"Young Master Lin needed to buy time so his people could infiltrate and ambush the Shang organization. Zhao Long was fixated on driving a wedge between you and Young Master Lin, which is why he deliberately said those hurtful things to you."
Upon hearing this, a glimmer of light flickered in Su Hua's eyes.
Was it all an act with Zhao Long?
"President Su," Jiang Qing, the peacemaker, spoke again, "Young Master Lin has regained the memories he lost. But from what I’ve observed, his attitude toward you hasn’t changed. Though I don’t know what those memories contained, I suspect there might be some misunderstanding."
"If there were no misunderstanding, Young Master Lin would surely despise you by now. If he truly despised you, why would he have cared for you day and night after you were shot?"
Su Hua clenched her fists, recalling the dark circles under Lin Xuan’s eyes when she first woke from unconsciousness.
"President Su, I think you should have a proper talk with Young Master Lin."
After Jiang Qing finished speaking, silence fell over the study.
A long moment passed.
Finally, Su Hua spoke.
"Jiang Qing," she said, her lips curling into a mocking smile, "if Ah Xuan’s attitude toward me hasn’t changed, don’t you think he might still be acting?"
"The time we spent together on that island—there couldn’t have been any misunderstandings."
She had, after all, entertained the thought of killing Ah Xuan multiple times.
Twice, she had even acted on it.
The first time, she collapsed from a fever.
The second time, she couldn’t bring herself to do it.
Later, she had killed those people—and Ah Xuan had witnessed her torturing them…
These were things he could never accept.
It must have been as he said—he was acting.
Hah. Sincere feelings for her?
How could that be possible?
Jiang Qing frowned.
It seemed President Su was too close to see clearly.
The love in Young Master Lin’s eyes when he looked at her was practically overflowing. And the worry on his face when she was injured—no matter how good an actor he was, those emotions couldn’t be faked.
"President Su, I really think you should have an open and honest conversation with Young Master Lin. Maybe things aren’t as you believe."
With that, Jiang Qing said no more.
She was certain Su Hua would talk to Young Master Lin—unless she wanted to continue this ambiguous relationship.
"President Su, let’s get back to company matters. These documents require your personal review."
Jiang Qing resumed her report on company affairs, though Su Hua’s mind was clearly elsewhere.
Fortunately, the matters weren’t critical, and Jiang Qing could handle them alone.
Once the report was finished, Jiang Qing closed the file.
"President Su, if there’s nothing else, I’ll take my leave."
"Ten times your salary and bonus this month," Su Hua said hoarsely.
Jiang Qing: "!!!!"
Ten times!
This was the most generous Su Hua had ever been in all the years she’d worked for her.
"Thank you, President Su!" Jiang Qing’s voice brimmed with excitement.
All she’d done was clarify Young Master Lin’s intentions, and she’d earned a tenfold bonus.
First, Young Master Lin had rescued her from mining in Africa, and now this windfall—he truly was her god of wealth!
She was absolutely clinging to Young Master Lin’s coattails!
Beaming, Jiang Qing left Night Garden.
After leaving the company, Lin Xuan didn’t go anywhere else—just handled some business regarding the game.
The mini-program game "Sheep a Sheep" had already gone viral online.
Players had a love-hate relationship with it.
[Damn it, why can’t I win this game?! I’ve played for a full day and night, practically on the verge of collapse. Every time, I’m just a few blocks short of clearing the board. Ugh! How do you even win this thing?!]
[Right?! Who came up with such a devilish game? Is this even meant for humans? How did those people in the leaderboard manage to clear all the blocks?]
[Any tips? Please share! I pulled an all-nighter, and my brain’s turned to mush.]
[This game is toxic!]
[This game is toxic!]
Lei Hui gleefully reviewed the revenue from "Sheep a Sheep" over the past few days.
Who would’ve thought such a simple mini-game could rake in millions daily from ads and in-game purchases? It was insane!
The game was straightforward, and he’d assumed it wouldn’t make much money—but it was ridiculously addictive!
Combined with the marketing strategy the boss had provided, the game had exploded in popularity.
Once people started playing, they were hooked.
As expected, anything the boss created was extraordinary.
Dressed in simple white casual wear, Lin Xuan walked into the Tianmu Group building.
"Look, look—a hottie!" One girl tugged at her friend excitedly.
"A hottie?" Her friend scoffed. "You’re such a fangirl. You’d call a male mosquito a hottie."
"You won’t believe me until you see him. If you don’t think he’s hot, I’ll eat my words—literally!"
This was the first time the girl had sworn something so extreme.
Her friend finally glanced over—and froze.
Wanwan’s taste wasn’t wrong this time. He really was handsome.
The company had recently hired many interns, and most didn’t recognize Lin Xuan.
Female interns on the east side swooned over him, clutching their chests as if their hearts might leap out.
"Ahhh, he’s so handsome! Seriously, so hot!"
"Who is he? He looks familiar… Whatever, he’s exactly my type—tall, well-built, elegant. Is he a new hire?"
"And his aura—gentle but with this untouchable authority. He’s like the refined, noble male lead from novels! Imagine being his girlfriend. I’d die happy."
"I need his contact info in three seconds!"
One particularly bold girl approached Lin Xuan.
He frowned.
Blushing, she nervously asked, "Excuse me, sir… could I add you on WeChat?"
Lin Xuan: "..."
This damn magnet-for-trouble charm of his.
He had no interest in dealing with these admirers. A jealous Hua Bao was not to be trifled with.
At least these women weren’t as difficult to shake off as Shen Qianqian.
"No," he refused outright. "I have a girlfriend, and she doesn’t like me interacting with other women."
So, don’t even try.
The last thing he needed was Hua Bao’s jealousy landing him in the doghouse again.
Ugh.
Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"
reezy rom-com) Good news: Jiang Liu is quite the ladies' man. Bad news: He’s lost his memory. Lying in a hospital bed, Jiang Liu listens to a parade of goddesses spouting "absurd claims," feeling like the world is one giant game of Werewolf. "Jiang Liu, I’m your first love." "Jiang Liu, you’re my boyfriend—she’s your ex." "Jiang Liu, we’re close friends who’ve shared a bed, remember?" "Jiang Liu, I want to have your baby." The now-lucid Jiang Liu is convinced this must be some elaborate scam... until someone drops the bombshell: "The day before you lost your memory, you confessed your feelings—and got into a relationship." Jiang Liu is utterly baffled. So... who the hell is his actual girlfriend?! ... Before recovering his memories, Jiang Liu must navigate this minefield of lies and sincerity, fighting to protect himself from these women’s schemes. But things spiral even further out of control as more people show up at his doorstep—each with increasingly unhinged antics. On the bright side, the memories he lost due to overwhelming trauma seem to be resurfacing. Great news, right? So why are they all panicking now?
u serious?" Chen Feng watched helplessly as his painstakingly trained disciple, fresh off a championship victory, publicly abandoned him. "You had your chance, but you didn’t appreciate it. Now, face the consequences of your choice!" Chen Feng possessed the "Master System," a treasure trove of supreme martial arts techniques, capable of molding ordinary individuals into peerless prodigies. "Legs like yours? A shame not to train in the Crippling Kick." "Ever heard of a palm strike that descends from the heavens?" "Auntie! I see extraordinary bone structure in you—a martial arts prodigy, one in ten thousand." The once-defiant senior disciple, now watching her juniors rise to fame one after another, dominating the internet, was consumed by endless regret.
't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.
