Lei Hui frowned deeply. "I'll report this matter to our boss."
"That's good," the Weibo representative sighed in relief.
After hanging up, Lei Hui immediately contacted Lin Xuan, relaying the Weibo representative's message word for word.
"Boss, could this have been done by someone from Starlight Group?" Lei Hui speculated with a furrowed brow.
Lin Xuan shook his head. "Impossible. They don’t have that capability. Besides, if it were them, why would they only delete an insignificant part of the video instead of the entire clip?"
The deleted portion mainly showed Lin Chang claiming that Lin Xuan was his son as if it were a given.
The strained relationship between Lin Xuan and Lin Chang was already public knowledge.
Adding fuel to the fire wouldn’t really harm Lin Chang’s interests.
"You’re right," Lei Hui nodded.
"Then, boss, should we take any action regarding this?" Lei Hui asked respectfully.
"No need," Lin Xuan replied calmly. "It doesn’t affect us. Let it be."
Frankly, he found the father-son dynamic with Lin Chang repulsive.
If Lin Chang stayed out of his sight, that was perfectly fine.
"Boss," Lei Hui suddenly thought of something and spoke up, "In our country, aside from you, the only one who could delete that segment without Weibo’s involvement would be..."
Su Corporation.
Lei Hui stopped mid-sentence.
It couldn’t be Su Hua.
She cared so much about Young Master Lin—why would she delete that part?
He must be overthinking it.
"Uncle Lei, what were you about to say?" Lin Xuan asked curiously.
"Nothing," Lei Hui shook his head.
Lin Xuan ended the call.
Su Hua walked over gracefully.
"Strange," Lin Xuan muttered.
"What’s strange?" Su Hua asked.
Lin Xuan explained, "Someone deleted the part where Lin Chang claimed I was his son. I’m just curious who did it and why."
Su Hua’s eyes flickered briefly.
"Do you mind that it was deleted?" she asked softly, pressing her lips together.
"Not really. I’m just puzzled about who would do this and their motive," Lin Xuan mused.
He didn’t care much about the deletion itself, but the mystery nagged at him.
Su Hua pursed her lips.
Very few in the country could delete content directly—Su Corporation was one of them.
She couldn’t let Lin Xuan find out it was her doing.
She didn’t want even the slightest rift between them.
Lin Xuan was still lost in thought when Su Hua suddenly sat on his lap, cupping his face possessively.
"Ah Xuan, stop thinking about other things. Look at me."
"Alright, I’ll look at you," Lin Xuan conceded with a helpless smile. Sometimes, Su Hua acted so childishly.
Come to think of it, Su Hua only showed her multifaceted nature to him—sometimes cold, sometimes sweet, sometimes seductive.
To everyone else, she remained the unapproachable, high-powered CEO.
This treasure of a woman was his girlfriend.
The thought filled Lin Xuan with quiet delight.
"Ah Xuan, kiss me, hmm?" Su Hua’s voice was soft yet commanding.
"Hua Bao, behave," Lin Xuan said firmly. "You haven’t fully recovered these past few days. No strenuous activities."
Su Hua’s eyes curved into crescents. "I only asked for a kiss. I didn’t suggest anything else."
"What exactly were you thinking, Ah Xuan?"
Lin Xuan exhaled in relief.
Just a kiss? That was manageable.
He leaned down and captured her lips.
A flash of triumph flickered in Su Hua’s beautiful eyes.
Once the kiss began, what happened next would no longer be up to him.
Meanwhile, Lin Chang stumbled out of the hotel, the absence of reporters allowing his drunkenness to resurface.
He hailed a cab back to the Lin family villa, reeking of alcohol.
Jiang Shuqin was playing mahjong with a few society ladies when he barged in.
Disgusted, she wrinkled her nose and ordered the servants, "Take him away to wash up. He stinks."
Since Lin Chang’s repeated infidelities, Jiang Shuqin had severed all pretense of civility.
She no longer relied on him—her future now rested with Li'er and her daughters.
"Master, let me help you," a male servant offered respectfully, reaching out.
"Get lost!" Lin Chang shoved him away. "I can walk on my own!"
He staggered toward the mahjong table, his face dark with fury.
"All of you, get out! Now!" he roared, pointing at the door.
He needed to settle things with Jiang Shuqin—to make her see what a wretched son she’d raised.
Ya Jun was better.
Li'er, the son she gave him, was truly filial.
But Lin Xuan? Lin Xuan was born to be his curse!
The society ladies, frightened by his expression, hastily gathered their belongings.
"Mrs. Lin, we’ll meet another day. I should go now."
"Mrs. Lin, I’ll take my leave too."
Jiang Shuqin glared at Lin Chang. "What’s wrong with you? Why are you causing a scene?"
"You have the nerve to play mahjong?" Lin Chang snarled. "Do you even know the company is collapsing?"
Jiang Shuqin crossed her arms and scoffed.
So what if there was trouble? What did it have to do with her?
She assumed it was a minor issue and paid no mind.
"If there’s a problem, go fix it at the office. Why take it out on me?" she snapped.
"Fix it? How?" Lin Chang hissed through gritted teeth.
"The company has no funds left. The gaming division is gone. Our once-proud entertainment sector is barely hanging on with a few popular artists."
"We’ve fallen from a nationally renowned conglomerate to a struggling small business."
"Even my stock investments are wiped out."
Despair etched his face.
While Skyline Group flourished, Starlight Group withered. With Skyline’s dominance, Starlight would never recover.
"What?" Jiang Shuqin paled. "How did this happen?"
"What’s going on?"
She’d been engrossed in mahjong, oblivious to the outside world.
She never imagined things had gotten this dire...
"Mom," Lin Qingwan said bitterly, stepping into the room. "It’s Xiao Xuan. He’s taking revenge on us."
"He set a trap, and Dad and I walked right into it. Now, he’s relentlessly crushing Starlight Group. We can’t fight back."
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.”
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
agon king storylines. At the start, I obtained the "Ultimate Lackey System" - the more I act as a lackey, the stronger I become. What else could I do? I chose to become the personal henchman of the ultimate villain, Su Muwan. I provoke all sorts of chosen ones, snatch away their opportunities, and commit every evil deed imaginable. You ask who's behind me? Hmph! You're not worthy of knowing my lady's name! ...... ....... I am Su Muwan, the eldest daughter of the Su family. Since childhood, I've possessed extraordinary talent in martial arts, which led to my arrogant and domineering personality in my past life. I was even foolish enough to repeatedly challenge those favored by heaven, ultimately resulting in a tragic death. In this life, I must behave and absolutely cannot walk the same path again!! However... SLAP!! "So you're the Dragon King, huh?!" When I saw my little lackey swagger over and viciously slap the Dragon King who was hiding his identity, I felt my heart sink. Su Muwan's suspended heart finally died as she watched Qin Luo, her utterly loyal lackey, standing before her. She fainted on the spot from shock. Heaven is determined to destroy me!! (Pure love 1v1, light-hearted, no angst, single female lead, villain, reincarnation, lackey)
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?"
