"Are you looking forward to her arrival?" Su Hua's fingers traced circles on Lin Xuan's chest, her tone feigning nonchalance.
"Of course," Lin Xuan answered without hesitation.
Su Hua's fingers stilled, and the air around her turned icy, chilling to the bone.
A servant rubbed their arms.
Why was it suddenly so cold?
Lin Xuan continued, "Earlier, I overheard the bodyguards talking about how Feng Yaya is coming personally to deal with Lin Li."
"Only when Feng Yaya arrives will there be a good show to watch. That’s why I’m looking forward to her coming."
The coldness around Su Hua dissipated slightly.
She knew exactly why Xuan was so excited to see Feng Yaya and was certain he would never be interested in her.
Still, she couldn’t help feeling jealous.
Only when Xuan said it out loud did she feel somewhat reassured.
"What do you think of Feng Yaya?" Su Hua pressed.
The question put Lin Xuan on high alert.
Back at Lin Li’s wedding, Feng Yaya had seemed somewhat interested in him, and because of her, Su Hua had locked him in a dark room for three days and nights.
He had to answer this carefully.
If his answer displeased Su Hua, he had no idea how she’d punish him next.
After weighing his words, Lin Xuan replied, "Feng Yaya is fat and stupid. She’s not even worth comparing to you, Hua Bao."
He pulled Su Hua closer and added, "In my eyes, no other woman is even qualified to stand beside you."
Clearly appeased, Su Hua’s lips curled into a smile.
Xuan was so well-behaved.
Lin Xuan turned his attention back to the video.
"Miss," the bodyguards greeted respectfully.
One of them pointed at a burlap sack on the ground. "Miss, Lin Li is inside this sack."
Feng Yaya’s voice was icy. "Dump water on him. Wake him up."
"Yes," the bodyguard acknowledged.
Soon, a bucket of ice-cold water splashed over Lin Li, jolting him awake.
The moment he opened his eyes, all he saw was darkness, save for a sliver of light seeping through the sack’s seams.
"Help!"
"Someone help me!"
Lin Li screamed again.
Feng Yaya let out a cold laugh and ordered, "Take the sack off him."
So what if Lin Li found out it was her?
Starlight Group was nowhere near Feng Corporation’s level—Lin Li couldn’t touch her.
The sack was yanked off Lin Li’s head.
Before him stood a pair of white high heels and thick legs.
So fat… Who was this?
Lin Li’s gaze traveled upward until it landed on Feng Yaya’s frosty expression. His pupils shrank in shock.
It really was Feng Yaya!
The hopelessness in Lin Li’s eyes was replaced by a flicker of hope.
So the Feng family had kidnapped him.
Feng Weimin had always despised him, and he had hidden the fact that he was a eunuch from both Feng Yaya and her father.
If Feng Weimin had been the one to show up today, escape would’ve been impossible.
But Feng Yaya was here!
She was the most love-struck and gullible of them all. A few sweet words, a little coaxing, and she’d surely soften and let him go.
"Yaya."
Lin Li’s face instantly morphed into one of deep affection, his eyes fixed on her.
"Finally, I see you again. Do you know how much I’ve missed you? These past few days, I’ve dreamed of nothing but you. I’ve wanted to come find you so badly."
"But I know I hurt you deeply by hiding the truth about my condition. I was too ashamed to face you, too afraid to reach out. And even if I tried, your father would never have let me see you."
"I never thought I’d get to see you again so soon."
His voice brimmed with joy.
Feng Yaya watched him with mocking eyes. Ever since she’d snapped out of her infatuation, the illusion she’d had of Lin Li had shattered.
She wouldn’t be fooled by his lies again.
Hearing his "heartfelt" words, she felt nothing but cold disdain.
Lin Li waited, but Feng Yaya remained silent.
No matter.
After how he’d deceived her, it was natural she’d still be angry. He just needed to sweet-talk her a little more.
Lin Li pressed on, "Yaya, what I said that day was true. The only reason I hid my condition was because I love you."
"There were so many times I wanted to tell you, but I couldn’t. I was terrified you’d reject me."
His eyes reddened, tears streaming down his face.
Lin Xuan stroked his chin, clicking his tongue in admiration.
No denying it—
Lin Li’s acting was top-notch. If he were just an ordinary man, Lin Xuan would’ve recruited him into the company and groomed him for stardom. With skills like that, Lin Li could’ve easily become an award-winning actor.
"Yaya."
Lin Li’s gaze remained locked on Feng Yaya, overflowing with fake devotion.
"I still love you. Can you accept me as I am now? I promise, I’ll make it up to you in every other way. I’ll treat you well for the rest of my life."
Still, Feng Yaya said nothing.
Lin Li’s lips twisted into a bitter smile. "Forget it. A woman as outstanding as you, with your family’s status… you deserve a better man. I shouldn’t hold you back."
Clap. Clap. Clap.
Feng Yaya slowly applauded.
"What a performance. Lin Li, I never knew you were such a talented actor."
Thankfully, she’d learned the truth beforehand. Otherwise, she might’ve fallen for his act again today.
"Yaya," Lin Li said, pressing his lips together. "I wasn’t acting. Every word I said was true. I swear."
He raised two fingers toward the ceiling, declaring, "If a single word I just said was a lie, may lightning strike me dead. May I die a miserable death."
He didn’t believe in divine retribution—everything was man-made. He’d sworn countless oaths before, and none had ever come true.
So vows like this rolled off his tongue effortlessly.
Heh.
A cold laugh escaped Feng Yaya’s lips, her plump face twisted in contempt.
"Lin Li!"
"Stop pretending!"
Lin Li knelt on the ground, looking up at her. His heart lurched.
Why did Feng Yaya seem so different today?
The love in her eyes was gone, replaced by pure ice.
Had she found out something?
"I know everything," Feng Yaya sneered.
Lin Li’s stomach dropped.
His lips trembled as he asked, "What… do you know?"

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?"

for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?

and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!