"Jiang Shuqin!" Su Haiqing crossed her arms and spat disdainfully, "You’re still flaunting your status as the wife of Starlight Group’s chairman in front of me, aren’t you?"
"You probably don’t know yet, but your precious Starlight Group is about to go bankrupt. My family’s company certainly doesn’t need to suck up to you anymore!"
Before this, she had bent over backward to please Jiang Shuqin for the sake of her business. But Jiang Shuqin had always looked down on her, ordering her around and scolding her whenever she pleased.
Now, at last, she could finally hold her head high.
Hah.
Jiang Shuqin.
Without Starlight Group, let’s see how you can keep up that arrogant act!
"No, that’s impossible!" Jiang Shuqin shook her head in disbelief. "My company is doing just fine. How could anything go wrong?"
"Jiang Shuqin," Su Haiqing sneered, "If you don’t believe me, go check online. Or better yet, go home and see for yourself. The truth will be clear soon enough."
A wave of panic surged through Jiang Shuqin’s heart.
No.
The company couldn’t fail.
If what Su Haiqing said was true—if Starlight Group was really on the verge of collapse—then she wouldn’t be able to spend money as freely as before.
"It’s fake. It has to be fake!"
Jiang Shuqin no longer had the mood to continue shopping, nor did she care to engage with Su Haiqing any longer. She hurriedly left the mall and quickened her steps toward the Lin family villa.
Su Haiqing watched Jiang Shuqin’s retreating figure, arms still crossed, and let out a cold laugh. "Jiang Shuqin, now that Starlight Group is about to fall, let’s see what you have left to be proud of!"
Starlight Group was on the brink of bankruptcy, while Tianmu Group was thriving.
Tsk, tsk, tsk.
What a joke—mistaking a worthless pebble for a priceless pearl.
If only Jiang Shuqin had treated her own biological son better, she could have enjoyed endless wealth and luxury by now.
But look at her now. She deserved every bit of this misery!
And it wasn’t just Jiang Shuqin—the entire Lin family was a bunch of fools. What kind of family neglects their own flesh and blood in favor of a foster son?
On her way back, Jiang Shuqin frantically searched for news about Starlight Group online.
As she read the reports, her hands trembled around her phone. "How could this happen?"
It was all true!
Starlight Group really was collapsing. Only a few hotels remained, and their annual revenue was a pittance.
Was her life of luxury really about to vanish?
When she returned to the Lin residence, Jiang Shuqin paced restlessly around the living room, consumed by anxiety.
"Useless! Utterly useless! Lin Chang is nothing but a failure!"
How could such a massive company like Starlight Group be driven to the edge of ruin in just over a year?
Lin Chang returned to the villa, his face deathly pale.
"Worthless!"
Jiang Shuqin stormed up to him and slapped him hard across the face. The force of the blow snapped his head to the side, leaving a vivid red mark.
She jabbed a finger at him, her voice dripping with venom. "Lin Chang, you’re nothing but a failure. When you first started your business, it was my money from the Jiang Family that saved your dying company. And now? After all the effort to build it into a major corporation—a leader in the entertainment industry, a rising force in gaming—you managed to run it into the ground. Tell me, Lin Chang, if you’re not a failure, then what are you?"
Lin Chang clenched his fists, his expression darkening.
Nothing infuriated him more than being called a failure.
Back then, the Jiang Family patriarch had hurled the same insult at him, tossing him a sum of money to leave Jiang Shuqin.
With his company on the verge of collapse, he had no choice but to take the money and agree.
But Jiang Shuqin had believed her family forced him away. She fought with them and secretly continued seeing him.
The Jiang Family was wealthy and influential. If Jiang Shuqin was willing to throw herself at him, he wasn’t about to refuse.
Later, when his company faced ruin again, he begged Jiang Shuqin for help.
She went back to the Jiang Family for money.
She got it—but from that day on, the Jiang Family cut ties with her.
Throughout their marriage, Jiang Shuqin never missed a chance to boast that his success was built on her money.
People in their circles whispered behind his back, calling him a gold-digger, a worthless man.
Hearing the word "failure" from Jiang Shuqin’s lips now filled him with unbearable shame.
"Lin Chang, do you know what my biggest regret is?" Jiang Shuqin hissed through gritted teeth. "It’s marrying you."
"If I had listened to my family and never gotten involved with you, I’d still be a daughter of the Jiang Family. I wouldn’t have to worry about every penny I spend!"
She dreaded the thought of running into the Jiang Family after Starlight Group’s collapse.
They would surely laugh at her.
Blind to Lin Chang’s worsening expression, Jiang Shuqin continued her tirade. "If I’d known you were such a hopeless loser, I would never have married you."
"Lin Chang, you’re nothing but a spineless man who leeches off women!"
"Jiang Shuqin!"
Lin Chang finally snapped. His hands shot out and closed around her throat.
The servants turned their backs, pretending to work, as if oblivious to the scene unfolding behind them.
Jiang Shuqin had always treated them harshly. If she died, so be it. Why would they lift a finger to stop Lin Chang?
"Dad, what are you doing?" Lin Qingwan and the others rushed into the room. Seeing the situation, they immediately grabbed Lin Chang’s arms.
"Dad, you can’t do this to Mom! She’ll die!" Lin Qingwan pleaded, her face etched with panic.
Lin Chang’s rationality returned slightly.
He released Jiang Shuqin.
No.
He couldn’t kill her.
Not only would he go to prison, but he’d also alienate his daughters. Though he didn’t care much for them, Wan'er and Yan'er were capable. They could still earn money to support him in the future.
Freed from his grip, Jiang Shuqin collapsed weakly to the floor.
"Cough—cough—!" She clutched her throat, hacking violently.
"Jiang Shuqin, if you want to blame someone for my failure, look no further than your precious son—Lin Xuan!" Lin Chang snarled. "The reason our company is in this state is all because of him! If not for Lin Xuan, Starlight Group would still be thriving!"
How could things have come to this?
"Lin Xuan… always Lin Xuan!" Hatred burned in Jiang Shuqin’s eyes.
Lin Xuan truly was the calamity the fortune-teller had warned about!
Born to bring ruin to her and the Lin Family!
"Achoo!"
"Achoo!"
Lin Xuan sneezed several times in a row.
Another day of drowsily tapping away at his keyboard. Ugh, so sleepy.
Goodnight, folks. Time to have some fun.
Thanks to "The Longing for Life" and "Starry Cosmos" for the explosive support!
And thank you to Little Panda 06 and the other sweethearts for the gifts!
Whew.
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.”
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?"
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
