"Miss, it was love at first sight. I hope a beautiful lady like you would give me the chance to pursue you."
He extended his hand in a gentlemanly manner, making an inviting gesture.
Su Hua frowned.
With a wave of her hand, the undercover bodyguards disguised as ordinary moviegoers immediately stepped forward and dragged the man away.
Seeing this, the cinema security guards moved to intervene but were stopped by the theater manager.
"Leave it be," the manager said.
"But, sir, they’re openly dragging away one of our guests—"
Before the guard could finish, the manager cut him off. "She’s a VIP of our theater. That man got what he deserved for offending her."
Boss Su was the cinema’s major investor—she could do as she pleased.
"Just maintain order. Don’t interfere with anything else," the manager instructed.
"Yes, sir," the guards replied respectfully.
The two bodyguards hauled the man to a secluded spot.
A rag stuffed in his mouth muffled his protests as he struggled wildly, to no avail.
"Daring to flirt with our mistress? You’re asking for death!"
Thud! Thud! Thud!—countless fists rained down on the man as the bodyguards beat him mercilessly, most of the blows landing on his face.
His once-handsome features were now swollen and bruised.
Gritting his teeth, he glared at them. "What the hell are you doing? Aren’t you afraid of going to jail for assaulting me in public?"
"Save your breath," one bodyguard sneered. "You should be grateful you didn’t lay a finger on our mistress. Otherwise, this wouldn’t just be a beating—you’d lose your hands and worse."
With that, the guards returned to Su Hua’s vicinity.
Though she had insisted on a "normal couple’s date" today, Su Hua had taken precautions by stationing bodyguards among the crowd.
Every man who dared approach her met the same fate—dragged away without exception.
Seeing this, other would-be suitors quickly abandoned their plans.
This woman was clearly out of their league.
Meanwhile, Lin Xuan stood in line for popcorn, surrounded by men—women couldn’t get near him.
Glancing around, he frowned.
The men in line felt oddly familiar, as if he’d seen them before.
Wait—
Weren’t these Hua’er’s people?
Why were they here?
After discreetly observing, Lin Xuan quickly pieced it together.
He shook his head, amused. So, Hua’er was worried about women approaching him while he waited.
She really was the jealous type—but he found it endearing.
Pretending not to notice her scheme, Lin Xuan continued waiting casually.
"He’s so handsome!"
Nearby, girls clutched their cheeks, staring at him dreamily. "I’ve never seen a man this good-looking—flawless face, perfect body, that bad-boy charm. He radiates nobility, like a young master from a wealthy family."
"He’s leagues above those pretty-boy celebrities. Too bad he’s not in the entertainment industry."
If he were, they could admire that face on-screen every day.
"I’m going to ask for his number. Maybe I’m his type, and we could get to know each other better."
Their fantasies were cut short as obstacles kept appearing.
"Have some self-respect. He has a girlfriend."
"That’s her."
A bodyguard pointed toward Su Hua.
The women frowned, wondering what kind of woman could possibly deserve him.
But when they followed his gesture and saw Su Hua’s face, their eyes widened in shock.
Holy—
She was stunning.
Her beauty was unreal—her figure impeccable, her aura cold and regal.
Together, they looked like a match made in heaven.
Most girls gave up then and there.
With a girlfriend like that, how could he ever notice them?
Those still hoping to be his mistress were swiftly dealt with by the bodyguards.
"Yaya, look! Isn’t that the guy you like?" a girl exclaimed, pointing at Lin Xuan.
Feng Yaya turned—and her heart raced.
It really was him.
It had been a long, long time since she last saw him, and now that they met again, she could still feel her heart racing wildly.
"I don’t like her, don’t talk nonsense," Feng Yaya protested, her round cheeks flushing pink.
He Jialing smirked teasingly. "Yaya, when you slept over at my place, you kept murmuring his name in your dreams. You love reading, and your books are stuffed with Lin Xuan’s photos. Even when you’re writing, you unconsciously scribble his name all over the pages. If that’s not love, what is?"
"Yaya, you’ve been working so hard to lose weight—all for Lin Xuan, right?" He Jialing said with certainty.
Before this, Yaya had always claimed she liked Lin Li, even going as far as saying she’d marry him. But in He Jialing’s eyes, Yaya only had a mild crush on Lin Li—nothing close to real affection.
The way Yaya acted around Lin Xuan? That was the real deal.
"I—I’m not," Feng Yaya stammered, twisting the hem of her shirt shyly.
"Yaya, we’re best friends. You can tell me anything," He Jialing encouraged. "If you like Lin Xuan, just go for it!"
"Go on!"
With that, she gave Feng Yaya a firm push forward.
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
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?
'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.
ts me of treason?" "Correct. The host must return to the capital and gradually build up influence." "Wait—I have half a million soldiers, and you want me to go back to the capital to 'build influence'?" "Host, you are currently the Northern Garrison General, loyal to the Great Xia Dynasty." "Of course I am loyal to Great Xia! Absolutely loyal!" "But you keep referring to yourself as 'We'..." "Never mind the details! Summon all the regional commanders and military officers! We suspect treacherous officials are manipulating the court! They shall march with Us to the capital and purge the corrupt!" "......"
