After hanging up the phone, Lei Hui rubbed his arm.
He had to admit, their boss was truly ruthless—always setting traps for people and making them willingly jump into them.
Luckily, he was on the boss's side. If he were a competitor, he’d probably be stripped down to his underwear by now.
"Young Master Lin, Miss just called. She said she’ll be back at Night Garden in half an hour," Butler Wang announced respectfully as he stepped forward.
Lin Xuan: "!!!"
So soon?!
He hadn’t even caught his breath yet!
Seven days and nights straight, followed by another full night, and then another hour last night…
That short hour alone had exhausted him. If it happened again tonight, his kidneys wouldn’t survive.
No.
He had to escape again.
Lin Xuan pretended to make a call. "Uncle Lei, you just texted me saying there’s an emergency. What’s going on?"
After a pause, he frowned. "That serious? Alright, I’ll head over right away."
Butler Wang watched Lin Xuan with confusion.
Young Master Lin’s phone screen had been pitch black the whole time. How had he even been talking to someone?
After putting his phone away, Lin Xuan approached Butler Wang.
"Butler Wang, there’s an urgent matter at the company. I need to go immediately. Let Hua Bao know when she gets back," Lin Xuan said.
"Yes, Young Master Lin," Butler Wang replied respectfully.
As he watched Lin Xuan leave, Butler Wang stroked his chin.
Was it just him, or was Young Master Lin deliberately avoiding Miss?
His instincts couldn’t be wrong, could they?
When Su Hua returned, the first thing she did was look for Lin Xuan.
Her gaze swept across the living room before she frowned. "Butler Wang, where’s A-Xuan?"
Butler Wang stepped forward. "Miss, Young Master Lin left for the company half an hour ago. He said there was an emergency."
Su Hua arched an elegant brow.
Half an hour ago—right after she’d told Jiang Qing to call Night Garden.
So, A-Xuan was avoiding her on purpose.
A faint smile curled at the corners of Su Hua’s lips.
But did he really think he could escape her that easily?
"Have the driver ready. We’re going to Sky Veil Group," Su Hua said, her lips lifting.
Oh-ho!
Miss was going after Young Master Lin?
Butler Wang’s face lit up with glee.
He couldn’t wait to see the look on Young Master Lin’s face when Miss showed up at Sky Veil Group.
What a show!
Too bad he wouldn’t be there to witness it firsthand.
Butler Wang sighed in disappointment.
At Sky Veil Group, Lei Hui’s eyes nearly popped out of his head when he saw Lin Xuan.
"Boss, why are you back at the company again?"
"Is there a problem?" Lin Xuan shot him a look.
"Of course not!" Lei Hui grinned. "I’m just surprised. You rarely came to the office before, but now you’re here all the time."
So often that he was starting to wonder if some hardworking ghost had possessed his boss.
Lin Xuan brushed it off. "The company’s been competing with Starlight Group lately, so I’ve been coming in more to handle things."
Lei Hui gave him a skeptical look.
Boss, are you sure that’s the reason?
The whole Starlight Group situation had been planned ages ago.
It didn’t require any extra effort.
Besides, the boss had told him to just sit back and enjoy the show.
Lei Hui knew Lin Xuan wasn’t here because of Starlight Group.
But the real reason? He couldn’t figure it out.
"Bring me whatever documents need reviewing," Lin Xuan said.
The sooner he finished, the sooner he could rest.
"Right away, Boss!"
Lei Hui shook his head.
Whatever the reason, as long as the boss was here, it was a win.
The more involved he was with the company, the better.
Every suggestion he made was eye-opening, and every investment he touched turned to gold.
With a grin, Lei Hui promptly hauled over a stack of files for Lin Xuan to review.
Lin Xuan froze. "Why so many?"
Hadn’t he already cleared a batch? There shouldn’t be this much work piled up in just a few days.
Lei Hui chuckled. "Business has been booming lately, so naturally, the paperwork’s piled up."
That was a lie, of course.
Before, he’d been careful not to overwhelm Lin Xuan, afraid he’d scare him off for good.
So he’d only handed over the most critical documents.
But now that Lin Xuan was visiting more often, the workload per trip had lightened.
A brilliant mind like his boss’s deserved to be put to full use.
So he’d started slipping in less urgent files too.
"Fine," Lin Xuan agreed, diving into the paperwork.
This time, he finished everything in just over ten minutes.
Foxtail, ever the opportunist, came sniffing around again.
"Boss, any updates on when you’ll start a new book?" he asked, rubbing his hands together eagerly.
Lin Xuan was firm. "Not happening."
His stance hadn’t changed—why write novels when he was already rich?
With Sky Veil Group thriving, the company didn’t need his books for promotion anymore.
The meager earnings from writing weren’t worth his time.
Foxtail’s square face twisted in distress. "Boss, your novels ruined me! My standards are too high now—I can’t read anyone else’s work! I’m in a reading drought, and reading’s my only hobby. No books mean no happiness. Boss, you have to take responsibility!"
Lin Xuan: "..."
Why did that make him sound like some heartless scoundrel abandoning his family?
"Not happening," Lin Xuan repeated, unmoved.
Between Su Hua’s relentless… enthusiasm and his lack of rest, where would he find the energy to write?
Foxtail looked ready to drop to his knees. "Boss, have mercy on me!"
"If you don’t promise to update, I’ll hound you every time you come to the office. Mark my words—you won’t shake me off!"
Lei Hui stood to the side, stroking his chin.
Was this the new generation’s way of pressuring authors to update?
Pretty hardcore.
Lin Xuan massaged his temples.
"I’ll think about it."
Fine, he’d write.
It wasn’t like it took much time—he could draft chapters in his space, and his typing speed was lightning-fast.
Besides, if he had to keep dodging Foxtail every time he came to the office, it’d be more trouble than it was worth.
Lately, Su Hua’s… stamina had been through the roof, so he might need to hide at the company more often.
If Foxtail pestered him every visit, he might as well just write the book.
Honestly, what kind of employees had he hired?
Lei Hui, Foxtail—they were practically forcing their boss to work!
Lin Xuan felt a wave of despair.
Since when did employees bully their boss into doing more?

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?"

for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?

lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.

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.”