"Miss Su, we were blind and bewitched, agreeing to sign a contract with that bastard Su Wenchao."
Slap!
As he spoke, he slapped himself in the face.
"We know we were wrong, and have already sent Su Wenchao away. Please give us one more chance, Miss Su."
Slap!
Another slap.
"Except for Miss Su, we won't sign with anyone else!"
Slap!
The three of them spoke one after another, slapping themselves as they talked, kneeling and begging for forgiveness. In less than two minutes, their faces were swollen and disheveled, no longer looking like the arrogant bosses they were.
"You, you guys, what are you doing?"
Su Muqiu had been in tremendous shock and confusion the whole time, with her heart racing wildly and dumbfounded, barely believing her eyes.
These people...have they gone mad?
Why would they suddenly come over and bow their heads to apologize to her inexplicably?
It was just a contract signing.
If there was anyone to blame, it should be the despicable and shameless Su Wenchao, not these few men. There was no need for this, no need for this!
"Please, hurry and stand up..."
In a daze, Su Muqiu reflexively reached out to help them up, but when she went to assist Zhao Yongrong, she suddenly sensed something wrong. Looking down at Zhao Yongrong's left hand, her gaze froze sharply as she asked, "President Zhao, what happened to your hand?"
Only then did she notice that Zhao Yongrong's left arm was wrapped in a white bandage, hanging around his neck. It seemed he was injured and his left shirt sleeve was empty with no left hand in sight.
"Miss Su, here."
Without answering, Zhao Yongrong took out a wooden box about over 20 centimeters long and handed it to Su Muqiu.
"What's this?"
Su Muqiu's eyebrows furrowed tighter and tighter, not understanding what Zhao Yongrong was up to. She took the wooden box and glanced inside.
"Ah!!!"
The next moment, a shrill scream rang out.
Su Muqiu's face changed drastically, shocked and frightened to the core. Her scalp exploded in an instant. She reflexively retreated several steps back, hands shaking as she dropped the wooden box onto the floor beneath her feet.
A bloody left hand rolled out of the wooden box...
"President Zhao, your hand! Your hand!"
Recalling Zhao Yongrong's empty shirt sleeve, Su Muqiu now understood. The wooden box contained Zhao Yongrong's severed left hand!
"Miss Su, I was wrong!"
Zhao Yongrong's attitude was sincere. "I was arrogant and overstepped boundaries before, wanting something I shouldn't have. I touched Miss Su's leg with this hand, and now I have severed it to punish myself, hoping to earn Miss Su's forgiveness..."
Boom!
After speaking, he heavily kowtowed onto the floor beneath Su Muqiu's feet.
"You, you guys..."
Su Muqiu was completely petrified, her whole body rigid and her mind chaotic, as if she were dreaming. She asked in disbelief, "Why are you doing this? Who? Who sent you here?"
"Please forgive us, Miss Su!"
However, Zhao Yongrong and the others only continued kowtowing and apologizing to Su Muqiu, not answering her questions at all.
Xiao Zhan stood behind Su Muqiu without a word.
But in his heart, he was thinking: "That Hong pup did act pretty quickly. Just one text from me and these guys obediently came to apologize."
Touched my wife's leg?
He ought to be punished!
"Don't do this, get up, everyone."
Su Muqiu naturally remembered when Zhao Yongrong had touched her leg. But she was kind-hearted, not viciously ruthless. It wasn't worth severing Zhao Yongrong's hand over. Seeing his empty sleeve, she felt bad and urged, "President Zhao, hurry and get your injury properly bandaged at the hospital. We can talk about everything else later."
"Miss Su won't forgive us unless we kowtow here!"
The three were very determined, clearly not joking around.
Su Muqiu was very confused but didn't press for answers immediately. She nodded, "I forgive you guys already, isn't that enough? Hurry and go, get to the hospital quickly."
"Really?"
The three glanced at each other, secretly relieved, before finally getting up.
Just then, Xiao Zhan's phone rang. It was a text from an unfamiliar number, but he recognized it from the information the middle-aged general had given him.
The owner was probably Su Wenchao!
Xiao Zhan was a bit surprised that Su Wenchao dared to actively contact him after getting beaten up by him.
He opened the message to take a look.
"Courting death!!!"
Xiao Zhan's pupils abruptly shrank as his previously calm face instantly turned icy cold, with murderous intent showing between his brows.
The content of the text was simple. The first line said: "Brother-in-law, I just found out that not only was my cousin violated by another man five years ago and gave birth to a bastard child, but during these past five years, she hasn't been idle either, promiscuously eating, drinking, and flirting everywhere. She's basically a public bus that any man can ride. And you still treat her wholeheartedly. As a man, I feel bad for you!"
Below were the evidence.
Five photos in total, all showing intimate moments between Su Muqiu and men. The backgrounds included the street, a bar, a hotel room. The men included Zhao Yongrong, Li Zong, and Wang Zong, who were right in front of Xiao Zhan at this moment.
"Wife, aren't you going shopping later? Get your things together first, I'll walk them out." Xiao Zhan voluntarily stepped forward.
"You?"
Su Muqiu was a little stunned by this "wife".
"Let's go."
Xiao Zhan didn't tell Su Muqiu about the photos. He pushed Zhao Yongrong and the others to leave together, closing the door of the Su house along the way.
"So you're Miss Su's husband?"
"That violent maniac?"
"Rapist?"
Zhao Yongrong and the others looked at Xiao Zhan strangely, clearly not understanding how Su Muqiu with such a terrifying background could truly marry someone like Xiao Zhan.
Xiao Zhan knew what they were thinking and asked, "It was Hong pup who told you to come?"
"Hong pup..."
The three were all startled, unable to react for a moment.
"Duan Yihong."
Xiao Zhan stated a name.
Immediately, the three's faces turned ashen. Their eyeballs bulged out like copper bells as they looked at Xiao Zhan as if they had seen a ghost in broad daylight, full of shock and disbelief.
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.”
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."
d intelligence to keep the plot moving, and sometimes even the protagonists are forced into absurdly dumb decisions. Why does the A-list celebrity heroine in urban romance novels ditch the top-tier movie star and become a lovestruck fool for a pockmarked male lead? Why do the leads in historical tragedy novels keep dancing between love and death, only for the blind healer to end up suffering the most? And Gu Wei never expected that after finally landing a villain role to stir up trouble, she’d pick the wrong gender! No choice now—she’ll just have to crush the protagonists as a girl!
