"Mom, Dad, there's actually no need to call the police," Lin Li said.
"Why not?" Jiang Shuqin frowned.
"If we involve the police, Lin Xuan's connections are too strong—he’ll just smooth things over," Lin Li explained.
"That makes sense," Lin Chang nodded in agreement. "Li'er, do you have any better suggestions?"
Lin Li glanced at his three sisters.
They had all taken Lin Xuan’s side now, and he was worried that if he revealed his plan, his sisters might leak it to Lin Xuan.
If that happened, Lin Xuan would surely be on guard, making it harder for him to act.
Jiang Shuqin noticed Lin Li’s hesitation and realized her daughters might indeed spill the secret.
She spoke up, "All of you, step outside for now."
"Alright."
The three Lin sisters had no choice but to leave the hospital room.
Lin Qingwan’s brows were tightly knit.
What exactly were Xiao Li and their parents planning to do to Xiao Xuan?
Just as she stepped out of the room, her secretary called.
"President Lin, there’s an urgent matter at the company that requires your attention."
"Understood," Lin Qingwan replied. "I’ll head there now."
She put away her phone.
Xiao Xuan was clever—even if their parents and Xiao Li tried something, he’d probably find a way to handle it.
Company matters took priority.
Lin Qingwan hurried off.
Lin Qingxiu frowned. "Second Sister, what do you think Mom and Dad are planning to do to discipline Xiao Xuan?"
"I don’t know," Lin Qingyan shook her head.
"Then… should we warn Xiao Xuan?" Lin Qingxiu asked.
"How can we warn him when we don’t even know anything?" Lin Qingyan reasoned.
"For now, we’ll just have to wait and see."
Both Lin Qingyan and Lin Qingxiu wore expressions of concern.
Back in the room, Jiang Shuqin spoke again. "Li'er, say whatever’s on your mind."
"Alright," Lin Li nodded. "Dad, Mom, I think the hotel surveillance footage can solve everything."
The hotel cameras would clearly show that Lin Xuan was the one behind it.
He needed to escalate the issue before Lin Xuan could destroy the evidence.
Besides, there were still some loose ends he hadn’t dealt with yet—he couldn’t risk the police uncovering anything.
"Hotel surveillance?" Jiang Shuqin frowned.
"Mom, can you bring reporters to stir up trouble and force the hotel to release the footage? The bigger the scandal, the better," Lin Li suggested.
Jiang Shuqin’s eyes lit up.
If this blew up, Tianmu Group would surely take a hit—maybe even land Lin Xuan in prison.
If that jinx ended up behind bars, perhaps the Lin family’s fortunes would finally turn around.
"Don’t worry, Li'er. Mom will handle this," Jiang Shuqin assured him.
"Thank you, Mom," Lin Li smiled.
"What’s there to thank me for?" Jiang Shuqin said warmly. "You’re my son. It’s only right that I stand up for you."
"Rest now, Li'er. I’ll make the arrangements."
Just as she was about to leave, Lin Li called out, "Wait, Mom."
"What is it, Li'er?" Jiang Shuqin asked with concern.
"Mom," Lin Li said, "it’s too late now. Let’s wait until tomorrow. Tianmu Group is a giant in the entertainment industry—they have plenty of resources and money to suppress this overnight. But during the day, it’ll be harder for them to contain the fallout."
"Good thinking," Jiang Shuqin nodded.
Li'er was truly clever.
She had no doubt he’d achieve great things once he started his own business.
But still…
Her heart ached for him. First, he’d been emasculated, and now he’d been violated by those two disgusting men…
Jiang Shuqin’s eyes brimmed with pity.
That night was destined to be sleepless.
The Lin family tossed and turned.
So did Wang Dahe’s biological parents, Liang’s father and mother, and Liang Li.
Meanwhile, Lin Xuan returned to Night Garden.
The drunken Wang Dahe was still slung over Cheng Er’s shoulder.
Butler Wang approached respectfully. "Young Master Lin, you’re finally back. The young mistress fell asleep in the living room."
"Xuanzi, let’s drink!"
"Come on, another round!"
Wang Dahe suddenly slurred loudly.
Lin Xuan frowned.
No way was he letting this drunkard wake Hua’er.
With a swift chop to the neck, Wang Dahe crumpled into unconsciousness.
"Butler Wang, prepare a guest room for my friend here. He’ll stay the night," Lin Xuan instructed.
"At once, Young Master Lin."
Butler Wang couldn’t help but eye Wang Dahe curiously.
Young Master Lin was usually so composed—how did he end up with such a rowdy friend?
"Cheng Er, hand him over to me," Butler Wang said.
"Cheng Er hesitated. "Butler Wang, he’s quite heavy. I can carry him."
"It’s fine. Leave it to me," Butler Wang insisted.
Skeptical, Cheng Er reluctantly transferred Wang Dahe over.
To his astonishment, the nearly sixty-year-old butler hoisted the 150-pound man effortlessly and strode upstairs with ease.
Cheng Er gaped.
Who knew Butler Wang was this strong?
Lin Xuan, meanwhile, approached Su Hua.
Watching her sleep on the sofa filled him with warmth.
In his past life, he’d married Qin Ruoyao.
He was always the one waiting for her—she never waited for him.
And back in the Lin household, no one ever waited for him either.
Lin Xuan cursed himself inwardly—how could he have been so blind to Su Hua’s devotion in his previous life?
He bent down and scooped her up bridal-style.
Cheng Er grinned to himself—the boss and President Su really were the perfect couple.
Upstairs, Lin Xuan gently laid Su Hua on the bed.
Just as he turned to fetch his clothes for a shower, she stirred awake.
"Ah Xuan… hug me…"
Still half-asleep, Su Hua reached out with adorable drowsiness.
"Of course," Lin Xuan obliged, stepping closer.
The moment he neared, she wrapped her arms around his waist.
"You’re finally back," she murmured, her voice soft and sweet.
"Mn. Had some business to settle," he replied, brushing a strand of hair from her face.
Su Hua’s sleepiness faded as a sudden thought struck her.
Her eyes narrowed dangerously.
In one swift motion, she flipped their positions—pinning Lin Xuan beneath her.
Lin Xuan: ???
What just happened?
How did he end up on the bottom again?
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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?"

ose... to cooperate with the protagonist! Shen Yuan: I have a system! Protagonist: What? System: Holy crap, you're just spilling it out like that? Shen Yuan: Let's team up, we'll split the system rewards! Protagonist: Fifty-fifty split? Shen Yuan: No way! Protagonist: What!? I'm the one getting beaten up, and I don't get half? Shen Yuan: Forty-sixty split, I get forty, you get sixty! Protagonist: Deal! Big brother, come on, hit me! As long as it doesn't kill me, beat me like you mean it! Shen Yuan: Don't worry... I will definitely protect all of you! No one but me can lay a finger on you! Guard our Heaven's Chosen Ones! I'm the only one allowed to bully them!

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.”

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?!