Lin Xuan stood to the side, ready to enjoy the show.
"Miss, this gentleman has purchased a pair of rings, totaling ninety million," the sales assistant said with a polite smile.
Lin Qingwan's expression froze.
"What? Ninety million?" Lin Qingxiu exclaimed, her eyes widening in shock.
Ninety million for a pair of rings!
Her most expensive piece of jewelry was only worth a few million, yet Lin Xuan had the audacity to demand something close to a hundred million!
"Miss, would you like to pay by card?" the sales assistant asked, maintaining her smile.
Lin Qingwan tightened her grip on her Chanel bag.
She had thought Lin Xuan was only spending a little over a million, but it turned out to be ninety million... She currently only had three billion on her.
Lin Xuan was still young, and she worried that he might be going down a path of reckless extravagance.
"Lin Xuan, why are you spending so much money?" Lin Qingwan frowned, her tone disapproving.
"Miss Lin, is that any of your business?" Lin Xuan raised an eyebrow.
"Lin Xuan," Lin Qingxiu lifted her chin haughtily, "why don't you pick something cheaper? Maybe big sister will even gift it to you. I suggest you stop trying to act rich when you're not."
Lin Xuan calmly took out his card and handed it to the sales assistant. "Charge it."
"Certainly."
The sales assistant brought over the card reader.
Lin Qingxiu was ready to see Lin Xuan fail. She didn’t believe he could actually afford it.
Lin Xuan entered his PIN.
"Payment successful," the card reader announced in a cold, mechanical voice.
"What?!"
Lin Qingxiu's eyes widened in disbelief. She shook her head, "No way. How could Lin Xuan possibly have that much money? There must be some mistake."
"Lin Xuan, where did you get so much money?" Lin Qingwan suddenly recalled what Lin Li had mentioned at the wedding ceremony—a woman had taken Lin Xuan away.
Thinking of this, Lin Qingwan's expression darkened. "Lin Xuan, don’t tell me you’ve really been kept by a woman? You’re a member of the Lin family. You can’t lower yourself to being someone’s lover. Listen to me, come back to the Lin family. You can still live a life of luxury there."
The onlookers were stunned.
What kind of logic was this? Just because her brother had money, she assumed he was being kept?
Couldn’t it just be a girlfriend?
Even if the money came from his girlfriend, isn’t it normal for a girlfriend to spend money on her boyfriend?
"Miss Lin, are you talking about the luxurious life where I was given three hundred yuan a month from middle school to university, eating leftovers every day, and living in the servants' quarters?" Lin Xuan smirked sarcastically.
Holy crap!
The bystanders were shocked once again.
Judging by the sisters' attire, they seemed wealthy, yet their brother lived a life worse than that of an ordinary family...
No wonder this man treated his sisters so harshly.
"What kind of family is this? No wonder that girl has such poor manners."
"From their conversation, it seems this young man has left his birth family. Good for him, good for him. A family like that isn’t worth staying in."
Lin Qingxiu bit her lip, resentment bubbling up inside her.
Lin Xuan had humiliated them, his sisters, in public.
Lin Qingwan’s expression also stiffened.
"Lin Xuan, I’m sorry. I neglected you in the past. Will you come back? I’ll make it up to you," Lin Qingwan said, her eyes reddening.
Lin Xuan: "Come back? Sure."
"Lin Xuan, you’re really willing to return?" Lin Qingwan’s eyes lit up.
"If I’m to return, Lin Li must be kicked out of the Lin family," Lin Xuan said nonchalantly. "I can’t stand him."
Of course, even if Lin Li were to leave, he had no intention of returning.
The Lin family disgusted him.
"Lin Xuan, can’t you just get along with Lin Li?" Lin Qingwan frowned.
"If you’re not willing to kick him out, then stop yapping in front of me."
Lin Xuan grabbed the rings and left.
He had more important things to attend to and no time to waste with them.
Lin Xuan walked into a cake shop. He planned to make a new cake for Su Hua. The shop was located in a relatively secluded area.
Several men in black suits quietly approached the cake shop, pretending to browse outside.
Su Hua’s bodyguards noticed them.
One of the men was even recognized by Su Hua’s people. They quickly took action, apprehending the men and bringing them before Su Hua.
In the living room of the Night Garden.
A stunning woman, her hair pinned up with a delicate hairpin, sat gracefully on the sofa in an elegant white cheongsam, her figure alluring and captivating.
Su Hua gently swirled the glass of red wine in her hand, her cool gaze sweeping over the three men kneeling on the floor.
"Aren’t these Second Uncle’s men? Why have they been brought here?" Su Hua leaned back lazily on the sofa, her tone indifferent.
To her, these men were nothing more than ants, unworthy of her emotional investment.
"Madam, they were following Young Master Lin. I suspect they intended to harm him," the bodyguard replied respectfully.
Su Hua’s eyes narrowed dangerously.
"What were you planning to do to him?" Su Hua’s voice was icy.
The kneeling men trembled slightly.
"Hmph," Su Hua chuckled softly. "If you won’t talk, then send them to the Snake Pit."
The Snake Pit?
The men’s eyes widened in terror.
They had heard of the Snake Pit—a place filled with thousands of snakes, crammed into a four-square-meter space. The snakes were mostly small and non-venomous, but they were starved for days.
Anyone thrown in would be swarmed by the ravenous snakes, their flesh devoured as they died in terror.
It was horrifying...
The bodyguards began to drag the men away.
"I’ll talk, I’ll talk!" one of the men screamed in fear.
They were thrown back in front of Su Hua.
"Miss, he said that Lin Xuan is someone you care about. He planned to capture Lin Xuan and use him to threaten you. If you didn’t comply, he would torture Lin Xuan to death, causing you pain," the man stammered.
"My dear Second Uncle is really misbehaving," Su Hua said with a gentle smile, though her voice carried a bone-chilling coldness. "Since he’s being so naughty, there’s no need to keep him around."
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.
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.
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?"
