The thirty-minute journey was forcefully shortened to eighteen minutes by Lin Xuan.
The bodyguard had been waiting outside the hotel long before his arrival.
As soon as he spotted Lin Xuan, he hurried forward. "Young Master Lin," he greeted respectfully.
"Mm." Lin Xuan nodded urgently. "Where's Hua?" he asked.
"Boss Su is still locked inside her room," the bodyguard replied dutifully. "Young Master Lin, please follow me."
"Since you're by Hua’s side, you must know what happened. Tell me everything about today’s incident," Lin Xuan demanded quickly.
He needed to understand why Hua had relapsed.
"Yes," the bodyguard complied and began recounting the day’s events in detail.
"Nothing unusual happened earlier. Boss Su arrived by car, and everything was peaceful. But after she stepped out and entered the hotel, a couple started arguing right in front of her. Boss Su stood outside the hotel, listening to them. Before long, her eyes turned red, and she had an episode."
Lin Xuan frowned deeply. "What were they arguing about?"
It sounded like the couple was the only anomaly.
"Roughly, the woman asked the man why he had treated her so well before but suddenly changed. The man then admitted he had been lying to her..." The bodyguard relayed the gist of the couple’s quarrel to Lin Xuan.
The receptionist sighed heavily.
She was practically bursting with frustration.
She knew Boss Su was the one who had presented the award to Lin Xuan’s younger brother, but she couldn’t reveal it.
Ugh.
Hearing footsteps, the receptionist immediately straightened up. "Hello, may I—"
Her words cut off abruptly.
Her eyes widened in disbelief as she stared at Lin Xuan’s face.
Wasn’t this Lin Xuan’s younger brother?!
She was actually seeing him in person?!
The receptionist thought she must be mistaken.
As a fan, how could she possibly meet her idol so easily?
She rubbed her eyes and looked again.
It was still unmistakably Lin Xuan’s face!
It really was him!
Aaaaah—
The receptionist nearly screamed in excitement but managed to clamp a hand over her mouth.
She kept staring at Lin Xuan’s retreating figure until he disappeared from sight.
"Wait!"
A sudden realization struck her, sending shockwaves through her.
Wasn’t that bodyguard part of Boss Su’s entourage? Earlier, he had warned her not to disclose Boss Su’s identity.
And now, he was leading Lin Xuan’s younger brother into the hotel—undoubtedly taking him to see Boss Su.
Holy crap, holy crap, holy craaaaap!
Did this mean Boss Su and Lin Xuan’s younger brother were actually involved?!
That day, when Boss Su invested in the National Computer Competition and personally handed out awards—was that not a coincidence, but a deliberate move to present the award to Lin Xuan’s younger brother?!
The receptionist felt like she had stumbled onto something monumental.
Rumors painted Boss Su as indifferent to men and aloof.
She had thought the idea of Boss Su and Lin Xuan’s younger brother being together was nothing more than an impossible dream.
Yet here she was, witnessing her ship possibly sailing in real life!
The receptionist grabbed her phone and started typing furiously.
[Boss Su and Lin Xuan’s younger brother might actually be a couple!!!!]
Her friends immediately popped up in the group chat.
[???]
[?]
[Are you serious? You sound so sure—do you have proof? Spill it, quick!!]
All five members of the group were now online, eyes glued to their screens, eagerly awaiting the receptionist’s response.
Seeing everyone demanding solid evidence, the receptionist’s excitement was doused like a bucket of cold water.
Even if she knew Boss Su and Lin Xuan’s younger brother were together, she couldn’t spill the details.
She’d be digging her own grave.
The receptionist could only reply: [Just a hunch.]
After sending that, she added: [A woman’s intuition.]
The group erupted in mockery.
They had thought Xiao Li had some concrete proof, but it was just gut feeling.
The receptionist: [This is definitely real! Just wait for their wedding day. If I’m wrong, I’ll gain twenty pounds!]
Her friends: ?????
That serious?!
Xiao Li was obsessed with her figure—she wouldn’t even eat an extra leaf of greens.
Yet she was willing to bet twenty pounds on Boss Su and Lin Xuan’s younger brother getting married?!
She was that confident?!
The receptionist put her phone away.
Just the thought of Su Hua and Lin Xuan being together made her giddy with joy.
Lin Xuan had now heard the full story from the bodyguard.
His frown deepened.
This couldn’t be a coincidence. He had a strong feeling the couple hadn’t appeared by chance.
Someone might have deliberately placed them there to stage that argument in front of Hua.
Lin Xuan’s gaze darkened.
Jiang Qing paced back and forth outside the hotel room door.
"Why hasn’t Young Master Lin arrived yet?" she muttered.
The secret room at Ye Yuan was sturdy—without a key or specialized tools, it couldn’t be opened. That was why, when Boss Su had episodes, they could safely confine her there.
But this hotel room was ordinary.
It might hold a normal person, but Boss Su in her frenzied state? There was no telling how long the door would last.
BANG—
The hotel room door was kicked open by Su Hua, slamming onto the floor with a heavy thud.
Jiang Qing: "!!!!"
Boss Su had broken out already?!
The bodyguards who witnessed this felt their scalps prickle in dread.
This was bad. Very bad. Boss Su was out.
Su Hua’s eyes swept over every face in the room, her aura growing even more menacing.
Her little bed slave wasn’t here.
He wasn’t here…
Was he afraid of her? Hiding from her?
Or off cozying up with some other woman?
The thought of Lin Xuan with someone else sent Su Hua’s rage spiraling further.
Jiang Qing took a deep breath and ordered, "Do whatever it takes to stop Boss Su."
"Yes!"
Terrified but obedient, the bodyguards rushed forward, surrounding Su Hua.
Even the hidden guards emerged.
There were over a dozen of them now, yet their legs still trembled uncontrollably.
Even with this many, they stood no chance.
Against a rational Boss Su, they were already outmatched. Now, with her in this frenzied state? Hopeless.
Thanks to Mo Xing Qi Dao, Maple Leaves Turn to Longing, Jian La~, Sick JJ, Ye Wu Geng, and other dear ones for the gifts.
Still begging for small tokens of love like "Powered by Love." If you’re in school, my book might as well be doomed.
On my knees, begging!
Love you all.
UU
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.”
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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?"
