Su Hua noticed the expression on Lin Xuan's face, and the amusement in her eyes deepened.
"What's on your mind, Ah Xuan? Hmm?" Su Hua arched her charming brows.
Lin Xuan cleared his throat lightly. "Nothing."
"Hua Bao, hurry up and eat. The food will get cold soon."
Su Hua and Lin Xuan shared another sweet and intimate lunch together.
Afterward, Su Hua clung to Lin Xuan, and the two of them lay side by side on the bed in the resting room.
"Hua Bao," Lin Xuan began, opening his heart to her. "I’ve already decided—in this lifetime, it’s only you I’ll love, only you I’ll be with. So, Hua Bao, you don’t have to worry about me changing my mind."
Su Hua pressed her lips together.
That’s what Ah Xuan thinks now, but what if he regains his memories?
He’d probably want to stay as far away from her as possible.
The message she had received in her office today flashed through her mind, and her fingers unconsciously tightened around Lin Xuan’s clothes.
What exactly is Shang planning?
Seeing that Su Hua remained silent, Lin Xuan sighed inwardly.
It seemed Hua Bao still couldn’t bring herself to fully trust his words.
But there was time. He would prove his devotion to her through his actions.
At Jiangtong Company, Jiang Yutong had handed over the formulas to her team for production.
These employees were fiercely loyal to her, and she had no concerns about them betraying her or leaking the formulas to outsiders.
"President Jiang," one of the staff couldn’t help but ask, "where did you get these four cosmetic products? The results are absolutely astonishing."
Jiang Yutong smirked. "Let’s just say I met a benefactor."
She couldn’t help but wonder—was giving Lin Xuan a 40% stake in the company too little?
Well, she could always find a reason to give him more later.
Ah.
Jiang Yutong sighed again.
If only she could coax Lin Xuan into becoming her younger brother—she’d shower him with endless gifts.
But alas, Lin Xuan showed no interest in being her little brother.
"Produce these cosmetics in large quantities. I have a feeling they’ll be a massive hit, so we need to be prepared," Jiang Yutong instructed.
"Understood," the subordinate nodded.
"But President Jiang, mass production will require significant funds. Our current company reserves might not be enough," her secretary reminded her cautiously.
Jiang Yutong pulled out a card. "This has all my savings, plus some my sister gave me. Use this for production."
The secretary: "..."
How could she forget? This was the second daughter of the Jiang Family—someone who never had to worry about money.
After arranging everything, Jiang Yutong returned to her office and sat down.
Lin Qingwan called her.
With a smirk, she asked, "So, President Jiang, have you made up your mind? Are you selling your company to me?"
"No," Jiang Yutong replied coldly.
"President Jiang, think carefully. My company, DR, has been steadily suppressing yours. If this continues, your company’s value will only keep dropping. You won’t get such a good price later."
"Dropping in value? Are you sure about that, Lin Qingwan?" Jiang Yutong scoffed.
"Hasn’t your company been like this for the past year?" Lin Qingwan said smugly.
Jiang Yutong sneered. "Only because your company used its reputation to steal our product formulas and manufacture identical products. Otherwise, would we be in this position?"
This time, Lin Xuan had specifically added something to these products—a feature that would create confusion.
If Lin Qingwan’s company dared to steal the formulas again, they’d only bring trouble upon themselves.
Lin Qingwan chuckled but didn’t respond.
In business, there was no room for morality—that’s what her father had taught her. As long as it benefited the company, stealing Jiangtong’s formulas was nothing.
"President Jiang, I suggest you focus on how to keep your company afloat instead."
With that, Lin Qingwan hung up.
Jiang Yutong ended the call as well.
"President Jiang," her secretary asked worriedly, "what if Lin Qingwan steals our formulas again? What do we do?"
The thought of such excellent beauty products being copied by Lin Qingwan’s company was unbearable.
"Don’t worry. If they dare to steal, they’ll reap what they sow," Jiang Yutong said confidently.
The secretary relaxed.
It seemed President Jiang had a backup plan.
Just as Jiang Yutong placed her phone on the desk, another call came in.
"Yutong, something’s wrong. Come home immediately—Grandpa’s in trouble!" Jiang Manting’s urgent voice rang through the phone.
"What?" Jiang Yutong shot to her feet and rushed out of the office.
Soon, she arrived at the Jiang Family residence.
"Sis, what’s wrong with Grandpa?" Jiang Yutong asked anxiously.
Jiang Manting bit her lip and shook her head.
Unable to wait for an answer, Jiang Yutong pushed open the door to Grandpa Jiang’s room—only to find him sitting on the bed, wiping an old photo album with a tissue.
His complexion was healthy, showing no signs of illness.
"Sis, you said Grandpa was sick, but he looks fine. What’s going on?" Jiang Yutong asked, bewildered.
Jiang Manting sighed. "Just look for yourself."
Jiang Yutong sat beside Grandpa Jiang and saw the photo in his hands—it showed Grandpa, Grandma, their father, and an unfamiliar woman.
Grandpa Jiang kept tracing the woman’s image in the photo, murmuring, "Qin’er."
"Don’t run off with another man, alright? The Jiang Family is your home. He only wants your money—he won’t treat you well."
Qin’er?
Jiang Yutong turned to her sister in confusion. "Sis, who is this woman?"
"Most likely, she’s our aunt—Jiang Shuqin," Jiang Manting answered.
"We have an aunt?" Jiang Yutong was stunned.
She had never heard of an aunt in all her years growing up.
If they had one, why had their father and grandfather never mentioned her?
"Yes," Jiang Manting nodded. "But for some reason, she cut ties with our family."
"I’ve tried asking Dad about it indirectly, but he refuses to talk."
"Grandpa," Jiang Yutong tried to speak to him, but Grandpa Jiang didn’t respond. His eyes were vacant, and he kept murmuring Jiang Shuqin’s name.
Jiang Yutong’s heart clenched. "Sis, what’s really happening to Grandpa?"
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?"
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."
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.”
