"Sweetheart, did you eat properly today without me bringing you lunch?"
Lin Ran cursed inwardly: Damn teammate, if it weren't for giving you an opportunity, my wife would’ve definitely enjoyed my lovingly prepared meal.
Now, Lin Ran was filled with regret—he still fell short when it came to Luo Yao.
Wu Zhishang sacrificing his lifelong happiness for not finding a wife was one thing, but if his own wife missed the meal he sent, she might go hungry all afternoon.
Thinking this, Lin Ran silently vowed that from now on, no matter how big the matter, Luo Yao would always come first.
Even if he were dying, he’d have to report it first.
Only with Luo Yao’s permission could he die.
Death was trivial, but dying without notifying his wife? That was a serious offense.
Luo Yao’s expression turned pitiful, her eyes reddening—a sight that would’ve caused onlookers to gasp in shock.
"I didn’t eat. I’ve been starving without your lunch."
Lin Ran’s heart ached. He quickly pulled her into a hug. "My bad, it won’t happen again. Let me take you out to eat now!"
A playful smile curled Luo Yao’s lips. "Just kidding, I already ate."
"Oh, so you’ve learned to lie now?"
The two began roughhousing in the office like a pair of kids.
Once they’d had their fun, Luo Yao nestled into Lin Ran’s arms and asked softly,
"Did you go out this morning?"
Lin Ran: "You already know, don’t you?"
Luo Yao: "The staff only said you went to the company, not what you did there."
Lin Ran: "Yeah, I went to meet family."
He then recounted the day’s events in detail.
Luo Yao listened attentively, pleased that Lin Ran hid nothing from her.
"So, what are you planning to do?"
Lin Ran: "I’ll see. I haven’t decided yet. After all, family feels cold—only you in my arms are warm."
Luo Yao’s heart skipped a beat. She had to admit, his answer gave her a little thrill.
"Was Chen Qingtian pretty? How did you meet her?"
Lin Ran stiffened.
"Yao Yao, if I said Chen Qingtian looked like garbage, I’d be lying. But even if she were a goddess, she wouldn’t hold a candle to you. As for how we met—it was at that auction banquet. But I never looked at her directly, only out of the corner of my eye."
Luo Yao nodded. She already knew what had happened that night—not just with Chen Qingtian, but how Lin Ran had turned away countless "advances" from other vixens.
She asked only to let him know she wasn’t monitoring his every move. She liked how he was now and didn’t want to pressure him further.
"Alright, I believe you. One more thing."
Lin Ran: "Go ahead."
"Is Zhang Xiaonuan going to intern at your company?"
Lin Ran froze.
"Wait—I really want to meet that lip-reading expert. That’s insane."
He was genuinely curious how someone could observe his words so clearly without being seen. He wanted to learn that skill.
"Answer my question." Luo Yao noticed Lin Ran dodging the topic.
Lin Ran mentally kicked himself for not responding faster.
"Yao Yao, Wu Zhishang manages the company. If Zhang Xiaonuan wants to intern, it’s his call, not mine. If you don’t like it, I’ll tell him right now."
Luo Yao’s gaze turned icy.
"Wu Zhishang… seems to have a death wish."
First, he arranged for Chen Qingtian to meet Lin Ran, and now this? He was speeding down the path of self-destruction.
Seeing Luo Yao’s expression, Lin Ran’s heart sank.
Uh-oh. Murder vibes.
He hurriedly pleaded for Wu Zhishang: "Though Wu Zhishang has indeed courted death, please spare his miserable life—for old times’ sake."
"Tell Wu Zhishang to think before he acts," Luo Yao said coldly.
Lin Ran was baffled. Even now, he often couldn’t decipher Luo Yao’s thoughts.
A saying about ancient rulers flashed in his mind:
Living with a tyrant is like living with a tiger.
"Sweetheart, you’re not worried I’d fall for Zhang Xiaonuan, are you? With you around, how could I even glance at another woman? Besides, there are plenty of female colleagues at the company. Why single her out?"
Luo Yao: "I’m not worried you’d like her. I’m worried she likes you."
"I’m not cash—how could every woman be into me?" Lin Ran was lost.
Luo Yao: "Intuition."
"Have you met Zhang Xiaonuan?"
"No."
"Your intuition might be off this time."
"It’s not."
Lin Ran sighed. Why did women always default to "intuition"?
Even Luo Yao wasn’t exempt.
"Fine, I’ll tell Wu Zhishang to kick Zhang Xiaonuan out."
Luo Yao paused. "Also tell him to stay away from you when he’s got nothing better to do."
Lin Ran nodded. "Whatever you say, my love. A happy life comes from obeying the wife."
His wife, his rules. What could he do? She was Luo Yao.
Loving Luo Yao meant sacrificing certain things—because her devotion bordered on obsession.
As for Wu Zhishang? Call if it’s urgent, otherwise, keep your distance.
Not that he was heartless, but when your wife’s a yandere, you adapt.
"Maybe I’m being selfish. Fine—you can meet Wu Zhishang, but if he lets another woman near you, I won’t hesitate to end him." Surprisingly, Luo Yao compromised.
She was trying to change, to give Lin Ran a bit more freedom.
Lin Ran immediately agreed.
"Wow! You’re so generous, babe. On Wu Zhishang’s behalf: ‘Thank you, Sister-in-Law!’"
Luo Yao patted his head, about to speak—when urgent knocking interrupted.
Frowning, Luo Yao called, "Come in."
Liu Meng opened the door, flinching under Luo Yao’s glare.
Did I interrupt something? But this couldn’t wait.
"President Luo, bad news—our pharmaceutical subsidiary’s been exposed for tax evasion."
"Negative reports are spreading fast across all platforms. Partners are calling nonstop for clarification."
"The medical branch manager just called too, asking for instructions."
After hearing the report, Luo Yao narrowed her eyes, lips curling into an eerie smile.
"How interesting… I didn’t expect her to still be alive."
transmigrates into the role of a villainous rich second-generation kid in an urban fantasy novel, and gets bound to a god-tier choice system. Right at the start, he catches the female lead stealing exam papers! This triggers the villain's choice options! [Choice 1: Pretend you didn't see anything] [Choice 2: Loudly call her out, drawing everyone's attention] [Choice 3: ...] And thus, a twisted villain is born. To avoid getting killed by the protagonist, he has no choice but to take down all the protagonists first. Jiang Che: Nobody understands being twisted better than me!
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.
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
