The next morning.
Su City International.
Today, Su Qianmo wore an OL suit, and the black skirt accentuated her curvaceous figure very gracefully.
The slightly shiny flesh-colored stockings on her legs made her beautiful legs even more sexy.
She looked naturally beautiful, like a fairy from the ninth heaven, so beautiful that she didn't seem human. On her, coldness and sexiness coexisted, elegance and lust were one.
But in fact, Su Qianmo didn't think about dressing sexy at all.
However, no matter how simple or inconspicuous the clothes, as long as Su Qianmo wore them, they would definitely highlight her sensual figure.
She had been in a bad mood since leaving Gu Chenan's private beach yesterday, so she didn't even come to the company yesterday afternoon.
So the gift Lin Yu sent yesterday still hadn't reached Su Qianmo's hands.
Today, as soon as Su Qianmo arrived at the office, Secretary Xiaochen hurried over.
"President Su, someone sent you a gift yesterday."
"Oh? What is it?"
Su Qianmo lifted her head slightly, her beautiful eyes full of anticipation.
The moment she heard this, the person that appeared in her mind was Gu Chenan.
"Wait a moment, President Su."
Xiaochen went into the lounge, quickly folded back with a black sling bag and a basket of bright roses in her hands.
Seeing this bag and roses, Su Qianmo's beautiful eyes glanced.
Although there were many people who gave her gifts in Donghai, it seemed that only Gu Chenan would give her roses after thinking about it.
Su Qianmo hurriedly asked, "Who sent it?"
She was expecting Xiaochen to say Gu Chenan's name.
But...
Xiaochen shook her head: "A little boy brought it over. As for who sent the gift, he didn't say."
"I see..."
Hearing this, Su Qianmo was a little disappointed.
Previously, when Gu Chenan sent gifts, he mostly delivered them in person. Even if he sent someone, he would identify himself.
But this time, the gift giver did not reveal his identity.
Could it not be Gu Chenan...
Su Qianmo bit her red lips lightly and sighed softly.
"Throw away the flowers, just put the bag in the cloakroom."
Since it wasn't Gu Chenan, Su Qianmo didn't care who it was either.
After all, there were too many people in Donghai who were interested in her. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that those pursuing her stretched from Donghai to Suzhou.
So the gifts she usually received would be put in the cloakroom first, and Xiaochen would clean it up every month.
"Yes, President Su."
Xiaochen picked up the roses and was about to throw them into the trash can outside the door.
But at this moment, she remembered what the little boy had told her to say yesterday.
"Oh yes, President Su."
Xiaochen stopped and turned around, "That person also asked the little boy to pass on a message yesterday."
"He said, I will never forget our agreement."
Hearing this, Su Qianmo's pupils suddenly shrank, and her breathing stopped instantly.
Young Master Gu!
It's Young Master Gu!
What I asked Young Master Gu to promise me on the beach yesterday was to say this sentence!
Su Qianmo's heart warmed and her nose soured. She almost shed tears in front of Xiaochen.
"Wait!" Su Qianmo called Xiaochen who was about to throw away the roses.
"Your order, President Su?" Xiaochen bowed slightly.
Su Qianmo's throat trembled, and she said in a low voice, "Keep the flowers, find a vase to put them in, and don't put the bag in the cloakroom."
Xiaochen was a little puzzled. Why did President Su suddenly change her mind?
"I understand, President Su." Xiaochen nodded.
Xiaochen first put the roses on the coffee table and went out to buy a vase.
At this time, Su Qianmo got up from her desk and came to the coffee table.
She stretched out her fair, slender jade hand and picked up a rose, disregarding the thorns on the stem. She brought it to her nose and took a deep sniff.
Young Master Gu, do you...actually like me too?
Otherwise, why would you give me flowers? And say the oath I asked you to say?
Thinking of this, a glistening tear slid across Su Qianmo's beautiful eyes.
She couldn't help murmuring, "Young Master Gu, we...will definitely fulfill the marriage agreement, right?"
...
At the same time, in a traditional Chinese-style courtyard hidden among bamboo groves.
Lin Yu, who was practicing ancient martial arts, suddenly shuddered.
A feeling of depression surged in his heart.
What happened?
Lin Yu frowned, somewhat puzzled.
"Hmm?"
Beside him, a girl wearing ultrashort shorts revealing a pair of long white legs, matched with a pair of mid-calf tube socks, squinted her eyes and noticed Lin Yu's abnormal mood.
She flicked two fingers at Lin Yu, and the stones in her hand banged on Lin Yu's chest.
Lin Yu was thrown off instantly.
"Master, why did you..." Lin Yu covered his chest, looking puzzled.
This girl was Lin Yu's master, the heir of the ancient martial arts family in Donghai, Tang Yunjin!
Tang Yunjin snorted lightly, glanced at Lin Yu, and pouted, "Practicing with a distracted mind, asking for a beating!"
"Master, I just...I'm in a bad mood."
Lin Yu got up from the ground and came to Tang Yunjin's side.
Seeing Tang Yunjin pouting her red lips and turning her head to the other side, a desire rose in Lin Yu's heart.
He really wanted to forcibly turn Tang Yunjin's face around and kiss her!
But since he still had to continue practicing ancient martial arts with Tang Yunjin, and he hadn't been her disciple for very long, their relationship was not intimate.
So Lin Yu could only suppress his desire and said with an awkward smile, "Oh Master, it was my fault. Don't be angry."
Tang Yunjin crossed her arms, pouted and turned her head away, "The Ye Family's ancient martial arts competition is coming up in a few days. Are you participating or not?"
"Participating, of course participating." Lin Yu nodded.
"Then practice properly!" Tang Yunjin glared at Lin Yu impatiently.
Hearing this, Lin Yu suddenly straightened up, bowed to Tang Yunjin with folded hands, and said solemnly, "This disciple will practice diligently and not disgrace you!"
"Humph! Easier said than done!" Tang Yunjin said impatiently.
Since Lin Yu became her disciple, he didn't seem to practice very hard, but he was quite good at flattering.
If it wasn't for her childhood illness that damaged her meridians and made her unable to fight, how could she possibly pass on her ancient martial arts to others.
In the original plot, Tang Yunjin had a serious illness in childhood that left hidden injuries. Not only could she not fight, but she couldn't do strenuous exercises either.
That was why she accepted Lin Yu as a disciple and passed on her ancient martial arts to him.
The original setting was that Tang Yunjin was a complete tsundere.
Not only was she verbally abusive but cared for him in reality, she also developed feelings for Lin Yu early on, but never showed it.
In the mid-part of the novel, Lin Yu found a thousand-year-old spiritual mushroom in a remote uninhabited mountain. Then, using the spiritual mushroom as medicine, he finally stabilized Tang Yunjin's meridians.
This turning point in the plot also made Tang Yunjin officially become one of Dragon King Lin Yu's harem.
It has to be said that the plot is very clichéd, the kind where you can tell the ending from the beginning.
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.
agon king storylines. At the start, I obtained the "Ultimate Lackey System" - the more I act as a lackey, the stronger I become. What else could I do? I chose to become the personal henchman of the ultimate villain, Su Muwan. I provoke all sorts of chosen ones, snatch away their opportunities, and commit every evil deed imaginable. You ask who's behind me? Hmph! You're not worthy of knowing my lady's name! ...... ....... I am Su Muwan, the eldest daughter of the Su family. Since childhood, I've possessed extraordinary talent in martial arts, which led to my arrogant and domineering personality in my past life. I was even foolish enough to repeatedly challenge those favored by heaven, ultimately resulting in a tragic death. In this life, I must behave and absolutely cannot walk the same path again!! However... SLAP!! "So you're the Dragon King, huh?!" When I saw my little lackey swagger over and viciously slap the Dragon King who was hiding his identity, I felt my heart sink. Su Muwan's suspended heart finally died as she watched Qin Luo, her utterly loyal lackey, standing before her. She fainted on the spot from shock. Heaven is determined to destroy me!! (Pure love 1v1, light-hearted, no angst, single female lead, villain, reincarnation, lackey)
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?"
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.”
