For the next few days,
Lin Xuan spent all his time accompanying Su Hua. When Su Hua stayed at Night Garden, Lin Xuan was there too. When Su Hua went to the company, Lin Xuan went with her.
During these days, the high-ranking executives of Su Corporation would beam with smiles whenever they saw Lin Xuan in the office.
"Master Lin, here to accompany President Su again?"
"Master Lin, you and President Su are such a loving couple—truly a perfect match."
"Master Lin, if there’s anything you need, just give us the word. We’re at your service anytime."
These executives, who were otherwise unapproachable in the eyes of other companies, couldn’t be more obsequious toward Lin Xuan.
They had come to realize one thing:
President Su’s mood was entirely dependent on Master Lin.
If Master Lin came to the company to accompany President Su, her mood would undoubtedly be excellent, sparing them from any scolding.
So whenever Lin Xuan was around, the executives would scramble to report their work to Su Hua.
In the CEO’s office,
Su Hua, who was reviewing documents, would glance up and see Lin Xuan sitting on the office sofa.
A faint smile lingered in her beautiful eyes.
These were the days she cherished.
She hoped she and Ah Xuan could stay like this forever.
Knock, knock, knock. A sound came from the door.
"Come in," Su Hua said calmly.
An executive entered, bowing slightly. "President Su."
"What is it?" Su Hua asked.
The executive replied, "This is our department’s monthly work report."
He handed the report to Su Hua.
This month, their department’s performance had been mediocre—under normal circumstances, they would have been scolded.
But…
The executive stole a glance at Lin Xuan, sitting on the sofa.
With Master Lin—their human stabilizer and fire extinguisher—present today, the reprimand might not be as severe.
Su Hua sat in her chair and began flipping through the report.
Seeing the figures, her brows furrowed.
The executive’s heart pounded nervously.
Would Master Lin really make a difference this time?
With a thud, Su Hua tossed the file onto the desk, making the executive’s heart skip a beat.
"You—"
Before she could say another word, Lin Xuan stood up.
"Hua Bao, it’s already twelve o’clock—time for lunch. Work can wait until the afternoon," Lin Xuan said.
He had to make sure Hua Bao ate on time and took care of her health. That way, when he treated her later, her body would recover better.
"Alright, whatever Ah Xuan says. Let’s eat," Su Hua agreed with a nod.
The executive couldn’t help but think:
President Su really listens to Master Lin. Could she be… whipped by her man?
Su Hua looked at the executive. "You may leave now."
The man’s face showed disbelief.
That’s it?
Su Hua frowned. "Is there a problem?"
"No!" The executive shook his head vigorously before hastily retreating.
Lin Xuan said, "Hua Bao, traffic is bad right now. The staff from Night Garden will take a while to deliver our meal. Let’s eat in the company cafeteria instead."
"Alright."
Su Hua had never eaten in the company cafeteria before.
But as long as Ah Xuan was with her, it didn’t matter where they ate.
Hand in hand, Lin Xuan led Su Hua to Su Corporation’s cafeteria.
The company’s benefits were excellent—meals were provided, with unlimited servings of premium seafood like prawns, crabs, and other expensive meats.
Though the food couldn’t compare to Night Garden’s, it was still quite good.
The moment Su Hua and Lin Xuan stepped into the cafeteria, the employees erupted in excitement.
"Finally! I’ve been seeing photos of President Su and Master Lin in the company group chat every day, but now I get to see them in person!"
"Ahhh! They’re such a perfect match! Their looks put celebrity couples to shame!"
"President Su actually came to the cafeteria? She never does that!"
"It’s definitely Master Lin’s doing. President Su listens to him the most."
Lin Xuan guided Su Hua to a seat.
"Hua Bao, wait here. I’ll get the food."
"Okay."
Su Hua’s eyes curved into crescents.
As Lin Xuan went to get their meals, Su Hua kept her gaze fixed on him.
She had never liked being in such public settings.
But with Ah Xuan around, it felt… nice.
The cafeteria lady was also part of the company’s employee group chat.
As a former fangirl who had switched to shipping Su Hua and Lin Xuan after seeing their photos, she recognized Lin Xuan instantly.
"Oh! Master Lin, you’re here!" The cafeteria lady beamed. "Is President Su with you?"
"Hua Bao is waiting for me over there," Lin Xuan replied.
"Master Lin, wait just a moment—I’ll be right back!"
The cafeteria lady hurried off and returned with two brand-new trays.
Even though all the trays were sanitized, she refused to let Master Lin and President Su use ones that others had touched.
With a warm smile, she asked, "Master Lin, what would you like?"
"This, this… and this," Lin Xuan pointed at several dishes.
The cafeteria lady piled his tray high with food.
When he returned to Su Hua’s table, she blinked at the mountain of food.
"This much?"
"Eating more is good for you."
Better nutrition meant better health for Hua Bao.
And…
Lin Xuan’s gaze subtly drifted to Su Hua’s chest.
She used to eat very little, but thanks to his relentless feeding lately…
Hua Bao had gained some weight.
Mostly in her chest… and her hips.
The difference in texture was night and day.
Wait—
Where was his mind wandering again?
Lin Xuan quickly reined in his thoughts.
"What was Ah Xuan just looking at?" Su Hua arched a delicate brow.
"Nothing," Lin Xuan replied, a hint of guilt in his voice.
"Really?" Amusement flickered in Su Hua’s eyes.
"Hua Bao, let’s eat."
Lin Xuan handed her a spoon.
"Ah Xuan isn’t going to feed me?" Su Hua’s lips brushed against his ear as she exhaled a warm, teasing breath.
Lin Xuan glanced around.
Dozens of Su Corporation employees were watching them—some even filming or taking photos.
Feeding Hua Bao in front of all these people… wasn’t that too intimate?
But Lin Xuan could never refuse Su Hua.
Bracing himself, he began feeding her.
"Ahhh! So sweet! Watching President Su and Master Lin like this makes me want to fall in love too!"
"If I could find a boyfriend like Master Lin, I’d be over the moon!"
Handsome, capable, wealthy, tender, devoted—
He was the dream boyfriend.
But she knew her place.
Such an outstanding man would never belong to her—only a woman like President Su Hua could deserve a boyfriend like him.
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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?"

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?!

iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.

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.”