The simple exchange between Su Hua and Lin Xuan carried an inexplicable air of intimacy.
The partition was promptly lowered by the driver.
"Whew," the driver exhaled. "As expected, Young Master Lin is the perfect remedy for Miss Su. No matter how angry she is, the moment she sees him, it all vanishes."
Butler Wang nodded in agreement.
Indeed.
Miss Su's emotions rose and fell with Young Master Lin's presence.
In the past, when Lin Xuan resisted her, Su Hua would often lock herself in her room, drinking until her stomach bled, or even carving cuts into her wrists with a blade.
Fortunately, now Lin Xuan devoted himself wholeheartedly to her, often coaxing her, and smiles had returned to her face.
Still, her obsessive nature toward him remained unchanged—though she had gained more trust in him and could control herself better, no longer erupting into fits of possessiveness as before.
In the backseat, Su Hua's fingers lightly traced Lin Xuan's neck, stopping at his Adam's apple.
"How will Young Master Lin compensate his girlfriend for catching another woman's eye?"
Compensation?
Lin Xuan's mind raced.
What would Hua Bao love most…?
"Hua Bao, just relax and enjoy, hm?" Lin Xuan suddenly recalled a domineering CEO line from a novel he’d read and repeated it without thinking.
The stunning woman’s eyes curved with amusement.
Her soft arms encircled his neck.
"Alright, I’ll wait and see how A-Xuan plans to make me enjoy it." She leaned close, her crimson lips brushing his ear as she spoke, her breath warm against his skin.
Lin Xuan’s body tensed instantly.
"Hua Bao."
He pinned her against the seat, his voice low.
"Today, you’re not allowed to tease me. Let me be the one seducing you."
"Fine, I’ll listen to A-Xuan." Su Hua’s red lips curled.
Lin Xuan cupped her chin and captured her mouth in a kiss.
Having kissed her many times before, his skill was well-practiced. As he closed his eyes, Su Hua melted into the moment, her cheeks flushing.
Her arms tightened around his back, as if trying to fuse him into her very being.
Meanwhile, Lin Chang and Lin Li emerged from the hotel.
Lin Qingwan frowned. "Isn’t that her car? Why is it still here?"
"Wan'er, who are you talking about?" Lin Chang asked, puzzled.
"That woman who’s keeping Xiao Xuan. I’ve seen her before—when we arrived, I noticed her getting into this car."
"Dad," Lin Qingwan pressed her lips together, "Xiao Xuan refuses to return to the Lin family largely because of her."
Her impression of Su Hua was terrible.
Xiao Xuan’s resistance wasn’t just due to the Lin family’s past mistreatment—that woman must have brainwashed him, fueling his hatred for them.
Otherwise, given their blood ties, he wouldn’t despise the Lin family to this extent.
Lin Chang’s expression darkened.
He wanted to see for himself what kind of older woman was keeping Lin Xuan!
She must be some married woman. He’d expose her to her husband and let him deal with her.
Lin Xuan would suffer too—maybe even lose Tianmu Group if her husband reclaimed it.
Then let’s see how Lin Xuan dares to act so arrogantly in front of him!
With that thought, Lin Chang strode toward the car.
"Dad!" Lin Li grabbed his arm. "Where are you going?"
"I’m going to see which shameless woman is using her husband’s hard-earned money to keep a man!"
Lin Li’s heart pounded.
This couldn’t happen.
If Lin Chang confronted Su Hua, he’d realize she was the one supporting Lin Xuan.
"Dad," Lin Li said urgently, "weren’t you taking me to the hospital? Let’s just go."
"No, I’m seeing this today!" Lin Chang was adamant.
He marched toward the car, but Su Hua’s bodyguards immediately surrounded it.
One stepped forward.
"What do you want?" the guard demanded.
Lin Chang faltered at the sight of the towering, stern-faced men in suits and sunglasses. Fear crept in, and he retreated several steps.
"Nothing," he forced a laugh. "Just passing by."
He dragged Lin Li away, his face grim.
That woman had an entire squad of bodyguards—more than he could afford!
Her background was even more formidable than he’d imagined.
Just who was she?
Lin Li exhaled in relief—Lin Chang hadn’t discovered Su Hua’s identity.
Jiang Shuqin frowned. "Wan'er, do you know who she is?"
"I don't know." Lin Qingwan shook her head. "But she looked very young, only in her twenties, and quite beautiful."
"What?" Jiang Shuqin froze, her brows tightening. "Wasn't she supposed to be an old woman? Why are you describing her as young and pretty?"
"No, she wasn’t old at all. In fact, she was far more beautiful than any of the actresses signed under our company," Lin Qingwan insisted.
As Lin Chang listened to her description, an image of Su Hua inexplicably surfaced in his mind.
No, it couldn’t be Su Hua.
Lin Chang shook his head dismissively.
Su Hua was the head of Su Corporation, the world’s wealthiest woman.
Someone like Lin Xuan? Ha. There was no way a man like him could ever land a woman of Su Hua’s status.
"Then who is she?" Jiang Shuqin pressed, her frown deepening. "Wan'er, are you sure you’ve never seen her in high society before?"
"No," Lin Qingwan replied firmly.
She truly had never encountered her before—otherwise, with that woman’s striking looks, she would have remembered.
"Never?" Jiang Shuqin scoffed. "Then she’s clearly nobody important in elite circles."
"As for that Rolls-Royce and those bodyguards, they were probably just rented for show—a temporary display of fake prestige."
"Tch. How pathetic, trying to act impressive."
Jiang Shuqin’s face was full of mockery.
Of course, she knew the woman backing Lin Xuan was Su Hua.
But she wanted to play along, letting everyone believe Lin Xuan’s patron was some insignificant figure.
Hearing Jiang Shuqin’s words, Lin Chang gradually relaxed.
Good. As long as she wasn’t someone influential.
Preoccupied with Lin Li’s urgent matter, Lin Chang didn’t linger long and quickly dragged Lin Li away.
"Hua Bao, I think someone’s outside." Lin Xuan caught sight of a figure by the window and immediately stopped kissing Su Hua.

world slacker. But a genius female disciple just had to get clingy, insisting that he take her as a disciple. Not only that, she was always making advances on him, thoroughly disrupting his peaceful slacker life...

with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!

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?"