Jiang Yutong was still concerned about Lin Xuan's situation. Before Liang Yilong could finish speaking, she interrupted him, "Yilong, wait a moment. I need to make a call first."
"Alright," Liang Yilong agreed, standing beside Jiang Yutong as he waited for her. He was her boyfriend, and she didn’t mind him listening in on her conversation with Lin Xuan.
Jiang Yutong dialed Lin Xuan’s number.
At that moment, Lin Xuan was sprawled lazily on the sofa, scrolling through his phone while sipping milk tea, thoroughly enjoying his carefree time.
Suddenly, his phone rang.
Lin Xuan picked it up from the table and glanced at the screen.
Jiang Yutong?
He frowned.
What did she want from him now?
"Miss Jiang, hello," Lin Xuan said as he held the phone to his ear.
Liang Yilong’s brows furrowed.
That voice sounded oddly familiar—had he heard it somewhere before?
"Mr. Lin," Jiang Yutong said, "Long time no see. How have you been lately?"
Mr. Lin…
Liang Yilong’s eyes darkened.
So this was the man Jiang Yutong cared so much about.
Hmph.
She was actually calling him right in front of him—did she even respect him at all?
It was clear Jiang Yutong had never truly valued him.
She had only agreed to date him to make this Lin Xuan jealous.
Lin Xuan replied casually, "I’m doing just fine."
Eating well, drinking well, sleeping well—life couldn’t be better.
The only downside was that Hua had teased him yesterday, then left him hanging without taking responsibility.
He had endured enough frustration.
"Mr. Lin, I heard you were recently injured. Are you alright?" Jiang Yutong asked with concern.
"Injured?" Lin Xuan’s frown deepened. "Did Lin Li tell you that?"
"Yes," Jiang Yutong confirmed. "He also said your injuries were severe and that you wouldn’t be able to attend the banquet."
Lin Xuan raised an eyebrow.
So it was Lin Li’s doing.
Of course—who else would assume he was injured, let alone bedridden?
"Since I promised you I’d attend the banquet, I won’t back out. Miss Jiang, there’s no need to tell Lin Li about it. I want to surprise him—and all of you," Lin Xuan said.
Exposing Lin Li as a fraud—now that would be a real surprise.
"So you’re not injured?" Jiang Yutong pressed.
"Nope," Lin Xuan smirked. "Just a misunderstanding on someone’s part."
Jiang Yutong let out a relieved sigh.
Good, he was unharmed.
She ended the call.
Worried that Liang Yilong might misunderstand, she proactively explained, "He’s just a friend."
And someone she wanted to take under her wing as a younger brother.
She didn’t have strong feelings for Liang Yilong—she had simply agreed to date him because she felt like being in a relationship, and he had pursued her relentlessly.
Now that they were together, she intended to treat him well and fulfill her role as a girlfriend.
After all, she wasn’t in love with anyone else. If Liang Yilong proved himself, she might even marry him.
"Yutong," Liang Yilong adjusted his glasses and smiled, "You don’t need to explain. I trust you wouldn’t betray me."
"Mm."
Jiang Yutong’s gaze softened slightly with approval.
"Yilong, let’s head inside," she suggested.
"Sure."
Liang Yilong glanced at the understated yet luxurious villa, its timeless elegance clearly signaling immense wealth.
If he could marry Jiang Yutong, he’d never have to worry about money again.
A shadow flickered in his eyes.
He had to hold onto her tightly—Jiang Yutong was the woman he loved at first sight, and her family’s fortune only made her more desirable. He wouldn’t let any man take her away.
Especially not that Lin Xuan.
Hmph. Just wait and see.
"Yutong," Liang Yilong suddenly stepped in front of her and took both her hands. Jiang Yutong instinctively tried to pull away.
But then she reconsidered.
They were a couple—a little closeness was expected.
So she let him keep holding her hands.
"Yutong," Liang Yilong gazed at her with deep affection, "I love you. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you. I know how much your family means to you, and I’d never want to separate you from them."
"If you want me to marry into your family, I’d have no objections."
Being a live-in son-in-law might bruise a man’s pride, but what did pride matter when wealth was at stake?
Jiang Yutong nodded inwardly.
Willing to marry into her family? Not bad at all.
"We can discuss this later. Yilong, you’ve been standing outside for so long—you must be tired. Let’s go in," she said.
Just as Liang Yilong was about to agree, his phone rang.
"Mom," he answered.
"Yilong," Liang's mother sobbed, "Come to the hospital right away!"
His heart dropped. "What happened?"
Liang's mother wiped her tears. "Your father was in a car accident. It’s serious—he’s still in surgery."
"Mom, stay calm. I’m on my way," Liang Yilong reassured her.
After hanging up, he turned to Jiang Yutong anxiously. "Yutong, my father was in an accident. I need to go to the hospital."
"Of course," Jiang Yutong nodded. "Go quickly."
Liang Yilong hurriedly left.
Jiang Yutong also returned to the living room.
Jiang Manting anxiously asked, "Yutong, how is Lin Xuan? Is he seriously hurt?"
Jiang Yutong was about to tell her elder sister that Lin Xuan was fine, but she glanced at Lin Li.
From Lin Xuan's tone, it was clear he didn’t want Lin Li to know he would definitely attend the family recognition banquet.
He probably also didn’t want Lin Li to know he wasn’t injured.
So Jiang Yutong casually lied, "Sis, I’ve been calling Lin Xuan repeatedly, but he hasn’t answered. Maybe his condition isn’t good."
Lin Li curled his lips.
Not answering the phone—that made sense.
Lin Xuan had suffered such severe injuries and likely underwent emergency surgery overnight. He must need plenty of rest.
Besides, becoming a eunuch would surely fill him with shame.
Just like how he himself had once been, Lin Xuan probably wanted to see no one and answer no calls.
"Then I’ll send someone to find out which hospital he’s in. We’ll visit him personally," Jiang Manting said nervously.
"Sis—" Jiang Yutong stopped her.
"Lin Xuan is the chairman of Tianmu Group. If he’s ill, he definitely has a top-tier medical team taking care of him. Our help isn’t needed. Besides, we’re not that close to him. It’d be too intrusive to disturb him like this," Jiang Yutong reasoned.
Jiang Manting hesitated and didn’t act rashly.
Grandpa Jiang asked, "Yutong, Manting, you both seem very concerned about Lin Xuan."
Ah, I had a fever today. The IV drip and medicine cost me 210 yuan—ouch, so expensive!
Thanks to the gifts from lv Fengfuzi, Fusinyisha, and That Afternoon, and other sweethearts.
Uu.
] [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!"
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?"
lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.
