"Dad." Liang Li grabbed Liang's father's arm, speaking in panic, "You need to think of something. Our company can't go bankrupt, and we can't let him find out anything."
"What else can I do?" Liang's father said dejectedly. "Tianmu Group has the means, the connections, and their sheer scale is undeniable. No one dares to defy them."
"Even Starlight Group—just a year or two ago, they were at their peak. And what happened? Tianmu Group still drove them into bankruptcy."
"We're just a small company. How are we supposed to fight back?"
Liang's father's face was pale.
Now it was all over.
The company was finished, and if Lin Xuan uncovered anything, he would be finished too.
Wang Dahe was his biological son. If only they had treated Wang Dahe better after reuniting with him.
Everything would be different now.
Not only would their company avoid bankruptcy, but they might even have gained Tianmu Group's favor because of Wang Dahe.
He regretted it—truly regretted it.
He should have treated his own son better.
At this thought, Liang's father raised his eyes and glared furiously at Liang Li.
A surge of fear rose in Liang Li's heart.
Why was his father looking at him like that?
"Dad, what's wrong?" Liang Li asked nervously.
Slap!
Liang's father raised his hand and struck Liang Li hard across the face.
Liang Li's head snapped to the side, his cheek burning with pain. The force was so strong that blood even seeped from the corner of his lips.
Liang's mother immediately shielded Liang Li protectively.
"Why did you hit Li'er?"
Liang's father pointed at Liang Li angrily. "It's all because of him! If it weren't for Liang Li, we wouldn’t have been so cold to Wang Dahe!"
"If it weren’t for him, we wouldn’t have offended Lin Xuan, the head of Tianmu Group, in that hotel private room!"
"If it weren’t for him, our company wouldn’t be on the verge of bankruptcy, and we wouldn’t be at risk of going to jail!"
Liang's mother, thinking of their company's dire situation and their own predicament, let her arms drop weakly.
It was true—all of this was because of Li'er.
If they had never adopted him, none of this would have happened.
"Hmph, Liang Li, you'd better pray we survive this crisis." Liang's father flung his sleeve and stormed out.
Liang's mother glanced at Liang Li, pressed her lips together, and walked past him without another word.
"Dad! Mom!" Liang Li called after them.
But the parents who had once doted on him didn’t even turn back.
Liang Li collapsed onto the floor, defeated.
His face was deathly pale, his lips as white as paper.
How had it come to this?
Everything had spiraled in the exact opposite direction of what he had envisioned.
Wang Dahe was supposed to be struggling, living an ordinary life.
While he, Liang Li, was supposed to be wealthy and privileged, looking down on Wang Dahe from above.
But now? The Liang family business was about to collapse.
Meanwhile, Wang Dahe was working at Tianmu Group, backed by Lin Xuan himself, with an infinitely bright future ahead.
In just a few hours, everything had changed…
If only he hadn’t gone out of his way to humiliate Wang Dahe at his birthday party…
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Inside the private room, after the Liang family left, Lin Xuan made another call to Lei Hui.
"Boss, do you have further instructions?" Lei Hui asked respectfully.
Lin Xuan ordered, "Investigate the Liang family of three. See if they have any evidence of illegal activities. Then, announce their offense against me on the official website."
"Understood, Boss."
Lei Hui complied respectfully, silently lighting a metaphorical candle for the Liang family in his mind.
Once the boss set his sights on someone, they wouldn’t escape unscathed.
The Liang family was doomed.
Of all people to provoke, they had to anger their boss.
Lei Hui shook his head and called his secretary. "Come in for a moment."
The secretary quickly entered the general manager’s office. "Director Lei," he said respectfully.
Lei Hui instructed, "Old Chen, look into any illegal activities committed by the Liang family of Xing Sheng Construction Materials."
"Yes, sir."
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Meanwhile, Lin Xuan hung up and noticed everyone at the table staring at him.
Their eyes sparkled with admiration, their faces filled with awe…
The women’s hearts raced uncontrollably.
If Lin Xuan hadn’t already had a girlfriend, they would have thrown themselves at him without hesitation.
His actions just now had been undeniably charismatic and impressive.
And marrying Lin Xuan wouldn’t just mean endless wealth—no one would dare mess with them ever again. Just the thought of it was exhilarating.
Lin Xuan frowned in confusion.
"Why is everyone staring at me?"
Wang Dahe slung an arm around Lin Xuan’s neck. "Xuan, do you have any idea how cool you were just now? Even I, a straight man, almost fell for you."
"Xuan, you looking for a boyfriend?" Wang Dahe teased.
Lin Xuan shoved his arm off.
His voice was dry. "Are you trying to steal me from Hua?"
Wang Dahe gulped.
If he dared compete with Boss Su for Lin Xuan, he’d be torn apart—literally.
"No, no," Wang Dahe laughed nervously. "I wouldn’t dare challenge Boss Su for you. I was just joking."
A woman like Boss Su was not someone to trifle with.
Wang Dahe glanced around nervously. "Xuan, are any of Boss Su’s people here?"
He worried that Boss Su had bodyguards nearby, reporting his words back to her.
If so, he’d definitely be marked for retribution.
"Relax," Lin Xuan smirked. "Everyone around me is my own. Hua won’t hear a word of what you said."
"Good." Wang Dahe patted his chest in relief.
Another woman couldn’t resist asking, "Lin Xuan, I’m curious—what’s your girlfriend like?"
Lin Xuan’s eyes softened with affection. "She’s beautiful, incredibly capable, and kind."
Wang Dahe chimed in, "I’ve seen Xuan’s girlfriend. She’s absolutely stunning—even the most famous actresses can’t compare to her."
"And she’s insanely talented. Honestly, she and Xuan are a perfect match—destined for each other."
Xuan and Boss Su—one handsome, one gorgeous, both sharp and powerful. They were practically made for each other.
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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?"
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
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.”
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
