Jiang Shuqin walked toward Lin Li with a worried expression. "Li'er, why do you think Su Hua came today? Could it be that she plans to publicly announce her relationship with Lin Xuan?"
If that really happened, Lin Xuan would surely be gloating, and Lin Chang would also go out of his way to please him.
Given how much Lin Xuan despised them, he might even demand that Lin Chang expel her, Li'er, and Wan'er and her sisters from the Lin family as a condition for his return.
She had finally come to understand—Lin Chang was a man who only cared about profit.
There was a real chance he might actually kick them out for Lin Xuan's sake.
"I don’t know if she’ll announce it or not," Lin Li replied, her face pale as she shook her head.
"Li'er, what should we do now?" Jiang Shuqin fretted.
The Starlight Group had been built with the money she brought from the Jiang family.
She refused to let that ungrateful Lin Xuan inherit it!
"Mom, don’t worry too much," Lin Li said, gripping Jiang Shuqin’s hand. "Su Hua might not announce anything."
Hadn’t Su Hua visited before?
Back then, she was already with Lin Xuan, yet she never publicly acknowledged their relationship.
They had remained secret lovers all this time.
It seemed Su Hua really was just toying with Lin Xuan.
But now, over a year later, they still hadn’t broken up. Instead, Su Hua had even supported Lin Xuan in founding Skyline Group...
Was he really just a plaything?
Lin Li wasn’t so sure anymore.
Meanwhile, Lin Qingxiu and Lin Qingyan rushed to find Lin Chang in a panic.
Lin Chang was chatting with Feng Weimin when they arrived.
Puzzled, he asked, "What’s wrong? Why aren’t you entertaining the guests? What brings you here?"
"Dad," Lin Qingyan said urgently, "Su Hua, the CEO of Su Corporation, is here—she’s in the main hall right now."
"Are you sure it’s really Su Hua?" Feng Weimin pressed anxiously.
"Yes, it’s her. I’ve seen her before—I wouldn’t mistake her," Lin Qingxiu confirmed with a nod.
Feng Weimin turned to Lin Chang in shock.
He was certain the Feng family and Feng Corporation had no prior dealings with Su Hua. She couldn’t have come for them—which meant she was here for the Lin family.
Who would’ve thought the Lin family had such connections, managing to latch onto someone of Su Hua’s stature?
This marriage alliance was turning out better than expected.
Feng Weimin had always opposed Feng Yaya’s relationship with Lin Li, suspecting Lin Li of ulterior motives.
But now, knowing Su Hua might have ties to the Lin family, he no longer had any objections.
"Father-in-law," Feng Weimin said with a smile, "let’s hurry and greet CEO Su. We shouldn’t keep her waiting."
"Agreed," Lin Chang nodded.
The two men quickly made their way to meet Su Hua.
Downstairs in the main hall—
Lin Xuan kicked the young rich heir in the stomach, then, still furious, delivered another brutal blow to his chest.
"Ah—!"
The heir screamed again as he was sent flying, his back slamming into a table before crashing to the floor.
"Oww… That hurts so much!" The heir groaned in pain, clutching his chest and abdomen as he writhed on the ground.
Su Hua watched Lin Xuan with amusement glinting in her eyes.
Being protected by her man felt rather nice.
"My son!" A lavishly dressed woman adorned with jewelry knelt beside the heir.
Seeing his pitiful state, her heart ached.
"Who did this to you? Tell me, and I’ll make them pay!" she hissed through gritted teeth.
"It was them!"
The heir pointed accusingly at Lin Xuan.
"They’re the ones who hurt me!"
"Fine. Your father and I will settle this," the woman vowed.
"Mom, just punish the man. Leave the woman for me, okay?" the heir pleaded.
Even now, he couldn’t shake his obsession with Su Hua.
"Of course, whatever you want," the woman agreed.
Just then, Xia Feng, the heir’s father, arrived.
After his wife explained the situation, Xia Feng stormed over to Su Hua and Lin Xuan with a dark expression.
"So, you’re the ones who hurt my son?"
"Yes," Lin Xuan answered coldly.
"Good, very good," Xia Feng sneered. "You’ve got nerve, treating my son like this. You’re Lin Xuan, right? Don’t think being the CEO of Skyline Group means I’ll let this slide."
"You will pay for what you’ve done!" Xia Feng’s voice dripped with menace.
Skyline Group was just a fledgling company.
Compared to the deep-rooted Xia Corporation, it was nothing.
"Lin Xuan, you’ve made an enemy of me," Xia Feng spat.
Those who knew Su Hua’s identity watched the scene unfold with amusement, inwardly regretting not stepping in earlier.
If they had helped Su Hua when Xia Feng’s son harassed her, they could’ve earned her favor.
"Chairman Xia, are you threatening the man who saved me?" Su Hua’s red lips parted as she spoke, her voice icy.
"And who are you?"
Xia Feng’s disdainful gaze swept over her.
From what his wife said, his son had been beaten because he took a liking to this woman.
With her bewitching looks, she was clearly a seductress.
He didn’t recognize her from any elite circles, meaning she was likely just Lin Xuan’s kept woman.
Before Su Hua could answer, Xia Feng scoffed, "No need to explain—I know exactly what you are."
"However much Lin Xuan is paying to keep you, I’ll double it. Leave him and come with my son."
Tsk, tsk.
The onlookers shook their heads in disbelief.
This man was truly digging his own grave.
Trying to buy the head of the largest corporation in the country for his son?
What a joke.
At that moment, Lin Chang and Feng Weimin arrived.
"What’s going on here?" Lin Chang asked, frowning.
Xia Feng pointed at Lin Xuan and Su Hua. "Chairman Lin, these two injured my son. I demand you expel them immediately!"
Lin Chang’s heart skipped a beat.
His eyes fell on the heir sprawled on the floor. He’d heard rumors about Xia Feng’s son—a notorious womanizer.
From the looks of it, the heir had tried to harass Su Hua, only for Lin Xuan to step in and beat him up.
And now, Lin Xuan had played the hero in front of Su Hua!
"Chairman Xia," Lin Chang said with a cold laugh, "do you even know who your son just insulted?"
"What’s there to know? Just some mistress Lin Xuan keeps around. So what if he flirted with her?"
"No," Lin Chang said sharply. "Her identity is beyond anything you or I could dare to challenge."
"She is Su Hua—CEO of Su Corporation."
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
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.
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.”
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?"
