Looking at the content on her phone, Su Hua's expression darkened abruptly. Her fingers tightened around the device, the slender, jade-like digits turning white from the pressure.
"President Su, did something happen?" Jiang Qing noticed the shift in Su Hua's demeanor and asked curiously.
"Nothing." Su Hua turned off her phone and shook her head nonchalantly.
Really, nothing?
Jiang Qing's face betrayed his skepticism.
"Jiang Qing." Su Hua's eyes were shadowed with intensity. "Any leads on 'Shang'?"
"None." Jiang Qing shook his head. "They're hiding too well. President Su, Zhao Long knows you too well—he’s familiar with your methods. Should we prepare more thoroughly before making a move?"
"No. The sooner, the better."
Su Hua's beautiful eyes burned with murderous intent.
She wanted Shang eradicated—immediately. She couldn’t afford to give them a chance to strike.
This way, Xuan would never regain his memories. He wouldn’t resist her like before.
She was terrified—terrified that Shang might restore Xuan’s memories, that he’d remember the monstrous side of her, that he’d try to escape her again like he once had.
The way Xuan treated her now was so, so good. This happiness—she refused to lose it.
"Understood. I’ll deploy more personnel to track Shang’s whereabouts," Jiang Qing replied dutifully.
"One more thing." Su Hua’s voice was icy. "Assign more guards to protect Xuan. He must not come to any harm."
"Of course." Jiang Qing nodded.
Su Hua’s gaze fell on a photo of her and Lin Xuan on the desk, her beautiful eyes glinting with bloodthirsty resolve.
She would never allow anyone to take Xuan away from her.
Anyone who dared hurt him—or tried to separate him from her—deserved death.
Just then, a message from Lin Xuan lit up her phone.
[Xuan]: Hua Bao, I’ll bring you lunch at noon. Wait for me.
The frigid sharpness in Su Hua’s eyes softened instantly at his words.
[Hua Bao]: Mm, I’ll wait.
Jiang Qing raised an eyebrow.
The president’s mood shifted so drastically—it had to be Young Master Lin contacting her.
Su Hua took a set of clothes into the bathroom. After her shower, she hesitated before putting them on.
In the end, she didn’t wear them. Instead, she returned to the walk-in closet and retrieved an entirely black lace lingerie set.
She slipped into it.
Over it, she wore a fitted blouse and a tight leather miniskirt that ended high on her thighs.
Lin Xuan arrived at Su Corporation carrying two lunch boxes.
"Young Master Lin, good afternoon!"
"Young Master Lin, here to deliver lunch to President Su again? What an incredible boyfriend."
"Young Master Lin, President Su is so lucky to have you."
Every Su Corporation employee who crossed paths with him greeted him warmly.
They’d all noticed how much happier President Su had been since getting a boyfriend—gone was her usual frosty demeanor.
Lin Xuan had also become their savior on more than one occasion.
They practically worshipped the ground he walked on.
Not a single employee envied Lin Xuan for being with Su Hua.
They knew better—even if President Su didn’t love him, she’d never look their way.
A woman like her was beyond their league.
So, the male employees at Su Corporation could only admire Lin Xuan, never resent him.
Lin Xuan visited often enough that their enthusiasm no longer fazed him.
"Hey, good to see you all," he replied casually before stepping into the CEO’s private elevator, heading straight for Su Hua’s floor.
Once the doors opened, he asked, "Secretary Jiang, where’s Hua Bao?"
Jiang Qing smiled slightly. "President Su has been waiting for you in her office."
"Thanks."
Lin Xuan nodded and pushed open the door to the CEO’s office. The first thing he saw was Su Hua seated at her desk, seemingly engrossed in paperwork—though her mind had long drifted to him.
He unpacked the lunch boxes onto the table. "Hua Bao, time to eat."
Su Hua acted as though she’d only just noticed his arrival.
She closed the file and rose from her chair.
Step by step, she approached him.
When Lin Xuan looked up and saw her, he froze.
He’d never seen Hua Bao dressed like this before.
Her slightly curled hair cascaded over her shoulders and back. The blouse she wore strained against her chest, as if threatening to burst at any moment.
And beneath the leather miniskirt—black stockings.
Lin Xuan: "!!!"
Damn!
Was she trying to seduce him?
With great effort, he tore his gaze away. "Hua Bao, let’s eat before the food gets cold."
Su Hua walked straight to him and settled onto his lap.
"What was Xuan looking at just now?" The stunning woman smiled, her eyes glinting with amusement.
"N-Nothing." His gaze darted away—only to land helplessly on her thighs again.
Black stockings—every man’s weakness.
He was no exception.
The sheer stockings, paired with her porcelain skin, the fitted blouse, and the leather skirt—it all wove an intoxicating allure around her.
Su Hua looped her soft arms around his neck, her red lips curving. "Do you like this outfit, Xuan?"
"I do." The admission slipped out before he could stop it.
Delight flickered in her eyes.
Of course Xuan liked it.
"Hua Bao… maybe wear this less often," he couldn’t help adding.
"Are you worried other men might see me like this?" She arched a brow.
"Yeah." He nodded.
That was part of it.
Dressed like this, Hua Bao was irresistible. If she went out, countless eyes would be glued to her.
The mere thought made his stomach twist.
"Don’t worry, Xuan." Her slender waist bent slightly as she pressed her lips to his ear, whispering, "I just changed into this. My beauty is for you alone."
"Because… I belong only to you."
Lin Xuan’s heart pounded violently.
Hua Bao’s words were lethal.
"Hua Bao," he coughed lightly, "let’s eat. The food’s getting cold."
"Alright." Her smile deepened. "Feed me, mm?"
"Okay."
Obediently, he picked up some food and brought it to her lips. Su Hua bit into it, eyes gleaming, then pulled his neck down.
Tilting her head back, she exposed the elegant curve of her swan-like throat before capturing his lips and transferring the shrimp into his mouth.
When she finally pulled away, her lips curled. "You must be hungry too, Xuan. As your girlfriend, it’s only right that I feed you as well."
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?"
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.”
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
g Yu was preparing for retirement when her organization decided to eliminate her. She transmigrated to a zombie apocalypse world. However, a tiny unexpected situation occurred: She somehow transformed into an adorable little girl?!
