"Then carry me, Ah Xuan." Su Hua whispered into Lin Xuan's ear, her red lips brushing against his earlobe from time to time, sending shivers down his spine.
Hua Bao knew his sensitive spots all too well.
No man could resist such teasing.
But at least it seemed Hua Bao’s attention had shifted away from those photos—thank goodness.
It was fine!
He just had to hold on for one more day. Tomorrow, that damned man wouldn’t be able to send any more of those photos.
The woman in his ear continued, her voice low and playful, "Ah Xuan was too amazing yesterday. My legs are still weak, so I need you to carry me."
"Alright, whatever Hua Bao wants."
Lin Xuan scooped Su Hua into his arms, thinking everything was settled.
But as he lifted her, Su Hua’s hand "accidentally" swept across the envelope on the table.
Thud—
The envelope hit the floor, spilling its contents—photos scattering everywhere.
From their angle, both could clearly see what was in those pictures.
Lin Xuan and Su Hua both stared at the fallen envelope.
"What’s this…?" Su Hua narrowed her eyes.
Lin Xuan’s mind screamed: I’m done for.
Damn it!
Heaven was out to ruin him!
"Hua Bao, let me just… clean this up."
Lin Xuan quickly stepped in front of Su Hua, blocking her view, then crouched to gather the photos, trying to hide them as much as possible.
Su Hua watched his flustered movements with amusement in her eyes.
Teasing Ah Xuan was always so entertaining.
Seeing the calm expression on Su Hua’s face, Lin Xuan breathed an internal sigh of relief.
She probably hadn’t seen what was in the photos—otherwise, she wouldn’t be this composed.
Thank goodness.
His kidneys were safe for now.
"Hua Bao, didn’t you say your legs were weak? Go sit on the couch. Once I’m done here, I’ll take you upstairs," Lin Xuan said while hastily collecting the photos.
Su Hua didn’t respond.
Once he finished gathering them, Lin Xuan stood up—
"Hua—"
Then he noticed Su Hua’s gaze fixed on one spot.
Lin Xuan frowned.
What was she looking at?
He followed her line of sight—
And there it was.
A single photo, lying conspicuously on the floor a short distance away.
Shit!
Lin Xuan’s eyes widened.
How did that one get there?
From where he stood, he could only make out an intimate scene between a man and a woman—their faces unclear.
Maybe Hua Bao hadn’t seen it properly…
"Must’ve missed one," he muttered, moving to grab it—but a pale, slender hand picked it up first.
Su Hua’s hand.
Now there was no hiding it.
"Hua Bao…" Lin Xuan’s face stiffened as he looked at her.
Su Hua pressed her lips together, silent, her beautiful eyes locked onto the figures in the photo.
Her expression grew colder by the second.
——
Outside the villa.
Jiang Qing arrived with documents for Su Hua, only to be stopped by a maid.
"Secretary Jiang, Madam Su and Young Master Lin are in the living room. It might not be the best time to go in. Maybe come back later? I’ll call you when Madam Su is free," the maid hinted.
Given Madam Su and Young Master Lin’s… stamina, they probably wouldn’t be done until evening.
Jiang Qing was smart—she should take the hint and leave.
But instead, Jiang Qing played dumb. "Perfect timing, then."
Those photos had already been delivered—twice. There wouldn’t be a third time.
She was certain Su Hua had already begun her performance, using the photos as an excuse to stir up drama.
She’d timed her visit specifically to watch the show.
The documents? Just a cover.
No way she’d miss this.
"But, Secretary Jiang—" The maid tried to protest, but Jiang Qing patted her shoulder reassuringly.
"Don’t worry. It’s fine," Jiang Qing said confidently.
Su Hua would be too busy acting with Lin Xuan to bother with her.
Jiang Qing strode into the living room, files in hand.
There, she saw Su Hua holding a photo, while Lin Xuan clutched a thick envelope—likely containing a dozen more.
Su Hua radiated icy fury. Lin Xuan looked like a man on the verge of a breakdown.
Well, well.
Jiang Qing raised an eyebrow.
Perfect timing—the show was just starting.
She’d expected to miss half of it, but luck was on her side.
Quietly, she positioned herself to watch, resisting the urge to pull out a bag of popcorn.
"Hua Bao, let me explain—" Lin Xuan began nervously.
"Hah—" Su Hua let out a low, mocking laugh. "So these past two days, every time those photos arrived, you’d kiss me senseless and drag me upstairs—just to keep me from seeing them."
Her voice dripped with frost, laced with a hint of hurt. "And here I thought you were just… in the mood."
Her lips curled in disdain. "Turns out you were just humoring me."
Jiang Qing watched, thoroughly entertained.
Madam Su’s acting skills are Oscar-worthy. If she were an actress, she’d sweep all the awards.
Su Hua then snatched the envelope from Lin Xuan’s hands. He wanted to resist—the photos inside showed him in compromising positions with another woman—but he couldn’t refuse.
Helpless, he watched as Su Hua took them all.
One by one, she examined the contents.
First photo: Lin Xuan and Qin Ruoyao by a lake. He was gently wiping something off her face, his gaze tender, full of affection.
Second photo: Lin Xuan and Qin Ruoyao, seemingly kissing.
Third photo: Lin Xuan carrying Qin Ruoyao on his back.
And in the middle—a love letter.
Lin Xuan’s confession to Qin Ruoyao, dripping with sweet nothings.
Lin Xuan’s blood ran cold.
That love letter—from after graduation?!
How the hell did that resurface?!
Damn it!
Whoever sent this was trying to get him killed!
——
Earlier, Jiang Qing had tasked the intelligence division of Night Rose to dig up evidence of Lin Xuan’s affairs.
The members, brainwashed by Hong Yuanjie, despised Lin Xuan—viewing him as a burden to Su Hua. To them, Young Master Huo was the only worthy match.
When they heard Su Hua wanted dirt on Lin Xuan, they went all out, convinced she was finally done with him.
Lin Xuan had only ever been interested in Qin Ruoyao, keeping his distance from other girls, which was why they could only find photos of him with Qin Ruoyao.
The love letter was discovered today, so they placed it inside the photos and had someone deliver it.
Su Hua studied the contents of the letter intently.
Every line was filled with intimate, suggestive words.
with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!
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?"
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
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.”
