Day Eight.
Jiang Qing waited until Su Hua arrived.
Jiang Qing: "!!!"
Holy crap!
Did President Su and Young Master Lin really spend seven days and nights with Su Hua?
And Young Master Lin—no, how’s Young Master Lin’s kidney holding up now?
Su Hua sat in the CEO’s office, catching up on work.
She hadn’t been here for days, and a mountain of paperwork had piled up.
"President Su, there’s a meeting today. Will you be attending?" Jiang Qing asked respectfully.
"Mhm." Su Hua nodded.
Jiang Qing’s gaze landed on the dense cluster of hickeys on Su Hua’s neck, and she couldn’t help but remind her, "President Su, there are quite a few red marks on your neck. Would you like to cover them up?"
Su Hua’s slender, jade-white fingers brushed over a bite mark on her snow-white neck.
Her period had ended this morning.
And first thing, she couldn’t resist luring Xuan into bed.
This was where he had bitten her—it still stung a little even now.
"No need." Su Hua’s red lips curled into a smile. "Let them see. Xuan and I are in an open relationship. No need to hide anything."
Jiang Qing fell silent.
How could she forget? The woman before her was a president who practically thrived on flaunting her relationship with Young Master Lin.
Seeing those bite marks on her neck, Su Hua was probably delighted.
Su Hua walked into the conference room with her files.
The moment she stepped in, everyone noticed the marks on her neck. While she took a phone call, they immediately began whispering among themselves.
"Did you see the marks on President Su’s neck?"
"How could anyone miss them? That’s Young Master Lin’s handiwork, right?"
"Who else could get close to President Su besides Young Master Lin? It’s definitely him. Gotta say, their relationship is seriously strong."
"Yeah, most couples get bored after a year, but President Su and Young Master Lin? Feels like they’re still in the honeymoon phase."
"That’s normal. It just means they’re truly in love."
They were so engrossed in their gossip that they didn’t notice Su Hua had already finished her call and re-entered the room.
Listening to their chatter, Su Hua’s crimson lips curled upward uncontrollably. She strode to the head of the table and took her seat.
Ahem, ahem, ahem. One of the executives coughed conspicuously, his eyes darting repeatedly toward Su Hua.
The lively conference room instantly fell silent, as if someone had hit pause.
A single thought flashed through the executives’ minds:
We just gossiped about President Su—and she heard us. We’re so dead.
"Let’s begin," Su Hua said coolly.
The executives braced for an explosion of fury, but throughout the entire meeting, her temper was unusually mild. She barely nitpicked at all.
When the meeting ended, their faces were etched with disbelief.
That’s it?
"What’s going on? President Su didn’t punish us. She was even unusually pleasant today."
This was beyond unbelievable.
"Right, right! President Su hates people talking about her, doesn’t she? She heard us today and didn’t react at all. Is it raining blood outside?"
Normally, they wouldn’t dare gossip about her. But with the whole situation between her and Young Master Lin—especially those glaring marks on her neck—they just couldn’t help themselves.
Jiang Qing paused while gathering her files and raised an eyebrow. "Did you forget? President Su has zero principles when it comes to Young Master Lin. Especially when you all kept going on about how perfect they are together—that’s her favorite thing to hear."
If she hadn’t wanted to hear it, she would’ve covered those marks with foundation.
"Ohhh." The executives had an epiphany. Now that they thought about it, that made perfect sense.
When it came to Young Master Lin, President Su never punished them.
Well—except once.
That time, they’d tried cozying up to Young Master Lin, pestering him for his contact info.
President Su had caught them.
She’d buried them under piles of paperwork for days, until their eyes nearly bled.
Meanwhile, on Lin Xuan’s end—
He’d prepared countermeasures for Feng Yaya, but strangely, she never showed up.
Lin Xuan breathed a sigh of relief.
Good. Saves me the trouble.
At the Feng residence—
Feng Yaya was running on the treadmill, her clothes drenched in sweat.
"Yaya, aren’t you going to see Lin Xuan?" Feng Weimin asked.
"Not yet." Feng Yaya wiped the sweat from her forehead with the towel around her neck. "I’m so overweight right now. If I go like this, I’ll leave a terrible impression."
"I have to lose this weight before I face him."
Only then could she truly captivate Lin Xuan.
In her current state? Forget Lin Xuan—she couldn’t stand the sight of herself.
How could he ever like her like this?
"Alright, take your time." Feng Weimin smiled and nodded.
Seeing Yaya so motivated filled him with joy.
He just hoped Lin Xuan would eventually return her feelings—otherwise, Yaya would be heartbroken.
A shadow of worry crossed Feng Weimin’s brow.
Achoo!
Achoo!
Lin Xuan, who had been researching something on his computer, sneezed several times in a row.
He rubbed his nose.
Who’s thinking about me?
Wang Dahe had been bugging him to play basketball for days, but he’d ignored him. The guy was probably cursing him out right now.
Lin Xuan sent Wang Dahe a message:
[Xuan]: Foster son, you rebelling?
[Foster son]: ???
Wang Dahe rolled his eyes so hard they nearly got stuck.
What kind of nonsense is Xuan spouting this early in the morning?
[Xuan]: Basketball. This afternoon.
Wang Dahe’s eyes lit up.
[Foster son]: Perfect! There’s a game today. Xuan, we’re counting on you.
With Xuan on their team, they’d wipe the floor with those Yundu University players.
Wang Dahe hung up, grinning from ear to ear.
Lin Xuan tossed his phone aside and refocused on his computer.
Skincare and cosmetics were insanely profitable. Products that cost pennies to make could sell for hundreds, even thousands—sometimes tens of thousands—if marketed right. And people ate it up.
Who would say no to more money?
Lin Xuan planned to invest in this industry.
Of course, he didn’t want to waste time running a cosmetics company himself, so he’d go for a technical stake instead.
He had access to otherworldly skincare and makeup formulas with extraordinary effects.
He’d provide the recipes and rake in the profits without lifting a finger.
"Jiang Yutong?" Lin Xuan frowned at the name on the screen.
He recognized her—Jiang Liangjun’s granddaughter. He’d seen her in the news in his past life. Her cosmetics company had been driven to the brink by DR Cosmetics, leaving her with no foothold in the industry.
Speaking of which—
DR was Lin Qingwan’s company.
Lin Xuan smirked coldly.
He hadn’t planned to target Lin Qingwan directly, but now?
Time for a business war.
Which company survives will depend on the other's capabilities.
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
tions: attribute allocation, analysis, proficiency, and simulation. Specializing in mechanical alchemy, from crafting sorcerous battle armor to handcrafting mechanical maidens, his mechanical legion conquers endless realms... Relying on his wits, he begins with a student-teacher romance, wins over a female director, enslaves a female assassin and a underworld queen, becoming the husband of a Grand Duchess... He enslaves the Goddess of Magic from the divine realm, developing his power simultaneously in both the Wizard World and the Realm of Gods...
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."
