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?
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.”
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
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?"
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
