Su Hua had already appeared in the reception room.
Lei Hui was about to greet Lin Xuan when Su Hua raised her hand to stop him, forcing Lei Hui to step aside.
Jiang Yutong hadn’t noticed Su Hua’s arrival yet.
As for Lin Xuan, he was so tense listening to Jiang Yutong’s words that he had no attention left to spare for anything else.
Su Hua’s aura was icy cold.
What was Jiang Yutong doing?
Was she trying to confess to Lin Xuan?
Jiang Yutong continued to entice him, "Mr. Lin, my Jiang Family has vast business interests and military-political connections. If you’re willing, we can be your backing. No one would dare bully you—you could even strut through all of Yundu City without a care."
Lin Xuan: "!!!"
The more Jiang Yutong spoke, the more he felt she had feelings for him—or perhaps she wanted to get married and saw him as a potential candidate.
Damn!
This couldn’t happen.
If Hua Bao found out, he—no, his kidneys—would be fleeing on the next train out of town.
He had to resolve this situation with Jiang Yutong as quickly as possible.
"So, Mr. Lin, I wanted to ask you… would you be willing to—" become my younger brother?
Before Jiang Yutong could finish, Lin Xuan spotted Su Hua. His face paled in shock. "Hua Bao, when did you get here?"
His mind screamed: It’s over.
Su Hua must have heard everything Jiang Yutong just said.
Getting caught in a situation where another woman was confessing to him? This was nightmare difficulty.
Lin Xuan’s brain raced as he scrambled for a solution.
No matter how he thought about it, there was no good way out.
He walked up to Su Hua.
"Hua Bao…" he called her name nervously.
Su Hua’s lips curled into a deathly smile as she leaned close to his ear. "Ah Xuan, your charm never fails, does it? Look, even the Jiang Family’s second daughter is smitten with you."
Beads of sweat formed on Lin Xuan’s forehead.
Gritting his teeth, he said, "Hua Bao, don’t misunderstand. I have zero interest in her."
"Oh?" Su Hua’s tone was frosty.
"Really!" Lin Xuan nodded frantically. "She came today to deliver an invitation—to Lin Li’s family recognition banquet. I accepted because I plan to expose Lin Li there."
He didn’t dare mention that Jiang Yutong had also offered the Jiang Family’s support to help him deal with her so-called cousin.
If Su Hua found out, she’d definitely overthink it.
"Hmph—"
Su Hua let out a cold laugh but said nothing more.
She knew Lin Xuan would never be interested in Jiang Yutong, but jealousy burned inside her uncontrollably.
While Su Hua had been arriving, Jiang Yutong stepped out to take a call, missing their entire exchange.
She had no idea the couple had completely misread her intentions.
After finishing her call, Jiang Yutong returned to her seat on the sofa.
Lin Xuan, holding Su Hua’s hand, sat across from her.
"Miss Jiang, I’ve told you before—I have a girlfriend. This is Su Hua."
"Miss Su, it’s a pleasure," Jiang Yutong greeted politely.
This was Lin Xuan’s girlfriend. If she wanted to make him her younger brother, she needed to stay on good terms with his partner.
Su Hua responded with icy indifference.
Lin Xuan spoke firmly, "Miss Jiang, my girlfriend and I are serious. Nothing will ever come between us."
"She’s my girlfriend now, and in the future, she’ll be my wife—the mother of my children."
Jiang Yutong smiled. "When you two marry, you must invite me to the wedding."
Lin Xuan frowned.
Jiang Yutong didn’t seem bothered by his commitment to Su Hua.
Did she not want to marry him after all?
What was going on?
Su Hua narrowed her eyes, scrutinizing Jiang Yutong’s expression for sincerity or pretense.
Jiang Yutong touched her face, confused. "Is something on my face? Why are you both staring at me?"
"Nothing," Lin Xuan averted his gaze.
Lei Hui entered with a fruit platter, his brow furrowing.
What was this atmosphere?
He could’ve sworn he smelled gunpowder in the air.
"President Su," he set the platter before her respectfully, "our boss specially asked me to prepare this for you. Please enjoy."
"Hua Bao, you love watermelon. Here, have some."
Lin Xuan began feeding Su Hua like doting royalty.
"Mm." Su Hua’s eyes curved as she took a bite.
Meanwhile, Jiang Yutong fidgeted uncomfortably.
The last time she met Su Hua, she’d been force-fed dog food.
Watching them now, she braced for another overdose of affection.
No.
She had to cut to the chase.
"Mr. Lin, what I meant earlier was—would you be willing to become my…" younger brother?
Before she could utter the last word, she froze, watching in shock.
Su Hua held a piece of watermelon between her lips, then pressed them to Lin Xuan’s, transferring the fruit to him.
Pulling back, she smiled sweetly. "Ah Xuan, is it sweet?"
"Very," Lin Xuan nodded.
His mind whirred.
Su Hua enjoyed intimacy but rarely displayed it publicly—unless she was marking her territory.
If he mishandled this, she’d drag him to bed again later.
Nine straight days of that had nearly broken him. One more might finish the job.
Jiang Yutong gulped.
Were they really treating her like part of the furniture?
She sipped her tea, trying to steady herself.
After a deep breath, she tried again. "Mr. Lin, I—"
Her words died as Lin Xuan cupped Su Hua’s head and kissed her deeply.
Su Hua’s eyes shimmered as she closed them, melting into the kiss.
Jiang Yutong: "!!!"
I’m full. Completely full.
Stuffed to the brim with their affection.
Her desire for a boyfriend skyrocketed again.
If she really made Lin Xuan her younger brother, she’d be subjected to this daily.
No more dog food—she couldn’t take it.
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.”
iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.
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?"
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
