Lin Li listened to their mocking remarks, his expression darkening.
Jiang Shuqin stormed over and shouted angrily, "What are you all talking about? How my son is doing is none of your business! No wonder you’re just low-level nurses—nothing but a bunch of gossiping hens, spouting nonsense!"
Her son?
The female nurses cast curious glances at Lin Li.
Holy shit!
It really was him!
He actually came to their hospital!
They wondered what differences there were between Lin Li, now a eunuch, and an ordinary person—aside from missing that part.
Feeling the nurses’ strange looks, Lin Li was utterly humiliated.
He gritted his teeth.
Why did Jiang Shuqin have to confront them?
Her words practically announced to everyone that he was the subject of their gossip!
"Mom," Lin Li stepped forward, pulling Jiang Shuqin’s hand. "Let’s just go." He kept his head lowered as he spoke.
"No, we can’t leave." Jiang Shuqin’s face was stern. "Today, I’m going to teach them a proper lesson."
"Mom."
Lin Li noticed the growing crowd, many whispering among themselves. He couldn’t shake the feeling that they were all talking about him.
"Let’s go home," Lin Li pleaded, his voice almost desperate. "I need some time alone."
Right, now wasn’t the time for him to be seen in public.
"Alright, sweetheart. Whatever you say. Let’s go home right now." Jiang Shuqin nodded.
She turned back to the nurses and warned coldly, "If I ever hear you gossiping about my son again, you can kiss your jobs goodbye!"
The Lin Family entourage left in a grand procession.
Even from a distance, Lin Li could still hear the nurses’ laughter trailing behind them.
Back at the Lin Family mansion, Lin Li locked himself in his room.
Suddenly, he thought about the hospital incident. From the moment his condition was exposed to the completion of his examination, barely two or three hours had passed.
How did the nurses find out so quickly?
Did that mean the whole internet already knew?
His hands trembling, he opened Weibo.
There, he saw his name dominating the top ten trending searches—each one related to his failed marriage, infertility, becoming a eunuch, and bribery scandals.
He had originally had millions of followers, but over 500,000 had already unfollowed him.
He downloaded HuYin.
The first video that popped up was also about his wedding, with over a million likes!
Every other social media platform was flooded with news about him.
Even if he spent money to remove the trending topics or hired PR teams to clean up his image, it was already too late.
His reputation was completely ruined.
Now, there was no way he could marry a wealthy, influential woman to secure her support.
"Ah—!"
Lin Li snapped, slamming his phone onto the floor.
He then went on a rampage, sweeping everything off his desk in a furious crash.
"Lin Xuan!"
Veins bulged on Lin Li’s forehead as he spat out each word through clenched teeth. "Just you wait!"
"I’ll make you suffer everything I’ve endured—a hundred, a thousand, a million times worse!"
"The day Su Hua abandons you will be the beginning of your misery!"
This grudge—
He would settle it.
Meanwhile, Feng Yaya was taken back to the Feng Family by Feng Weimin.
"Yaya," Feng Weimin said gently, "Dad knows how much you loved Lin Li. If you’re hurting, it’s okay to cry."
"Dad," Feng Yaya said solemnly, "I need you to look into something for me."
"What is it?" Feng Weimin frowned.
Feng Yaya replied, "During the time Lin Li was on that exchange program in the U.S., I was harassed by some thugs. I want you to check if Lin Li hired them on purpose."
Lin Li had appeared like a hero that day, and she had developed feelings for him ever since.
Later, whenever she was mocked for her weight, Lin Li always stood up for her.
That was when she fell for him completely.
Before, she had trusted Lin Li blindly because of her idealized image of him. But now, she couldn’t shake the feeling that it had all been a scheme.
From saving her to marrying her—everything had been a calculated move.
Lin Li’s goal was to control her and eventually take over Feng Corporation.
"Alright, Dad will get to the bottom of this," Feng Weimin said firmly.
"Dad," Feng Yaya added, "there’s one more thing I need you to check."
She told Feng Weimin about her childhood memories.
Feng Weimin frowned. "That was so long ago. It might be hard to find anything."
"Dad, you just need to look into one person," Feng Yaya said with a faint smile.
"Who?" Feng Weimin asked, puzzled.
Feng Yaya: "Lin Xuan."
Lin Xuan?
Feng Weimin’s brows furrowed.
He remembered Lin Xuan vividly—a rising star in the business world, no, a genius.
In less than a year, he had turned Tianmu Group from a fledgling startup into a nationally renowned corporation.
The HuYin app was used by nearly a third of the country’s netizens, and its user base was still growing rapidly.
Not to mention—
Tianmu Group’s recent films and TV shows had achieved massive profits with minimal budgets, dominating the entertainment industry so fiercely that even Starlight Group couldn’t compete.
At the wedding, Lin Xuan had even made a striking impression in front of Su Hua.
Feng Weimin had a favorable opinion of him.
"Yaya, are you saying Lin Xuan might be the boy you often met when you were little?" Feng Weimin asked.
"I don’t know," Feng Yaya shook her head. "But I have a feeling it’s him."
If it was… that would be wonderful.
Feng Yaya’s mind drifted to Lin Xuan’s face, and a faint blush crept onto her cheeks.
"Alright, alright," Feng Weimin chuckled. "Dad will look into it right away."
He could tell Lin Xuan had good character—someone truly dependable.
If Yaya had feelings for him and they could be together, that would be perfect.
But…
Feng Weimin glanced at his daughter’s plump figure, his frown deepening.
Lin Xuan was handsome and successful. Could he really fall for his daughter?
Feng Weimin didn’t want to force Lin Xuan into anything. If Lin Xuan wasn’t willing, his daughter wouldn’t be happy marrying him anyway.
He immediately sent someone to investigate.
Over at Su Corporation—
Jiang Qing was buried in paperwork, swamped with tasks.
"Secretary Jiang," an executive hurried over with a document. Just as he raised his hand to knock, Jiang Qing set down her pen, rubbing her temples.
"No need. President Su isn’t here."
"Again?" The executive frowned. "Where is she?"
Jiang Qing sighed. "With her boyfriend."
Honestly.
The President used to be a workaholic. Now? Work took a backseat—Lin Xuan came first.
Jiang Qing couldn’t help but wonder—
President Su and Lin Xuan had been holed up in the Xuanhua Villa for three whole days.
Had he been completely drained yet?
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
his freshman year, Su Bai accidentally bound the "Indulgence Tycoon System." 【Sleeping in? Reward: +$1,000】 【Spent $288 at a street barbecue stall? Cashback: +$2,880】 【Dropped $14,396 on in-game skins? Special reward unlocked: A brand-new Porsche Panamera!】 Luxury cars, penthouses, corporate shares, financial empires… College life was all about living freely and doing whatever he pleased! … When the adorably naive academic genius faced family medical bills and financial struggles, Su Bai waved his hand dismissively: "Your future is on me." "Wuwu~ Big Brother is so good to me! I’ll become a scientist to repay you!" When the genius girl got bullied by a shady professor? Su Bai casually dropped a billion-dollar investment, forcing the university to grovel and beg for her return. A company’s funding chain collapsing? Su Bai smirked—cash was the one thing he’d never run out of. Years later, when people traced the rise of the AI prodigy beauty, who was the man behind her success? Not just that—Su Bai also became the tsundere campus belle’s unattainable dream, the contrast senior’s daily necessity, and the beautiful counselor’s emotional anchor…
to panic—he has a system. As long as an investment target dies, he can claim a reward. And since he is immortal, the one thing he has plenty of is time. ... Countless years later. “Immortal Emperor of Longevity? I invested in him.” “Supreme Celestial Venerable? I invested in him.” “Undying Empress? I invested in her.” “...” “Heh. Once they’ve all died, even the Heavenly Dao will have to kneel and call me Dad.”
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.”
