the CEO of Su Corporation? Is this a coincidence, or…?"
Suddenly, he shot Old Wang a skeptical look. "Old Wang, with that tone of yours—are you saying this woman is the CEO of Su Corporation?"
Before Old Wang could nod, Old Zhao shook his head, muttering to himself, "No way. Starlight Group and Feng Corporation don’t have the clout to get someone like Su Hua to show up. Besides, I’ve heard she never attends these kinds of gatherings."
"Old Wang, what’s her real identity?"
Old Wang chuckled. "You guessed right earlier. She is Su Hua, the CEO of Su Corporation."
"You must be mistaken," Old Zhao insisted, his frown deepening.
"No mistake," Old Wang shook his head. "Remember Lin Li’s birthday party last year? You weren’t there, were you?"
"Right," Old Zhao nodded. "I was away on business that day."
"Then it makes sense you wouldn’t know," Old Wang said.
Old Zhao was still baffled.
Had something happened at Lin Li’s birthday party?
All he knew was that Lin Li had been exposed for cheating with Qin Ruoyao, leading to the Shen family publicly calling off their engagement. The scandal had become a laughingstock in their circles.
A year had passed since then.
People still brought it up occasionally, sneering at the Lin family—though, given their status, most still pretended to be friendly on the surface.
"Su Hua showed up at Lin Li’s birthday party last year," Old Wang continued.
"Since when did the Lin family get close to Su Hua?" Old Zhao gasped.
But that didn’t add up.
If the Lin family had ties to Su Hua, other wealthy families would be scrambling to collaborate with Starlight Group. Yet he’d heard nothing of the sort.
In fact, Starlight Group had been losing ground to Tianmu Group repeatedly, their stock prices plummeting.
Old Wang went on, "I don’t know when it happened, but Su Hua appeared at the party last year, walked around for a bit, and left. She even said she didn’t know Lin Chang or Lin Li."
"So why is she here for Lin Li’s wedding now?" Old Wang muttered.
Could she actually be impressed by Lin Li’s talent?
But Lin Li was nowhere near as capable as Lin Xuan. Su Corporation gathered top-tier talent from around the world—Lin Li’s skills, no matter how impressive, wouldn’t warrant Su Hua’s personal attendance.
Old Zhao, now convinced by Old Wang’s certainty, felt a surge of excitement.
If he could get close to Su Hua, his family’s business would skyrocket.
With that thought, he took a step forward, eager to strike up a conversation.
But after just a few steps, Old Wang grabbed his arm.
"Old Zhao, what are you doing?"
"Nothing, just wanted to say hello," Old Zhao replied.
Old Wang quickly stopped him. "I’d advise against it. Someone of Su Hua’s status isn’t someone we can casually approach. If we accidentally offend her, we’ll be in deep trouble."
Hearing this, Old Zhao recalled the terrifying rumors about Su Hua and gulped hard.
True.
It was better to keep their distance from someone like her.
Meanwhile, a young heir, thoroughly drunk, caught sight of Su Hua.
His eyes glazed over.
Gorgeous.
Unbelievably gorgeous.
He’d never seen a woman so stunning.
She’d be a wild ride, he was sure of it.
Leering at her, he grabbed his glass and swaggered over.
"Hey, beautiful, how about keeping me company? I’ve got money—stick with me, and I’ll treat you right."
Those who knew Su Hua’s identity had one thought:
Buddy, you’ve just signed your own death warrant.
Lin Xuan had been standing with his back to Su Hua, unaware of her arrival.
Lin Qingxiu tugged at Lin Qingyan’s sleeve. "Second Sister, isn’t that CEO Su? Why would she come to Li’er’s wedding?"
Hua Bao?
Lin Xuan frowned and turned toward the entrance.
It really was Hua Bao!
What was she doing here?
Lin Xuan's eyes filled with confusion, but before he could figure things out, he spotted a wealthy young man with a face worn by excessive indulgence holding a wine glass as he approached Su Hua.
A cold aura radiated from Lin Xuan’s body.
Daring to hit on his Hua Bao?
Just as the young master reached out toward Su Hua, her gaze turned icy, ready to kick him flying.
She even considered whether to publicly break his hand.
Before she could act, Lin Xuan appeared out of nowhere.
He seized the young master’s wrist.
The young master glared at him. "What the hell are you doing here? Get lost if you know what’s good for you!"
Lin Xuan smirked coldly. "Today, I don’t feel like knowing what’s good for me."
Daring to lay a finger on his Hua Bao? Asking for death!
"Do you even know who I am? I’m the heir of Xia Corporation!" The young master’s drunkenness had vanished, replaced by a vicious snarl. "If you dare touch me, I swear I’ll make you regret it for the rest of your life!"
"Fine. Let’s test that." Lin Xuan gave a chilling smile.
With a sharp twist—
"Ah—!"
The young master let out a blood-curdling scream.
"You—how dare you do this to me!" His face twisted in pain.
"Tsk. Weren’t you so full of yourself? Weren’t you fond of harassing women in public? Then enjoy the feeling of having that thing broken."
Lin Xuan kicked him square between the legs.
"AAAAAHHHH—!"
The young master clutched his crotch, tears streaming down his face.
Shattered. It was shattered. He was going to die.
The entire scene unfolded before Jiang Shuqin’s eyes.
She clenched her fists.
How dare Lin Xuan cause trouble at Lin Li’s wedding? She wanted to teach him a lesson, but she didn’t dare—not with Su Hua standing there. Just the sight of Su Hua sent chills down her spine, flooding her mind with memories of Su Hua personally ripping out her fingernails and toenails.
Even now, her fingers and toes throbbed with pain.
And seeing Su Hua again made the agony flare up worse.
And then…
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
ose... to cooperate with the protagonist! Shen Yuan: I have a system! Protagonist: What? System: Holy crap, you're just spilling it out like that? Shen Yuan: Let's team up, we'll split the system rewards! Protagonist: Fifty-fifty split? Shen Yuan: No way! Protagonist: What!? I'm the one getting beaten up, and I don't get half? Shen Yuan: Forty-sixty split, I get forty, you get sixty! Protagonist: Deal! Big brother, come on, hit me! As long as it doesn't kill me, beat me like you mean it! Shen Yuan: Don't worry... I will definitely protect all of you! No one but me can lay a finger on you! Guard our Heaven's Chosen Ones! I'm the only one allowed to bully them!
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.”
