Jiang Yutong said, "Lin Xuan is kind and capable. Most importantly, I feel an innate closeness to him, as if we were real siblings."
Jiang Manting nodded in agreement at Jiang Yutong's words.
She also found Lin Xuan very endearing.
Oddly enough, even though Lin Li was her actual cousin, she didn’t feel the same warmth toward him.
Grandpa Jiang chuckled warmly. "I also have a very good impression of that boy, Lin Xuan."
After all, Lin Xuan had saved his life—twice.
Without him, the old man would have long been dead.
Lin Li watched the scene unfold with darkened eyes.
Just as he thought.
Lin Xuan, connected to them by blood, effortlessly won their affection without lifting a finger.
Meanwhile, he, Lin Li, had spent months trailing after the Jiang family, fawning and flattering, just to earn a sliver of their goodwill.
And Jiang Yutong!
She hadn’t even spared him a proper glance!
"Grandpa," Jiang Yutong walked over, looping her arm around Grandpa Jiang’s and pouting playfully, "Since Lin Xuan is so wonderful, why don’t you make him your grandson?"
Grandpa Jiang stroked his chin thoughtfully.
Having Lin Xuan as his grandson—that didn’t sound bad at all.
"Alright, alright," Grandpa Jiang replied with a grin. "As long as he agrees, I’ll gladly take him as my grandson!"
Jiang Yutong hadn’t expected Grandpa Jiang to agree so readily.
In the past, when distant relatives had tried offering their sons—claiming that the Jiang family only had granddaughters who would eventually marry away—and suggesting a grandson could carry on the family name and care for Grandpa Jiang in his old age…
What had her grandfather done then?
He’d chased them out with a broom.
She had worried he might refuse her request to adopt Lin Xuan as a brother, thinking she’d have to wear him down.
Yet here he was, agreeing without hesitation…
"Grandpa, why did you say yes so easily?" Jiang Yutong asked, surprised.
"Why would I refuse?" Grandpa Jiang’s face softened with affection at the thought of Lin Xuan. "That boy is capable, virtuous—having a grandson like him would be a blessing."
"Then it’s settled! No take-backs, Grandpa. Once I bring Lin Xuan home, you have to accept him," Jiang Yutong declared.
"Fine, fine, no take-backs," Grandpa Jiang agreed, chuckling.
"Pinky promise!"
Jiang Yutong stuck out her right pinky.
Grandpa Jiang laughed and hooked his own pinky around hers.
Jiang Yutong beamed with joy.
Perfect. Now that Grandpa was on board, all that was left was Lin Xuan’s approval.
A surge of panic rose in Lin Li’s heart.
They were all ready to accept Lin Xuan as family? If Lin Xuan, abandoned by Su Hua, turned to the Jiangs for support…
With a new powerful backer, how could Lin Li ever retaliate against him?
Lin Li gritted his teeth.
No.
He couldn’t let this happen.
He had to find a way to tarnish Lin Xuan’s reputation in their eyes—make them reconsider adopting him.
Jiang Manting frowned. "Cousin, are you okay? You look pale."
"It’s nothing," Lin Li forced a smile. "Just a stomachache. No need to worry, Cousin Manting."
"Let me have the servants fetch you some medicine," Jiang Manting offered.
"Alright." Lin Li nodded.
After taking the medicine with water, Jiang Manting urged, "Cousin Li, you should rest. There’s still the family banquet tonight."
"Mm. I’ll head home to rest," Lin Li said.
"Why not stay here?" Jiang Manting pressed.
Lin Li replied, "My mother hasn’t been in good spirits lately. I should keep her company."
"Very well. I’ll have the driver take you," Jiang Manting conceded.
Notably, Grandpa Jiang remained silent the entire time Jiang Shuqin was mentioned.
Lin Li returned to the Lin residence.
By evening, he was dressed in a crisp white suit, ready to leave.
A smug smile played on his lips.
Tonight, the Jiangs would introduce him to all of Yundu City’s elite.
The Jiang family’s status was second only to the Su family.
With the prestige of being Grandpa Jiang’s grandson, he’d be the center of attention.
Investors would flock to him, eager to curry favor with the Jiangs.
The thought of those who’d once looked down on him now groveling at his feet made his grin widen.
"Li’er, where are you going?" Jiang Shuqin asked, frowning.
"A friend is being formally recognized by his grandfather. I’m attending the banquet," Lin Li answered.
"Li’er, after yesterday’s kidnapping, shouldn’t you rest? Skip the banquet," Jiang Shuqin pleaded, gripping his hand.
"Mom," Lin Li reassured her, "it’s still early, and the venue is in a busy area. Criminals wouldn’t dare act so boldly. Don’t worry."
"Fine. But stay safe, and call me if anything happens," Jiang Shuqin fretted.
"I will." Lin Li nodded.
"Mom, I’m off then."
"Go on." Jiang Shuqin watched him leave with maternal warmth.
Meanwhile, Lin Xuan, who had been lounging on the sofa in Night Garden scrolling through his phone, stood up and straightened his clothes.
"It’s about time I paid Jiang Shuqin a visit."
Butler Wang’s eyes gleamed.
Young Master Lin never did anything without reason.
His instincts told him drama was afoot.
"Young Master Lin, since you’re leaving, and I’ll be bored here alone… mind if I tag along?" Butler Wang asked with a grin.
Following Young Master Lin was always a guaranteed spectacle.
Lin Xuan nodded. "Sure, come along."
"Thank you, Young Master!"
Butler Wang’s face lit up.
Young Master Lin and the young miss were meant to be—locked in forever!
He couldn’t let Young Master Lin slip away. Where else would he get his daily dose of juicy drama?
After Lin Li’s departure, the spacious villa felt emptier than ever, with only Jiang Shuqin and two servants remaining.
Once, there had been five servants, but after Starlight Group’s bankruptcy, three had been let go.
Jiang Shuqin’s heart ached with loneliness.
Distracting herself, she turned on the TV, engrossed in the latest absurdly dramatic soap opera.
"Tell me, isn’t this mother just stupid?" Jiang Shuqin complained to Nanny Zhao. "The son she adopted is actually her husband’s love child with his mistress, and she has no idea!"
"Even the ‘life-saving favor’ was staged by the mistress. So dumb, so dumb!"
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?"
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!
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.”
