Wang Dahe followed Lin Xuan's directions and arrived in front of the villa.
Looking at the imposing little villa, Wang Dahe was puzzled. Could this be a mistake? Wasn’t this villa area reserved for hosting distinguished foreign guests or esteemed professors?
As Wang Dahe looked around in confusion, Jiang Qing approached him with a slight smile and asked, "Are you Mr. Wang?"
"I am," Wang Dahe replied, still dazed.
"Mr. Lin is waiting for you. Please follow me inside."
Jiang Qing led Wang Dahe into the villa.
When Wang Dahe saw the woman sitting on the sofa, his eyes widened in shock.
"Su... Su... Su... Su... Madam Su?" Wait, why was she here?
Holy crap, was she with Xuanzi? Wang Dahe suddenly remembered what Lin Xuan had said—Su Hua, the head of Su Corporation, was his benefactor.
So it was true! Lin Xuan wasn’t just boasting!
Wang Dahe felt lightheaded. Lin Xuan was really something, finding a benefactor who happened to be the most prestigious woman in the country.
"Sister-in-law, hello. I’m Lin Xuan’s friend, Wang Dahe," Wang Dahe introduced himself politely, standing straight.
"Hmm," Su Hua responded with a pleased smile, her red lips curving upward. She glanced at Jiang Qing.
Understanding her cue, Jiang Qing walked over and asked, "Mr. Wang, what’s your bank account number?"
Wang Dahe was confused. Bank account number? What for?
He took out his phone and handed over his account number to Jiang Qing. In less than two minutes, Wang Dahe received a message from his bank.
[An external transfer of 100,000 yuan has been deposited into your account ending with 347. Current balance: 100,145 yuan.]
One, two, three, four, five, six—six zeros!
Holy crap! 100,000 yuan!
Wang Dahe was stunned!
He thought he must have misread it. He rubbed his eyes and counted again. It was indeed 100,000 yuan!
"Sister-in-law, why did you give me 100,000 yuan?" Wang Dahe swallowed hard.
Lin Xuan, who was tidying up: "???" What 100,000 yuan?
Su Hua glanced at him indifferently. "A reward for you."
"Huh?" Wang Dahe was bewildered. What had he done to deserve a reward?
He thought back to what he had just done. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, except for one thing—he had called her "sister-in-law."
So, just by calling her "sister-in-law," he had received a reward of 100,000 yuan...
After finishing his tidying, Lin Xuan started answering Wang Dahe’s questions about computers.
"Dahe, why did Su Hua give you 100,000 yuan just now?" Lin Xuan whispered during a break.
"Oh, that. I called her 'sister-in-law,' and her secretary asked for my bank account number and transferred the money to me."
After hearing Wang Dahe’s explanation, Lin Xuan felt a pang of envy.
Outwardly, he was living a lavish life, with no shortage of luxury in his daily needs. But! He only had a few hundred yuan to his name!
And it was all because he had foolishly let Su Hua freeze his bank account.
After leaving the villa, Wang Dahe immediately rode his bicycle home. He sat on the sofa, repeatedly counting the zeros on his phone.
Wang's mother, who was cleaning, frowned with concern.
Seeing Wang Dahe giggling to himself again, she finally couldn’t hold back. She sat down next to her son, touched his forehead, and then touched her own.
"No fever," Wang's mother muttered, puzzled. "So why is he acting so silly?"
"Mom, look at this!" Wang Dahe excitedly handed his phone to his mother.
"Son, did you rob a bank?" Wang's mother’s eyes widened in shock.
"Mom, what are you talking about? Do I look like that kind of person? I got this by being sweet-tongued! It’s a reward!" Wang Dahe suddenly remembered the watch.
He had kept it safe all this time, not daring to use it.
Given that Su Hua was the head of Su Corporation, 6 million yuan was probably like 600 yuan to her.
"A reward of 100,000 yuan for being sweet-tongued? Who are you trying to fool?" Wang's mother didn’t believe a word of it.
"I got this reward because of my connection with Lin Xuan. Mom, if you don’t believe me, ask Lin Xuan." In his mother’s eyes, Lin Xuan was the epitome of the "perfect son" from other families. His words carried more weight than Wang Dahe’s.
Worried that Wang Dahe might have gone astray, Wang's mother called Lin Xuan to confirm. Only then did she fully believe it.
"There’s such a good thing?" Wang's mother exclaimed in amazement. She couldn’t help but ask, "Who exactly gave you this money?"
"Lin Xuan’s girlfriend."
"She’s that rich? Is she just playing with Lin Xuan’s feelings?" Wang's mother’s tone was laced with concern.
"Mom, don’t worry. What does Lin Xuan have that’s worth scamming? Besides, I saw the way she looks at him. The love in her eyes is practically overflowing."
She must really, really like Lin Xuan!
The next day happened to be a Saturday.
Lin Xuan was sleeping soundly in bed. He had been worn out by Su Hua these past few days and needed to catch up on his sleep.
It wasn’t until 11:30 a.m. that he finally got out of bed.
After washing up and brushing his teeth, he went downstairs for lunch.
"Mr. Lin, Madam has a business lunch today and won’t be back," the butler, Wang, informed him respectfully.
"Got it," Lin Xuan replied.
After finishing his meal, Lin Xuan went into his study and started writing again. He completed the remaining chapters of the two novels he had been serializing and uploaded them to the Feiyue Novel website.
Tomorrow, another novel would be published on a different website, and he planned to release all the chapters in one go.
Foxtail, with dark circles under his eyes, was in the break room, scrolling through novels while eating.
Since becoming an editor, he had become somewhat disillusioned with novels. However, Lin Xuan’s novel was the first one in his career that had completely captivated him.
The emotional depth, the plot design—it was simply brilliant!
The sad parts made him cry, the thrilling parts were exhilarating, and the sweet moments made him want to fall in love.
He was completely immersed in the protagonist’s emotional journey.
This Lin Xuan was destined to become a legend in the novel world!
But Lin Xuan had been updating so frequently that Foxtail had been staying up until 3 a.m. every night, reading whenever he had a spare moment. It had really taken a toll on him.
Thankfully, he was almost done.
Foxtail wanted to check how many chapters were left, but the number kept increasing until it reached over 300 more chapters. The final chapter was labeled "The End."
Foxtail was dumbfounded and immediately contacted Lin Xuan.
[Foxtail: Bro, how did you finish updating the entire novel in one go? Didn’t you promise not to release all the chapters in a single day?]
[Lin Xuan: I didn’t break my promise. I agreed yesterday, so I finished updating today.]
Foxtail: "..." He was speechless.
[Foxtail: So when are you starting your next novel?]
With his writing skills and plot design, the next one was bound to be a hit!
[Lin Xuan: It’s already started.]
Foxtail checked Lin Xuan’s profile but couldn’t find it. He asked, puzzled, [I don’t see it. Where is it?]
[Lin Xuan: On the Qiezi website.]
Foxtail: "..." Bro, you really don’t hold back, do you?
[Foxtail: Why did you go to another site?]
Foxtail was nervous. Had he been too restrictive with Lin Xuan’s updates, causing him to leave?
[Lin Xuan: Don’t put all your eggs in one basket.]
Foxtail breathed a sigh of relief. As long as Lin Xuan wasn’t upset with him, it was fine.
[Foxtail: Will you come back to our site for your next novel?]
[Lin Xuan: I’m not going anywhere.] He was planning to launch his own novel website.
Foxtail frowned. Was Lin Xuan quitting the industry?
Lin Xuan opened Weibo and casually browsed through entertainment news. Since he planned to start an entertainment company, it was good to stay updated on the current trends in the industry.
He stumbled upon a trending topic.
[Orange News: Yu Wanqing from Su Dieyi Studio was eliminated in the first round of a singing competition. With her studio facing repeated setbacks, what’s next? According to insider sources, if Yu Wanqing fails again this time, Su Dieyi may disband the studio.]
Lin Xuan remembered Su Dieyi. She had been suppressed for a long time, but later her songs became wildly popular across the country.
Lin Xuan looked up the artists under Su Dieyi Studio. Several of them were talented singers who would later become very successful.
If he could bring them into his company, it would be a huge advantage.
But the studio was on the verge of collapse, with nothing left.
It seemed he needed to find a way to convince Su Hua to invest. After all, it’s better to keep the benefits within the family.
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
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.”
