They pushed open the door of the club and saw Lin Chang sitting on the floor, frantically pouring alcohol down his throat. Empty bottles surrounded him.
The reporters' eyes widened in disbelief.
Oh ho!
Lin Chang was really here!
And the person who had tipped them off about Lin Chang being at Jialin Club—they’d almost dismissed it as a hoax. But it turned out to be true.
Good thing they came.
Lin Chang, still somewhat sober, noticed the reporters barging in. His heart skipped a beat.
He glared at them, his entire body tense.
"What are you doing here? Get out! Get lost!" Lin Chang roared at the reporters.
"You dare come in? I’ll sue you for trespassing!"
One reporter snapped out of his shock and sneered, "Chairman Lin, this is a club. Even if we barged in, it wouldn’t count as trespassing."
Lin Chang’s face turned ashen.
The reporters immediately thrust their microphones toward him.
"Chairman Lin, you previously incited public backlash against Skyline Group, but now it’s been exposed that your company plagiarized their work. What’s the truth behind this? Do you have anything to say?"
"Chairman Lin, Skyline Group has presented evidence. Can you refute their claims and prove your innocence?"
"Chairman Lin, your prolonged silence—does it mean you have no defense against Skyline Group’s accusations? Have you been hiding all this time?"
The alcohol surged in Lin Chang’s head.
Veins bulged in his neck as he bellowed, "That’s right! That game belongs to Skyline Group! I bribed their lead developer to hand over the design documents to me!"
"I copied their game down to the last detail!"
The reporters’ jaws dropped.
Lin Chang had just admitted—on camera—to plagiarizing Skyline Group’s game.
Breaking news!
This was absolutely explosive!
The reporters buzzed with excitement.
What other bombshells would Lin Chang drop?
"But so what if I copied their game?" Lin Chang shouted. "Lin Xuan is my son! Even if we’ve cut ties, he still carries my blood—that’s something he can never escape!"
"What’s wrong with a father taking what belongs to his son?"
The reporters were stunned by his shameless justification.
They’d never seen someone so brazen.
No wonder Lin Xuan had disowned him.
With a father like this, who wouldn’t run as far as possible?
"And it’s not just the game—Lin Xuan should hand over Skyline Group to Starlight Group!" Lin Chang ranted on.
The reporters watched eagerly.
Keep talking, keep talking.
The more scandalous, the better—higher traffic for their news.
"Ha! That ungrateful brat, Lin Xuan… daring to turn against his own father! I regret not strangling him the moment he was born!"
Splash!
A club attendant suddenly doused Lin Chang’s face with liquor.
"My apologies, my apologies!" The attendant feigned remorse. "I tripped and spilled the drink on you, sir. So sorry."
The alcohol sobered Lin Chang up slightly.
His own words echoed in his mind.
His expression darkened.
He’d just admitted—on record—that his company had plagiarized Skyline Group.
Damn it!
Why had he said all that?
"Chairman Lin," the reporters pressed, microphones in hand, "do you have anything else to add?"
"Chairman Lin, how can you justify demanding Skyline Group merge with Starlight Group?"
"Chairman Lin—"
Their questions drilled into his skull like a curse, throbbing painfully.
"What do you know?" Lin Chang snarled, his face twisted in fury. "You know nothing! Who gave you the right to question me?"
He shoved past the reporters and fled the club.
Satisfied, the reporters returned to their newsrooms with the explosive footage.
Meanwhile, Su Hua was working in the study.
Lin Xuan, seated nearby, scrolled through news about Lin Chang and Starlight Group, eager to see the moment his father got cornered by the press.
#BREAKING: Lin Chang Admits to Plagiarizing Skyline Group’s Game
Lin Xuan clicked the video immediately.
By the end, he couldn’t help but burst out laughing.
"Pfft—"
Lin Chang had handed him an unexpected gift.
This was perfect.
Hilarious, even.
Hearing his laughter, Su Hua rose from her desk and walked over, wrapping her arms around his neck from behind. She rested her chin on his head.
"What’s got you so amused, Ah Xuan?"
"Lin Chang self-destructed," Lin Xuan replied.
"Oh?" Su Hua’s eyebrows lifted with interest.
"Here, Hua Bao, watch this video. You’ll understand." He replayed the clip for her.
Su Hua’s soft gaze gradually chilled as she watched. A deep unease settled in her chest.
Lin Chang had publicly declared that Ah Xuan was his son.
With the feud between Starlight Group and Skyline Group making headlines, Jiang Yutong—who harbored feelings for Ah Xuan—would undoubtedly be following the news.
She would see this video.
And then she would realize Ah Xuan was her cousin.
She would come to take him away.
Even if they were bound to meet at Lin Li’s family reunion banquet, the later this discovery, the better…
Ah Xuan was hers. She refused to share him—not even with blood relatives.
Su Hua pressed her lips together.
"Hua Bao? What’s wrong?" Lin Xuan asked, sensing her shift in mood.
"Nothing."
She lowered her lashes, masking the obsessive possessiveness in her eyes. "Ah Xuan, I still have work to finish. I’ll get back to it."
"Alright."
Lin Xuan nodded.
Maybe he’d imagined it. Hua Bao seemed fine.
Returning to her desk, Su Hua picked up her phone and sent a message to Jiang Qing.
[Su Corp’s Devil CEO]: Jiang Qing, scrub all online traces of Lin Chang being Ah Xuan’s father from this video.
[Jiang Qing]: Understood, CEO Su.
Jiang Qing immediately mobilized Su Corp’s tech team.
They didn’t need permission from any platform—Su Corp’s technicians hacked in and purged the incriminating segments.
Panicked, Weibo’s staff contacted Lei Hui.
"President Lei, the missing footage wasn’t our doing! Please don’t misunderstand—we didn’t take bribes to censor anything!"
They couldn’t afford misunderstandings.
If Lin Xuan got upset and crashed their app for days, they’d be ruined.
10:30—back home, slept until 6 PM.
Thanks to (dreaming), ItalianPasta, TinyPanda06, LongLiveAuthorFeiFei, and other darlings for the gifts!
UwU
nce】【Lighthearted Comedy】【Ultimate Gentleman's Novel】【Viewer Discretion Advised for Under 16】 The mightiest human hero, Sharen Morian, is resurrected after a thousand years by his wife—the Demon King. This is not your typical hero-vs-demon-king tale.
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.”
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!" "......"
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
