The female interns stood frozen in place, their mouths forming perfect "O"s of shock as they watched Lei Hui bow and scrape before Lin Xuan.
"Mm." Lin Xuan nodded, picked up a pen, and swiftly signed his name on the document. After finishing, he closed the file and handed it back to Lei Hui.
"Take care, Boss," Lei Hui said, then added, "And remember—this company is yours, not mine."
For heaven's sake, don’t be a complete hands-off boss!
In an entire year, the number of times he’d shown up at the company could be counted on two hands. He barely attended any business meetings or banquets either.
Their boss lived with Boss Su, and Lei Hui didn’t dare bother him at home. Day after day, he just hoped his boss would finally grace the company with his presence.
Every time Lin Xuan suggested a money-making idea, the company raked in massive profits. And any document that passed through his hands? Flaws were instantly spotted, and his suggestions were always constructive.
"General Manager Lei Hui," Lin Xuan paused mid-step and raised an eyebrow. "If I came here every day, I wouldn’t need you to manage the company for me."
Lei Hui: "…Aren’t you worried I might one day embezzle the company’s assets and vanish?"
Lin Xuan shot him a glance. "If you’ve got the guts, go ahead and try."
Lei Hui: "…"
Fine. He really didn’t have the guts.
Not only was the boss himself terrifyingly capable, but his girlfriend was Boss Su. If Lei Hui dared to scheme, he’d end up with nowhere to bury his corpse.
Lin Xuan patted Lei Hui’s shoulder and smiled faintly. "Uncle Lei, keep at it. I believe in you. If your health ever takes a hit, come to me—I’m pretty good at medicine."
So, work yourself to the bone.
He’d make sure Lei Hui stayed in good health.
"Got it," Lei Hui replied, suppressing a sigh.
With that, Lin Xuan left the company.
Lei Hui exhaled deeply.
Ah, well. The boss was stubborn as a rock.
He’d just have to keep managing the company diligently—and make sure to exercise regularly. If his body gave out, he wouldn’t be able to help the boss anymore.
Lei Hui returned to his office.
The female interns still hadn’t snapped out of their daze. One murmured in disbelief, "Did I hear that right? They called him the boss?"
"You heard right," another intern confirmed. "The general manager called him the boss…"
"Wait!"
One intern suddenly remembered something and pulled out her phone, frantically searching Lin Xuan’s name.
"It’s him! It’s Lin Xuan!" she gasped.
"What?" The other interns crowded around her, curious.
"He’s currently a student at Shangqing University. This year, his team won first place in the National College Computer Competition, and he solved a notoriously unsolvable problem that even top international experts couldn’t crack!"
"And our company? He built it from scratch in just over a year."
"I never expected him to be so handsome AND so talented!"
The intern cupped her face, her eyes sparkling with admiration and infatuation.
But soon, her expression dimmed.
"Someone so perfect… why does he already have a girlfriend?" she muttered.
"Don’t even think about it," her friend said. "Even if he were single, guys like him are out of our league."
"True." The intern sighed but felt slightly better.
"Still, I wonder what his girlfriend is like. She must be stunning and brilliant," she mused.
Meanwhile, the male intern who had earlier sneered at Lin Xuan, calling him a pretty boy, now felt his face burning with humiliation.
He was the boss.
The brilliant mastermind behind Tianmu Group!
And he’d had the nerve to call him a pretty boy…
The news that Lin Xuan was their company’s owner spread like wildfire among the interns.
The female interns suddenly worked like their lives depended on it, their productivity skyrocketing.
The supervisor frowned in confusion.
What was going on?
Lately, the interns had been unusually driven—no slacking, just pure efficiency.
"Supervisor, here’s what you asked for." A female intern placed a file on his desk and turned to leave.
"Wait." The supervisor stopped her.
"Yes, Supervisor? Anything else?" she asked politely.
"Just… one question." He hesitated.
"Go ahead." She tilted her head, puzzled by his uncharacteristic hesitation.
"It’s nothing major. I just wanted to ask—why have you all been so… motivated lately?" His face was full of curiosity.
"Oh, that." The intern smiled. "Two days ago, we met the company’s owner. We had no idea he’d be so young and ridiculously good-looking. His photos and background info blew up in our intern group chat."
"We’re all working hard to leave a good impression on him!"
Plus, with a boss that easy on the eyes, they had every reason to fight for a permanent position.
The supervisor: "…"
So a pretty face had that kind of power?
He couldn’t help but point out, "He has a girlfriend, you know."
"We know," the intern replied. "He mentioned it himself that day."
The supervisor frowned. "Then why bother trying to impress him?"
She grinned. "Even if he’s not boyfriend material, he’s still our idol—our role model!"
The supervisor’s expression turned complicated.
Better not use him as a role model. The guy was downright lazy.
"Never mind. You can go."
"Got it." She left the office.
Meanwhile, a stunning, wildly popular actress—just 21 years old—sat at a table with fellow actors during a gathering.
"Hey, do you guys know who our boss is?" one actress asked.
"I do!" a male actor chimed in. "He’s still in college—a senior—but he’s insanely talented. A computer genius!"
"Oh, and he’s crazy handsome. You girls would love him."
Curious, the actress pulled out her phone and searched for Lin Xuan. As she read his bio, her heart began pounding.
Who knew their boss would be this young… and this gorgeous?
At 21, she was just a year younger than him.
Perfect.

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.”

ine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】 【You rely on each other, becoming each other's support】 【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl's eyes fades】 …… 【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】 【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】 【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】 【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】 …… One simulation after another, one encounter after another. Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: "Wait, you said you're coming to the real world to find me?"

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?!

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?"