Lin Li sensed the danger and immediately turned to run back to his car.
Just as his hand touched the car door handle, a bodyguard kicked him from behind, sending him sprawling to the ground.
"Trying to run? Don’t even think about it!"
Sitting on the ground, Lin Li glared at them, gritting his teeth. "Who the hell are you? What do you want?"
"Who we are isn’t something you need to know."
The bodyguards wasted no time on further words. One of them swiftly pulled a burlap sack over Lin Li’s head.
"Let me go!"
"Help! Someone help!"
Lin Li struggled violently, shouting at the top of his lungs.
One of the bodyguards frowned and asked, "Do we have tape or a rag or something?"
"No," another replied, shaking his head.
None of them wanted to tear their own clothes to gag him, so one simply delivered a sharp chop to the back of Lin Li’s neck, knocking him unconscious.
Before darkness took him, despair flashed in Lin Li’s eyes.
His mind replayed scenes from the two previous times he’d been locked in a basement and tortured—each experience worse than death.
He never wanted to go through that again.
He should have hired bodyguards, but he was broke now. He couldn’t afford any.
Was he really about to endure that unbearable agony once more?
The first time, they’d forced him to drink a potion that rendered him a eunuch.
The second time, they’d ripped out his fingernails and toenails.
So what would they do to him this time?
After Lin Li passed out, the bodyguards dragged him into the trunk of a car.
Then, they called Feng Weimin.
Feng Weimin listened to the report on the other end of the line and nodded. "Good. Understood."
He hung up.
"Dad, who was that? Someone from the company?"
Feng Yaya was sulking as she picked at the bland meal in front of her—plain boiled greens, hard-boiled eggs, and tasteless chicken breast.
It was disgusting.
If not for her determination to become someone worthy of Lin Xuan—to make him notice her—she wouldn’t be forcing this down.
Feng Weimin answered, "Yaya, my secretary just called. They’ve captured Lin Li."
"So soon?" Feng Yaya’s eyes lit up.
Feng Weimin nodded. "Didn’t you say you wanted to teach him a lesson yourself? Still interested?"
"Absolutely." Feng Yaya’s gaze darkened.
If Lin Li dared to scheme against her, he’d better be ready to face the consequences.
She wasn’t someone to be trifled with!
Meanwhile, Su Hua had people keeping tabs on Lin Li. The moment something happened, Jiang Qing immediately called her—right in the middle of a heated kiss with Lin Xuan in the movie theater.
The ringing shattered the intimate moment.
Su Hua pressed the phone to her ear, her voice icy. "This better be important."
Jiang Qing shivered.
She rubbed her arms.
Damn, the boss was in a foul mood today. Had she swallowed explosives or something?
Wait.
Su Hua was with Young Master Lin Xuan. Those two were always all over each other.
If Su Hua was this pissed… had she interrupted them in the middle of—
Jiang Qing shuddered.
Disturbing Su Hua’s fun? She must have a death wish.
She rushed to explain, "Boss, you told us to monitor Lin Li and report any developments immediately, right?"
So she had a valid reason for calling.
This wasn’t her fault.
Jiang Qing continued, "I just got word—the Feng family knocked Lin Li out and stuffed him in a sack."
Su Hua’s voice remained frosty. "Unless it involves Xuan, don’t bother me with his affairs again."
She hung up.
Jiang Qing exhaled in relief.
The boss was terrifying.
Especially when her… activities were interrupted.
Even though Su Hua hadn’t punished her, Jiang Qing feared retaliation later.
Back in the theater, Lin Xuan asked curiously, "Hua, what happened to Lin Li?"
Su Hua replied, "The Feng family took him."
"No way!"
Lin Xuan stroked his chin, intrigued. "After all the lies he fed them, Lin Li’s in for a world of pain."
He smirked. "This’ll be fun to watch."
Then he turned to Su Hua. "Hey, Hua, can your people record whatever the Fengs do to him?"
Su Hua nodded. "I’ll arrange it."
She typed out a message to Jiang Qing:
[Su Hua, the Demon Boss]: Get footage of Lin Li being tortured. Xuan wants to see it.
[Jiang Qing]: Understood, Boss.
Jiang Qing finally relaxed.
So Young Master Lin Xuan was interested in Lin Li’s suffering. If he was happy, Su Hua’s anger would fade.
Looks like she’d survive this interruption after all.
Lin Xuan really was her savior.
Lin Xuan mused, "I wonder how the Fengs will mess him up this time."
Whatever they did, he just hoped they didn’t kill Lin Li outright.
That would ruin his entertainment.
Seeing Lin Xuan’s eager expression, Su Hua’s cold aura vanished completely.
As long as Xuan was happy.
"Hua." Su Hua leaned closer, her voice low. "Jiang Qing will contact us once there’s footage. Let’s finish the movie, hm?"
"Sure." Lin Xuan nodded.
Su Hua rested her head against his chest as the film played on.
The romantic leads on-screen shared passionate kisses before tumbling into bed together.
The scene cut to a shot of their clothes scattered on the floor, the rest left to the imagination.
After a while, Lin Xuan couldn’t resist stealing a glance at Su Hua’s lips under the dim theater light. He swallowed hard.
The sharp-eyed beauty noticed instantly. A smirk curled her lips as she whispered in his ear, "If you want me, Xuan, I’ll gladly oblige."
Truthfully, she wanted him too.
Su Hua tilted her head up, pulling Lin Xuan down into another deep kiss.
Meanwhile, Lin Li found himself in a familiar nightmare—dragged into yet another basement.
He remained unconscious until Feng Yaya arrived.
Lin Xuan and Su Hua had already returned to Night Garden. The live feed from the basement streamed directly to Su Hua’s phone.
She had the staff project it onto the TV.
Su Hua remembered Feng Yaya all too well.
Lin Li’s bride-to-be.
The same woman who’d once set her sights on Xuan.
Su Hua’s eyes narrowed dangerously.
Lin Xuan, however, sounded thrilled. "Here we go. It’s starting."
ey change clothes. Li Chuan contributed all his possessions, only to find that things were not as they seemed. Almost a year after joining, he hadn’t managed to get a single Daoist consort. Thinking he had been deceived, he was approached by a stunning senior fellow disciple who asked if he would like to form a spiritual bond. For those who don’t practice cultivation, they might not know what “forming a spiritual bond” is. Let me put it this way: A long-term relationship is called a “Daoist consort,” while a short-term relationship is known as “forming a spiritual bond.” From then on, Li Chuan discovered the true way to interact with the Yin-Yang Sect’s Daoist consorts. As long as he had enough spirit stones, he could form a spiritual bond with anyone, Whether it’s Senior Sisters, aunts, Daoist consorts of aunts, female elders, Daoist consorts of elders, or even the Daoist consort of the sect leader, anyone can form a spiritual bond as long as there are enough spirit stones.” I've already joined the Yin-Yang Sect, and you're telling me to focus on cultivation? Do you even know what the Yin-Yang Sect is all about?
reezy rom-com) Good news: Jiang Liu is quite the ladies' man. Bad news: He’s lost his memory. Lying in a hospital bed, Jiang Liu listens to a parade of goddesses spouting "absurd claims," feeling like the world is one giant game of Werewolf. "Jiang Liu, I’m your first love." "Jiang Liu, you’re my boyfriend—she’s your ex." "Jiang Liu, we’re close friends who’ve shared a bed, remember?" "Jiang Liu, I want to have your baby." The now-lucid Jiang Liu is convinced this must be some elaborate scam... until someone drops the bombshell: "The day before you lost your memory, you confessed your feelings—and got into a relationship." Jiang Liu is utterly baffled. So... who the hell is his actual girlfriend?! ... Before recovering his memories, Jiang Liu must navigate this minefield of lies and sincerity, fighting to protect himself from these women’s schemes. But things spiral even further out of control as more people show up at his doorstep—each with increasingly unhinged antics. On the bright side, the memories he lost due to overwhelming trauma seem to be resurfacing. Great news, right? So why are they all panicking now?
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
