Lin Li was first exposed for having an affair with Qin Ruoyao, then during his wedding banquet with Feng Yaya, it was revealed that he had become impotent, and later, he was caught fooling around with other men. This provided plenty of material and online traffic for gossip.
"Not bad, not bad. This Lin Li is really something," someone remarked.
"One of these days, we should send him a little something to express our gratitude," another added.
At the front desk, the receptionist inquired, "Ma'am, may I ask who your son is?"
"Lin Li. My son is Lin Li," Jiang Shuqin replied.
"Lin Li?" The receptionist gave Jiang Shuqin a strange look.
Wasn’t this the same man who caused such a scandal in their hotel last night?
She had been off duty and missed the spectacle of Lin Li lying beneath two men, but she had seen plenty of photos and videos in the company group chat.
After such a humiliating incident, Lin Li’s mother wasn’t hiding in shame—instead, she was here at the hotel demanding surveillance footage.
The receptionist apologized, "Ma'am, I’m truly sorry, but as a front desk employee, I don’t have the authority to handle surveillance requests. I’ll need to consult our manager."
She called the hotel manager.
"Manager, there’s a woman here claiming to be Lin Li’s mother. She wants to review the surveillance footage, likely to investigate last night’s incident."
The manager frowned. "I’ll be right there."
After hanging up, the receptionist said, "Ma'am, please wait a moment. Our manager will be here shortly."
She discreetly studied Jiang Shuqin.
Lin Li’s mother came across as arrogant, domineering, and lacking in manners.
With a mother like this, no wonder Lin Li turned out so morally corrupt.
Unbeknownst to the receptionist, Jiang Shuqin had arranged for a live broadcast of her visit to the hotel. She had paid a journalist to stream the entire encounter.
The livestream was already drawing a sizable audience.
Despite it being work hours, the number of viewers kept growing.
Who could focus on work when there was juicy gossip to follow?
The comments and live chat buzzed with speculation.
["Jiang Shuqin actually went to the hotel to demand footage? And she hired journalists? Could it be that Lin Li was actually framed?"]
["Earlier, Jiang Shuqin even accused Lin Xuan of setting him up. Given their long-standing feud, it’s not impossible."]
["No way it was Lin Xuan! Lin Xuan has impeccable character. Now that he owns Tianmu Group, the Lin family is nothing but ants to him. Why would he stoop to such underhanded tactics?"]
["Exactly! I agree! There’s no way it was Lin Xuan."]
Lin Xuan was wealthy, capable, and strikingly handsome, earning him a legion of admirers—both women and men who idolized him.
Students from Shangqing University, in particular, were incensed at the suggestion that Lin Xuan was involved.
They furiously typed their rebuttals.
["What’s wrong with you people? Do you have crap for brains? Just because Jiang Shuqin says it was Lin Xuan, you believe her?"]
["I’ve never seen such idiots, letting themselves be led by the nose."]
["If you’ve got nothing better to do, go shovel manure! Your mouths are so foul, dirty work is all you’re good for!"]
Those who had suggested Lin Xuan’s involvement were quickly silenced by his defenders, too intimidated to say another word.
Yikes.
Lin Xuan’s fanbase was terrifying.
Meanwhile, Jiang Qing had seen the livestream on her phone and rushed into the CEO’s office.
"What is it?" Su Hua asked without looking up from her documents.
"Ms. Su, there’s trouble—it involves Young Master Lin," Jiang Qing reported.
Su Hua’s head snapped up, her heart tightening with concern. "What happened?"
Jiang Qing summarized the situation.
"Last night, Young Master Lin attended Wang Dahe’s birthday party, right?"
Su Hua frowned. "How did you know that? Did Xuan tell you?"
Were Jiang Qing and Lin Xuan that close in private?
Jiang Qing: !!!
Damn.
She could practically smell the overwhelming jealousy radiating from Su Hua.
Seriously? Even this could make her jealous?
Jiang Qing quickly clarified, "Ms. Su, didn’t you tell me? Last night, you suddenly said you were going to personally handle a business deal. When I asked why you weren’t accompanying Young Master Lin, you said he was attending Wang Dahe’s birthday party."
At the time, she had thought to herself, No wonder Ms. Su suddenly took on a deal—Young Master Lin ditched her.
Su Hua nodded. "Mhm. Continue."
Jiang Qing could practically feel the icy aura around Su Hua dissipate.
She exhaled in relief.
Serving a boss like this was like walking on thin ice.
"Last night, in the same hotel, Lin Li was caught on camera with two overweight, unattractive men. The scandal blew up."
"This morning, Jiang Shuqin stormed into the hotel demanding surveillance footage, claiming that Lin Li was framed—by Young Master Lin Xuan."
At this, Su Hua chuckled softly. "That does sound like something Xuan would do."
Lin Xuan was well-behaved, but he also had a mischievous streak.
That was why she hadn’t personally dealt with the Lin family—she left them for him to toy with.
Jiang Qing couldn’t help but glance at Su Hua.
The indulgent tone in her voice…
If Lin Xuan committed murder, arson, or even dismemberment, Su Hua would probably still find him adorable.
"Ms. Su, if the surveillance footage reveals anything, should we step in?" Jiang Qing asked.
She, too, suspected Lin Xuan was behind Lin Li’s scandal, which was why she had reported it.
No matter what, Young Master Lin couldn’t be allowed to get into trouble.
Su Hua replied, "Not yet. I’ll handle it. You may leave."
"Yes."
Jiang Qing exited the office.
Su Hua then called Butler Wang to ask if Lin Xuan was awake.
Butler Wang answered, "Madam, Young Master Lin woke up at ten this morning and is currently working in his study."
"Oh? Really?"
Su Hua raised an eyebrow.
She hadn’t expected Lin Xuan to wake up so early. It seemed last night’s… efforts hadn’t been enough.
Next time, she’d have to go longer.
"Achoo!"
"Achoo!"
Lin Xuan sneezed several times in succession.
He rubbed his nose, his temples throbbing.
What was going on?
Why did he have such a terrible sense of foreboding?
After ending the call with Butler Wang, Su Hua dialed Lin Xuan’s number.
"Xuan," her gentle voice came through the phone.
Lin Xuan asked, "Hua Bao, what’s up?"
Su Hua said, "Xuan, Jiang Shuqin went to the hotel to review the surveillance footage. She’s claiming you framed Lin Li, and she’s brought journalists to livestream the whole thing."
Lin Xuan replied nonchalantly, "Let her look. It has nothing to do with me anyway."
He had already altered the footage.
In fact, he was more than happy to let the scandal grow.
Now, all he needed to do was watch how Lin Li would end up trapped by his own schemes.
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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?!
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?"
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.
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.”
