"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.
esick Sect? Well, at least it's considered a respectable orthodox sect. Wait a minute— What kind of vibe are you all giving off? Shouldn’t this be a love-struck, romance-obsessed sect? Why does everyone here sound more like demonic cultivators? "Master, today he’s getting married. This disciple wishes to descend the mountain and crash the wedding, then toy with him to death right in front of his wife..." "Elder, I only got into your sect through connections, so why won’t you teach me anything?" "Because I also became an elder through connections." Thankfully, Su Ji was just an outer sect labor disciple. Surely, nothing too crazy would— "Junior Brother, you’ve broken through to Qi Refining. Once you sever your useless spiritual root, you can officially become an outer sect disciple." "The Great Dao is merciless. Don’t let a worthless spiritual root waste your essence and spirit, hindering your cultivation." Is this really the Lovesick Sect? ... Three years later, Su Ji sat in the seat of the Lovesick Sect’s sect master, sighing with emotion. His rise to this position all started when his junior sister adamantly insisted on preserving his "spiritual root." "Mmm... Senior Brother, what’s our relationship now?" "Stop talking. Keep going." "By the way, that newly promoted top-tier sect—didn’t they come to buy our Love Beans?" "One top-grade spirit stone per Love Bean—is that really so expensive?" "I suspect they’ve eaten too many Love Beans." "Now they’re lovesick." Well, this really is the Lovesick Sect after all.
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?
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
