The group of CEOs surrounding Lin Li vanished in an instant.
Lin Li clenched his fists.
Damn it, were all these people so eager to curry favor with the powerful?
At the same time, Lin Li’s heart tightened.
Old Master Su’s appearance here—could it mean everyone would soon learn about the relationship between Su Hua and Lin Xuan?
If that happened, Lin Xuan would surely be showered with flattery and attention.
No, wait.
Lin Xuan was now a eunuch, a cripple.
It wouldn’t be long before he was cast aside.
If Old Master Su chose this moment to reveal Su Hua and Lin Xuan’s relationship, Lin Xuan would only end up humiliating himself.
Some of the company executives were already whispering among themselves.
"Rumor has it that Old Master Su and Grandpa Jiang don’t get along. Could Old Master Su be here to crash the recognition banquet?"
"That’s very possible."
"I have a feeling we’re in for quite a show."
Grandpa Jiang was the first to notice Old Master Su’s arrival.
"What are you doing here?" Grandpa Jiang strode up to Old Master Su, his beard bristling.
Old Master Su raised an eyebrow. "You sent the invitation to my doorstep. If I didn’t show up, wouldn’t that be disrespectful?"
"Hmph." Grandpa Jiang snorted. "Since when have you ever shown me respect?"
Old Master Su feigned curiosity. "So, where’s this grandson you’re recognizing?"
He had come today specifically to see who the Jiang Family had chosen.
He and Old Man Jiang had been rivals for a lifetime, but in the end, he was the one who came out on top.
His granddaughter was the most capable young woman in Xia Country.
And his grandson-in-law was the most capable young man.
A perfect match. Truly perfect.
Old Master Su couldn’t suppress his smile.
"Li'er, come here," Grandpa Jiang called Lin Li over.
"Greetings, Old Master Su," Lin Li said politely.
"This is the grandson you’re recognizing?"
Old Master Su froze.
He had met Lin Li before.
He knew this man was an impostor. Never in his wildest dreams did he expect Lin Li could deceive the Jiang Family for so long.
But fine. Let Old Man Jiang keep believing Lin Li was his grandson. That way, no one would try to steal Lin Xuan from him.
"Yes," Grandpa Jiang nodded.
Old Master Su chuckled. "Not bad, not bad. Quite the handsome young man."
Grandpa Jiang shot him a suspicious glance.
Why did he feel like Old Master Su’s smile was full of mischief?
---
At the Lin Family villa, Jiang Shuqin turned the invitation over and over in her hands.
It was for the Jiang Family’s recognition banquet.
As far as she knew, her father had no grandchildren lost to the world—she only had one older brother.
If he was recognizing someone, it had to be one of her children.
And just now, Lin Xuan had mentioned Lin Li.
Could it be that her father was recognizing Li'er?
She shook her head.
No, it couldn’t be Li'er. She had spoken to him about the Jiang Family before, and he knew how much she resented them.
Li'er was filial to her. He wouldn’t go behind her back to connect with the Jiang Family.
But then again…
She had only ever told Li'er about her past with the Jiangs.
If he hadn’t done anything, how did Lin Xuan know?
Jiang Shuqin stared at the invitation in her hands.
She had to go and see for herself. She couldn’t let herself misunderstand Li'er.
With sudden resolve, she stood up and got into a car.
---
Meanwhile, in the backseat of another car…
Su Hua and Lin Xuan’s movements were so intense that even the driver could feel the vehicle shaking.
The driver and Butler Wang shared a silent thought:
Young Miss and Master Lin have incredible stamina.
The moment the car stopped at the hotel entrance, the driver and Butler Wang scrambled out, standing guard nearby and carefully avoiding looking inside.
Ten minutes after arriving, the two inside finally finished.
The car was still filled with a sweet, lingering scent.
Su Hua, her clothes disheveled and her cheeks flushed, leaned against Lin Xuan’s chest.
"You were amazing, Ah Xuan," she murmured, her red lips curling in praise.
Lin Xuan sighed inwardly.
Of course he had to be amazing.
To keep up with Su Hua—and to avoid embarrassment in bed—he had downed countless tonics and pushed his stamina to the limit.
Sigh.
He was stronger than most men, but in front of Su Hua, the favored daughter of destiny, he still felt lacking.
Su Hua remembered Lin Xuan had a banquet to attend.
She didn’t cling to him too much.
Her slender, pale fingers smoothed out his clothes, buttoning his shirt one by one and straightening the wrinkles.
"Ah Xuan, don’t forget to think of me while you’re at the banquet," she whispered, her breath warm against his ear.
"Of course. You should head back first, Hua Bao."
Afraid she might drag him into another round, Lin Xuan quickly stepped out of the car and headed into the hotel.
---
Old Master Su disliked crowds. After speaking with Grandpa Jiang, he retreated to a secluded corner of the banquet hall, sitting on a sofa.
He grinned at Butler Wang.
"Tell me—if Old Man Jiang finds out the grandson he’s recognizing is a fraud, and that his real grandson has already been snatched away by my granddaughter, do you think he’ll die of anger?"
Butler Wang chuckled. "Whether he’ll die from it, I can’t say. But he’ll definitely be furious."
Old Master Su’s smile widened.
It had been a long time since he’d seen Old Man Jiang humiliated. He was looking forward to it.
He had originally planned to expose Lin Li as an impostor.
But if he did, Grandpa Jiang would investigate—and inevitably trace the truth back to Lin Xuan.
He couldn’t let that happen. He couldn’t let the Jiangs steal Lin Xuan away.
"Now, we just sit back and enjoy the show," Old Master Su said, his grin turning sly.
---
From across the room, Grandpa Jiang frowned at Old Master Su and turned to Jiang Manting.
"Tingting, I have a feeling that old fox is hiding something from me."
"Grandpa, you’re overthinking it. What could he possibly hide from you?" Jiang Manting laughed.
"You’re right."
Grandpa Jiang racked his brain but couldn’t figure out what Old Master Su could be scheming.
---
The Feng Family was another prominent name in high society.
Given their close ties to the Jiangs, they had naturally been invited.
Feng's Father was abroad and couldn’t attend, so Feng Yaya came as the Feng Family’s representative.
Lin Li spotted her immediately.
The memory of her breaking off their engagement, pulling out his nails, and beating him up made his blood boil.
Once he built his company into an empire, he would bankrupt the Feng Family.
And he would make Feng Yaya pay—a thousand times over—for what she’d done to him.
Even now, Lin Li refused to accept any blame for the fraudulent marriage.
So what if he was a eunuch? What right did Feng Yaya, that fat cow, have to look down on him?
Now, he was the Jiang Family’s grandson.
If Feng Yaya had rejected him before, he’d make sure she could never reach him again.
Lin Li deliberately picked up a glass of wine and approached Feng Yaya.
His face was still bruised, and at first, she didn’t recognize him.
. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
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.
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?"
