Lin Xuan rubbed his nose.
Who was cursing him?
Lin Xuan thought about what he had recently done to the Starlight Group.
Seemed like the Lin Family was the one badmouthing him.
Let them curse. The more they cursed, the more it showed their hatred—and the more satisfying it was for him.
"Ah-Xuan, do you have a cold?" Su Hua, nestled in his arms, looked up at him with concern.
"It's nothing," Lin Xuan replied casually with a smile. "Just someone cursing me, that's all."
"Who cursed you?" Su Hua narrowed her eyes dangerously.
"The Lin Family," Lin Xuan said dismissively. "I just messed with their company, so it’s normal for them to lash out."
"Hua Bao, don’t worry. A mere Lin Family is nothing I can’t handle."
To him now, dealing with the Lin Family was as easy as an elephant crushing an ant.
Su Hua watched Lin Xuan’s confident demeanor, a faint smile rising in her eyes.
Her Ah-Xuan was truly impressive.
In just over a year, he had rendered the Lin Family powerless to fight back.
"Ah-Xuan… do you really feel no attachment to the Lin Family at all?" Su Hua frowned.
In the past, Ah-Xuan had cared deeply about them—so much that she had been fiercely jealous.
She had even wanted to take action against the Lin Family, to make them disappear from his life.
But if he had found out, she would have lost any chance of being with him.
She didn’t dare take that risk.
So she had no choice but to let them occupy an important place in his heart.
But ever since his wedding with Qin Ruoyao, Ah-Xuan had changed.
He became kinder to her, indifferent to Qin Ruoyao, and uncaring toward the Lin Family.
These were the people who had once mattered most to him.
Even now, she wasn’t entirely sure if he truly felt nothing for them.
Was he destroying the Lin Family just to force them to beg for his mercy?
To make them realize his importance and treat him well?
"Hah—" Lin Xuan’s expression turned icy at her words. "Why would I feel any attachment to them?"
"From the moment I returned to the Lin Family, I never felt an ounce of warmth from them. No matter how much I tried to please them, they never cared. All they gave me was cold indifference, beatings, and curses."
They didn’t like him, but for the sake of their reputation, they couldn’t send him back to the orphanage.
Hah.
A family like that? He wanted no part of it.
In his past life, the Lin Family had known about Lin Li and Qin Ruoyao’s affair all along.
But to protect Lin Li, they turned a blind eye.
Even though he was their real son. Their real brother.
Now, thinking of the Lin Family brought him no pain—only mockery.
Su Hua held Lin Xuan’s hand tightly.
Seeing the look on his face, she frowned.
She shouldn’t have brought this up.
Wanting to distract him—and craving intimacy—she straddled his lap.
"Ah-Xuan," she murmured, a hint of jealousy in her voice. "Let’s not talk about these unimportant outsiders. We should focus on… things more suited for us."
The servants, hearing her words, turned away in perfect unison and left.
They knew better than to interrupt their young miss and Master Lin’s private moments.
"Hua Bao, there are still people around. We should behave," Lin Xuan said, swallowing hard.
After what happened in the office yesterday, doing it again now? His body couldn’t take it!
Well, more accurately—his kidneys couldn’t.
"Are there outsiders here?" Su Hua arched a delicate brow.
"Of course! There are servants everywhere," Lin Xuan insisted.
"Are there?" Her eyes sparkled with amusement.
Lin Xuan turned his head—only to find the living room completely empty.
Just the two of them.
He blinked in confusion.
Where did everyone go?
Weren’t there three or four servants here just a second ago?
"Now that there’s no one… shouldn’t we get to it?" Su Hua traced her red lips along his, whispering, "Ah-Xuan… it’s been so long since we’ve done it in the living room."
Before he could respond, she captured his lips in a kiss.
Lin Xuan: "..."
What do you do when your girlfriend is insatiable?
Asking for a friend. Urgently.
Soon, Su Hua’s skilled teasing left him unable to think of anything else.
Their breaths grew heavier, their bodies hotter.
Su Hua’s slender fingers reached for the buttons of his shirt, undoing only the top three.
Her hand slipped inside, tracing the lines of his chest.
Just as she was about to take things further, she suddenly stopped—pulling away from his lips and body.
Lin Xuan gave her a puzzled look.
Why did Hua Bao stop?
"Ah-Xuan worked hard yesterday. You should rest first," she said with a smirk.
Lin Xuan shot her a resentful glare.
She got him all worked up and then just left him hanging? She was definitely doing this on purpose.
Su Hua turned her attention to the TV, watching a drama with apparent interest.
Seeing that she really had no intention of helping him, Lin Xuan sighed.
Fine. He’d just have to endure it.
After a while, Su Hua glanced at him curiously.
"Ah-Xuan, aren’t you going to… take care of that?"
Lin Xuan shrugged. "It’s fine. It’ll pass."
Su Hua frowned.
What if holding it in harmed him?
"Then… let me help you." She leaned close, her breath warm against his ear.
Lin Xuan stared at her pale, delicate hand.
His mind raced.
How exactly was Hua Bao planning to help?
Could it be…?
He quickly averted his gaze.
Little did he know—Su Hua had something else in mind.
A different method entirely…
Outside, the servants chatted excitedly.
"What do you think Miss and Master Lin are doing right now?"
"Isn’t it obvious? Definitely… that," a round-faced maid said suggestively.
Another sighed wistfully. "It’s been almost two years since Master Lin and Miss Su got together, and they’re still so in love. They’ve never even fought—no ‘cooling-off period’ like people say. If anything, they’ve gotten even more attached."
"Right? It’s unbelievable."
"Their relationship is so perfect. I wish I could find a boyfriend who treats me half as well."
The servants all wore dreamy expressions.
Being around Lin Xuan and Su Hua’s constant affection had given them high expectations for love.
While the two indulged in their passion at the Night Garden, the Lin Family’s villa was shrouded in gloom.

ine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】 【You rely on each other, becoming each other's support】 【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl's eyes fades】 …… 【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】 【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】 【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】 【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】 …… One simulation after another, one encounter after another. Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: "Wait, you said you're coming to the real world to find me?"

with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!

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?"

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.”