Su Hua frowned slightly.
She spoke again, "The meeting wasn't supposed to end so early today, but since it was almost time to leave work, I wrapped it up."
Lin Xuan nodded once more.
But... wait a minute.
Su Hua had repeated this twice, and after seeing him nod, she even frowned...
Lin Xuan tentatively said, "Su Hua, you actually didn’t work overtime today. That’s great."
"Mm." Su Hua's eyes curved into a smile.
Lin Xuan: "..."
Su Hua, I never expected you to be like this.
"Then, shouldn’t Xuan give me a reward?" Su Hua raised her delicate brows.
"What reward does Su Hua want?" Lin Xuan asked.
Su Hua extended her slender finger and lightly tapped her lips.
This was practically an open hint.
"Alright, here’s your reward." Lin Xuan, still feeling guilty about the video he’d been watching earlier, was in no position to refuse her.
Before he could even lean in to kiss her, Su Hua had already wrapped her arms around his shoulders, pressing her soft lips to his.
She kissed him tenderly yet passionately, stealing his breath away.
"Xuan..." she murmured his name between kisses, her voice muffled.
Their breathing grew ragged.
Afraid things might escalate further, Lin Xuan gently pushed her away.
"Su Hua, the food’s getting cold. Let’s go eat now," he said, averting his gaze from her flushed cheeks and tempting lips.
A playful smile flickered in Su Hua’s eyes.
"Alright, whatever Xuan says," she replied, her lips curling.
"Su Hua, I made your favorite shrimp today," Lin Xuan said. "And chicken."
He had prepared three dishes in total—all her favorites.
"No, Xuan, you’ve got it wrong. These aren’t my favorite dishes," Su Hua said with a smirk.
Lin Xuan frowned. "Then what is your favorite?"
As far as he knew, she loved these dishes.
"Me?"
Su Hua settled back onto his lap, never missing a chance to cling to him.
"My favorites are oysters... and sausages."
Her words dripped with innuendo.
Lin Xuan: "!!!"
He strongly suspected her words weren’t entirely innocent.
His expression turned complicated.
Su Hua... you’re a woman!
"Then I’ll make them for you next time," Lin Xuan quickly changed the subject. "Su Hua, let’s just eat for now."
"Then feed me," Su Hua cooed.
"Alright," Lin Xuan indulged her with a nod.
He resumed feeding her, and she obediently ate whatever he offered.
Once they were both full, they settled on the sofa.
Soon, Su Hua’s hands began wandering restlessly over Lin Xuan’s body.
Last night, blindfolding him and binding his hands and feet to the bed had been thrilling—but she hadn’t had nearly enough.
If she hadn’t been worried about exhausting him, she wouldn’t have stopped so soon.
Now that he was rested, she couldn’t resist luring him to her office under the pretense of wanting his cooking.
Su Hua was skilled, and she was the woman Lin Xuan loved most.
He couldn’t withstand her teasing for long before heat surged through him, his face tense with restraint.
Su Hua arched a brow.
Xuan’s self-control was impressive.
She wondered how long he could hold out.
Lin Xuan’s breathing grew heavier, his voice rough with desire. Just as he was about to break, he caught her hands.
"Su Hua, behave. You need to rest now."
Until her illness was cured, he couldn’t indulge in bed with her again.
"I’m not tired," Su Hua purred, her lips brushing his ear. "Don’t you want to, Xuan?"
Lin Xuan thought to himself—
Of course he did. He was a healthy man, and the woman he loved was seducing him.
But if he gave in, his kidneys would suffer.
At least until Su Hua was cured, they could finally catch a break.
In the next moment, Su Hua pinned him to the sofa.
"Su—Su Hua," Lin Xuan struggled to speak. "Jiang Qing and I have contacted a doctor. He’s highly skilled and has a way to treat your condition. But until then, you need to focus on recovering."
Su Hua froze.
Her illness... could actually be cured?
She’d had it since childhood—a condition that made her unrecognizable during episodes, forcing her to lock herself away.
She’d feared hurting Lin Xuan or scaring him, but he’d never been afraid, even when she was at her worst. Instead, he’d willingly become her "little bed slave."
Still... she worried her condition might worsen, that she’d die young or even forget him—and one day, hurt him.
Seizing her moment of distraction, Lin Xuan sat up and gently pressed her back onto the sofa.
"Su Hua, be good. Your health comes first. Once you’re cured, we can grow old together."
Besides, once she recovered, he wouldn’t have to endure being her "bed slave" during her episodes.
His kidneys couldn’t take much more.
"How does making love interfere with recovery?" Su Hua pursed her lips.
"It does!" Lin Xuan insisted solemnly. "It’s physically draining. The doctor said you shouldn’t overexert yourself."
Of course, this was a lie—there was no medical restriction. He just needed the break.
Su Hua frowned. "I don’t have to exert myself. You can do all the work."
Lin Xuan was speechless.
Finally, he sighed. "Su Hua, the doctor was clear—no intimacy. Other women don’t exert themselves either, so effort isn’t the issue. There must be a medical reason. Let’s follow his advice so treatment isn’t delayed."
His earnest expression made the lie utterly convincing.
"Fine," Su Hua grumbled.
"Good girl. It’s time to sleep now," Lin Xuan coaxed.
"Mm." She nodded reluctantly.
"Stay with me," she said.
"Alright."
Lin Xuan followed her into the bedroom.
Su Hua wrapped her arms around his waist and closed her eyes.
Lin Xuan, however, lay wide awake.
Once her breathing steadied in sleep, he carefully slipped out of bed.
He still wanted to dig into Lin Li’s drama.
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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.
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?!
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
