"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.
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
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.
or! A blessing for those who struggle with love, a guidebook for dating novices. Quickly match with your dream goddess! Complete walkthroughs earn rewards, and perfect walkthroughs unlock limited achievements!】 Shen Yi, an ordinary office worker, accidentally downloads a mini-game called Dating Simulator. The mini-game is simple: randomly search for dating targets, simulate dates, and receive rewards upon successful confession. Rewards include but are not limited to money, attributes, and skills. The higher the evaluation, the better the rewards, with perfect ratings unlocking mysterious achievements. Shen Yi plans to use this mysterious mini-game to continuously pursue targets and improve himself, making his life better and better. ...... However, after several successful walkthroughs, Shen Yi suddenly notices something strange - the targets he previously simulated dating seem to be searching for him in real life?
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
