"Mom, you've been so good to me. Ever since I came to the Lin Family, you've treated me like your own son. Even after Lin Xuan returned, you still doted on me as always. This is the least I can do," Lin Li said.
Jiang Shuqin frowned. "Don't call Lin Xuan 'brother' anymore. He doesn’t deserve to be your brother."
"Alright," Lin Li quickly agreed. "Mom, don’t be angry. I’ll remember."
Lin Li stayed with Jiang Shuqin for another hour before finally returning to his room.
The moment he closed the door, his expression darkened.
He was long tired of currying favor with Jiang Shuqin and the Lin Family.
Once his business venture succeeded, he would kick the Lin Family to the curb.
He wouldn’t grovel before them anymore.
Right now, his top priority was to teach Lin Xuan a lesson.
First, to vent his own resentment, and second, because if Lin Xuan found out about his business plans, he would undoubtedly try to sabotage them.
He needed to make sure Lin Xuan was too preoccupied to interfere.
Lin Li opened his laptop and searched online: heat-inducing drugs
A seller from an e-commerce platform immediately responded.
[Heat-inducing drugs? I’ve got them in my shop. Once it kicks in, there’s no stopping it.]
Lin Li’s eyes lit up.
He quickly messaged the Taobao shop owner: [How much? And when can it be delivered?]
The owner replied: [Not much, just 100 yuan per dose. By the way, how many cows, sheep, or pigs do you have?]
Lin Li frowned.
These drugs were meant for animals.
He asked: [Can humans take it?]
The owner answered: [Absolutely! The effects are intense, and there’s no antidote. This drug also goes by another name—boar heat stimulant.]
Lin Li’s eyes gleamed at the words.
Boar heat stimulant… Perfect for Lin Xuan.
Heh.
He’d make sure to find a few ugly men for Lin Xuan afterward.
He’d leave Lin Xuan with a lifelong scar.
The shop owner sent another message:
[Why are you asking about humans? You’re not planning to give it to a person, are you? If so, I can’t sell it to you.]
He was just an ordinary seller—he didn’t want to get involved in anything illegal.
Lin Li replied: [It’s for my pigs. I have eight of them. Just sell it to me. I was only asking out of curiosity.]
He was going to feed all of it to Lin Xuan.
He’d make sure Lin Xuan experienced a pleasure he’d never forget.
The owner said: [Alright, just follow the link I sent you—Old Chen’s Shop. Place your order there, and it’ll arrive via SF Express the next day.]
Lin Li placed the order.
A smirk curled on his lips.
He couldn’t wait for the moment Lin Xuan ingested the drug.
He’d record everything—maybe even invite some reporters over.
He refused to believe Su Hua would still want Lin Xuan after seeing him with other men. In fact, disgusted by Lin Xuan, she might even take back the Tianmu Group.
And once Lin Xuan’s reputation was ruined, the Jiang Family, who valued dignity and refinement so much, would likely disown him.
By then, Lin Xuan would have nothing left.
He’d never be a threat to Lin Li’s business again. Instead, he’d spend the rest of his life beneath Lin Li’s feet.
Lin Li couldn’t suppress a triumphant laugh.
The next day.
A package arrived at the nearby delivery station. Lin Li rushed to pick it up.
Jiang Shuqin, sitting in the living room, noticed the parcel in his hands and asked, "Li’er, what’s that?"
Lin Li avoided her gaze. "Nothing important."
"Mom, I have things to do. I’ll head back to my room first."
"Alright," Jiang Shuqin nodded.
Lin Li hurried upstairs with the package.
Jiang Shuqin watched his retreating figure, her brows furrowing.
Why did she feel like Li’er was both eager and excited?
Was it just her imagination?
Meanwhile.
Lin Li returned to his room. After glancing around, he shut the door.
He eagerly tore open the package.
Inside were eight packets of powder.
"Boar heat stimulant?"
"Perfect."
Excitement burned in Lin Li’s eyes.
But… to make sure the drug worked as intended, he needed to test it first.
Otherwise, if Lin Xuan didn’t fall for it, all his efforts would be wasted.
Besides, Lin Xuan would be attending Wang Dahe’s banquet—this was the perfect opportunity to strike.
Every time before, Lin Li had hired others to deal with Lin Xuan, but nothing ever came of it.
This time, he’d do it himself.
Only then could he be certain of success.
Lin Li went to a high-end club and picked out two men.
He then mixed two packets of the powder into their drinks.
"Here, drink up," Lin Li handed them the glasses.
As long as he paid enough, the men and women here would play along with anything.
That’s why Lin Li dared to spike their drinks so brazenly.
"Thank you."
The two men, completely unsuspecting, downed the glasses in one go.
Lin Li stared intently, watching for any changes in them.
Fifteen minutes later.
The men began sweating profusely.
"What’s going on? Why is it so hot?" They tugged at their clothes.
Their faces were flushed red.
Lin Li smirked.
It was working. The boar heat stimulant was clearly potent.
The shop owner sent him a message:
[Hey, did you receive the package? If it works well, don’t forget to leave us a five-star review!]
[Also, remember not to accidentally use it on humans—there’s no antidote.]
Lin Li scoffed.
No antidote?
Even better.
It wasn’t for him, after all—it was for Lin Xuan.
Soon, the two men were tangled together.
The sight was… nauseating.
But Lin Li’s eyes gleamed with excitement.
The drug was strong.
Even if Lin Xuan had iron self-control, he wouldn’t be able to resist this.
Satisfied, Lin Li left the club.
Now, he just needed to plan how to make Lin Xuan ingest the drug at Wang Dahe’s birthday banquet.
Lin Xuan was finished this time!
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end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
