"That's right," Jiang Yutong nodded. "But I always felt he wasn't a good person. I didn’t want to acknowledge him, but Grandpa kept thinking about Auntie, and he’s been decent to Grandpa too. A while ago, it was because of him that Grandpa woke up, so we ended up recognizing him."
Lin Xuan chuckled softly.
So Lin Li was impersonating his identity again.
He never imagined that he, Lin Xuan, would have this kind of connection with the Jiang family.
But given Lin Chang’s profit-driven nature, and the Jiang family being Jiang Shuqin’s maternal relatives, it was impossible for Lin Chang not to curry favor with them.
The fact that they hadn’t been in touch for so many years could only mean one thing—Jiang Shuqin had cut ties with the Jiang family.
In that case, with Lin Li impersonating his identity and secretly reconnecting with the Jiang family behind Jiang Shuqin’s back, this was going to be quite the spectacle.
Who would’ve thought Lin Li had such skills? As an adopted son of the Lin family, he actually managed to deceive the Jiang family.
If Jiang Qing could hear Lin Xuan’s thoughts, she’d be silently scoffing.
It wasn’t that Lin Li was capable.
It was Boss Su deliberately concealing the truth. She was afraid the Jiang family would come and snatch Young Master Lin away, so she intentionally misled them into believing Lin Li was Jiang Shuqin’s biological son.
"When’s the banquet being held?" Lin Xuan asked.
"The exact date hasn’t been confirmed yet, but it should be within a month."
"Alright," Lin Xuan nodded. "Just send the invitation to Tianmu Group. I’ll definitely attend."
He was going to give Lin Li a grand gift.
After being reborn, his whole purpose was to torment Lin Li step by step. How could he let him latch onto the Jiang family as a powerful backer?
Let Lin Li enjoy his moment of triumph for now.
Soon enough, he’d personally shatter Lin Li’s delusions.
Seeing Lin Xuan agree to attend the banquet, Jiang Yutong’s eyes lit up.
"Mr. Lin, it’s a date then."
Not long after Lin Xuan left, Lin Li rushed over in a hurry, carrying food in his hands.
"Eldest Cousin, Second Cousin, I got delayed on the way. I heard Grandpa was cured—that’s such great news!" Lin Li feigned excitement.
Jiang Manting nodded, praising generously, "His medical skills are truly impressive. Who would’ve thought someone so young could achieve so much—founding Tianmu Group and mastering such remarkable medical skills."
He carried himself with neither arrogance nor humility. One had to wonder what kind of family could raise such an outstanding son.
If Jiang Yutong wanted him as a younger brother, even she, Jiang Manting, wouldn’t mind claiming him as her own.
Jiang Yutong barely spared Lin Li a glance, walking straight to Jiang Manting’s side.
"Sis, Lin Xuan will be attending Lin Li’s recognition banquet. You have to treat him well," Jiang Yutong said, acting cute.
This would technically be Lin Xuan’s first visit to their family—even if it was just a hotel.
The Jiang family had to leave a good impression on him.
That way, they’d have a better chance of coaxing him into becoming her younger brother later.
"Don’t worry. He saved Grandpa twice—he’s an honored guest of the Jiang family. Of course I’ll treat him well," Jiang Manting assured.
"What?" Lin Li’s eyes widened in shock. "You’re saying Lin Xuan will attend my recognition banquet?"
"Of course," Jiang Yutong nodded. "He did save Grandpa twice. It’d be rude not to invite him to such an important event."
After a pause, she looked at Lin Li curiously.
"Lin Li, why are you reacting so strongly?"
Lin Li forced composure. "It’s nothing."
His mind was in chaos. If Lin Xuan attended his banquet, he’d surely realize Lin Li was impersonating him.
Given Lin Xuan’s temperament, he’d expose him without hesitation.
No.
He had to prepare. From now on, he’d do everything to win the Jiang family’s favor.
Make them genuinely accept him.
And he’d turn them against Lin Xuan.
That way, just like the Lin family, they’d prefer him—the adopted son—over Lin Xuan, the actual blood relative.
Just in case, he’d also have to stop Lin Xuan from attending.
The identity of a Jiang family relative—he absolutely couldn’t let Lin Xuan steal it!
A ruthless glint flashed in Lin Li’s eyes.
Lin Xuan had just driven out of the hospital when Butler Wang called.
Seeing the caller ID, Lin Xuan wondered—had Hua woken up?
"Butler Wang," Lin Xuan answered.
"Young Master Lin," Butler Wang said respectfully. "Miss Su has woken up. Old Master Su suddenly fainted, so she went to the ancestral home to check on him."
"Got it. I’ll head over to see Grandpa too," Lin Xuan replied.
"Oh, one more thing, Young Master Lin," Butler Wang added.
"What is it?"
Butler Wang: "Young Master Huo has returned—the one who was almost engaged to Miss Su in a childhood arrangement."
"So he’s back," Lin Xuan’s lips curled coldly.
He’d better not dare lay eyes on Hua.
Rumor had it the Huo and Su families were close. Since Hua was at the Su ancestral home today, this so-called Young Master Huo would undoubtedly show up too.
Well then, today he’d have a proper meeting with him.
Lin Xuan stepped on the gas, speeding straight for the Su ancestral home.
Meanwhile, at the Su residence…
Su Hua walked into the living room while texting Lin Xuan.
[Su Hua]: Xuan, I’m at the ancestral home now.
[Lin Xuan]: Got it. I’ve finished my business here. I’ll head over to see Grandpa too.
Old Master Su was being helped downstairs by the butler.
"Look at you all worrying. I’m perfectly fine," Old Master Su grumbled.
"Of course, of course," the butler humored him.
"Hua, you’re here," Old Master Su greeted warmly upon seeing her.
Then his expression turned stern. "Honestly, how long has it been since you last visited me? Not even a phone call! So now that you have a husband, you’ve forgotten your grandpa, is that it?"
"Tell me, Hua—in your heart, is that Lin Xuan boy far more important than your own grandfather?"
The butler shot the old man a look.
Wasn’t the answer obvious? Asking the young mistress this—wasn’t he just setting himself up for disappointment?
Su Hua replied without hesitation, "Of course Xuan is more important."
She was cold and detached by nature. To her, her grandfather was just another person—albeit one bound by blood and kindness.
But in her eyes, he was no different from anyone else.
In this world, no one could ever compare to her Xuan.
Thanks to Huasan Chengyu, Ika Buracheno, Yikewen, and other dear friends for the gifts.
I’m off to take my exams now.
Bye!
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.”
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
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