"Enough with the talk. I’m not some hypocrite. If I’m planning to live off my wife, why pretend otherwise? Let’s go." Lin Ran had no intention of continuing this conversation with Chen Qingtian—they were clearly not on the same wavelength.
He got into the car and immediately told Wang Bao to drive, not wanting to exchange another word with Chen Qingtian.
Neither Lin Ran nor Chen Qingtian noticed that someone lurking in the shadows of the parking lot had captured the entire scene on camera.
Inside the car, Wang Bao spoke up.
"Young Master Lin, back in the parking lot, Lin Jian was filming you. Should we deal with him?"
Lin Ran was taken aback, thinking to himself, Now that’s professionalism.
Am I really that useless?
"No need. Let’s see what tricks he can pull."
"Understood, Young Master Lin."
A smirk curled on Lin Ran’s lips.
You little bastard, I haven’t even come after you yet, and you’re already making moves?
Let’s see what you can do to me.
Meanwhile, in the parking lot, Lin Jian only dared to come out after Lin Ran had left.
He wanted to send the photos he’d taken to Luo Yao, but he had no way to contact her.
After some thought, he decided to save them for later.
He didn’t have Luo Yao’s contact details, but he knew she would see the school forum.
Yes, the school forum.
People were saying Lin Ran was being kept by Luo Yao, right?
Well, he’d make sure Luo Yao saw herself as the victim in this relationship.
If Lin Ran could be Luo Yao’s kept man, why couldn’t he also be Chen Qingtian’s?
From the way they interacted earlier, it was obvious they knew each other.
At the last banquet at the Pangu Hotel, Chen Qingtian had been the host and must have met Lin Ran there—no doubt something unspeakable had happened between them.
Heh, I’m a genius.
Lost in his fantasies, Lin Jian began imagining how he’d comfort Luo Yao after she dumped Lin Ran.
The more he thought about it, the more a satisfied grin spread across his face.
Meanwhile, Lin Ran returned to the estate only to find that Luo Yao still hadn’t come back.
Luo Yao had promised him that she’d come home to him every night.
She never went back on her word.
As Lin Ran waited, Uncle Fu received a call from Liu Meng.
"Uncle Fu, something’s wrong—President Luo might be losing it."
"What happened?" Uncle Fu asked, concerned.
At that moment, Lin Ran happened to walk downstairs and noticed Uncle Fu’s expression.
On the other end of the line, Liu Meng’s voice came through.
"Tonight, President Luo went to a restaurant for a business meeting. After it ended, as she was about to leave, some shameless bastard had the audacity to harass her. She beat him up on the spot."
"The guy started yelling about calling for backup… Not that we’re afraid of them, but President Luo is furious. The guy arrogantly said he’d have his people ‘deal with her,’ so she gave him half an hour to bring everyone he could muster—just to see who actually had the guts to try."
After Liu Meng finished, Uncle Fu fell into thought.
"What? Did something happen to Luo Yao?" Lin Ran’s voice cut in, making Uncle Fu stiffen.
"No—"
"Uncle Fu, I’m Luo Yao’s husband. I have the right to know if she’s in danger. Tell me."
Lin Ran’s expression was colder than Uncle Fu had ever seen.
Reluctantly, Uncle Fu recounted the situation.
Lin Ran immediately snatched the phone.
"Give me the address. I’m heading over now."
"Young… Young Master Lin?"
Liu Meng was stunned, then instantly terrified.
Did I just make things worse? Will President Luo kill me for this?
She had called hoping Uncle Fu would bring backup as a precaution, but now Lin Ran knew.
"Yeah, tell me where she is. I’m going to Luo Yao."
Liu Meng had no choice but to give the address—she didn’t dare lie to Lin Ran.
"Young Master Lin, please don’t tell her it was me who told you. Just pretend you happened to pass by, okay?"
Lin Ran hung up and left with Uncle Fu and a group of bodyguards in tow.
Liu Meng still had more to say, but after Lin Ran took the phone, she didn’t dare continue.
She could still hear President Luo’s icy words: "I’m giving you half an hour to call for backup. Let’s see if you can last until they get here."
And the man in question? He had already passed out multiple times.
Liu Meng was worried—first, that the other side might bring too many people, hence her call to Uncle Fu for reinforcements, and second, that someone might actually end up dead.
Meanwhile, Lin Ran was speeding toward the scene, still struggling to believe what he’d heard.
Harass who?
Luo Yao?
Who has a death wish?
For some reason, even though he knew Luo Yao could handle herself, the mere thought of someone daring to harass her filled Lin Ran with an unprecedented rage.
From an outsider’s perspective, it was pure jealousy.
A woman is always a man’s greatest weakness, and Luo Yao was Lin Ran’s.
Of course, the same went for Luo Yao—Lin Ran was her weakness, and anyone who dared touch him would pay with their life.
His foot pressed harder on the accelerator, the car speeding faster and faster until he arrived at the restaurant.
But what he didn’t know was that two minutes earlier, a crowd had already stormed in.
"Who the hell dares mess with Young Master Wang? Show yourself!" a burly man at the front shouted.
"Where’s Young Master Wang? Where’s Wang Qijiu?" the others echoed, searching frantically.
With a bang, the private room door was kicked open, and Luo Yao stepped out, dragging a barely conscious man by the collar.
She tossed the waste of a man onto the floor, and one of her bodyguards promptly slapped him awake.
"Ah—stop! Please… stop hitting me!"
Wang Qijiu’s words came out in broken gasps from the pain.
"These the people you called?" Luo Yao gestured dismissively at the newcomers.
The group that had just barged in stood frozen in shock.
"Holy shit! Let Young Master Wang go right now! Do you even know who he is?"
Wang Qijiu, finally realizing his backup had arrived, twisted his battered face into a vicious sneer.
The past half hour had been pure torture.
That insane woman had shattered every single one of his fingers just because he’d dared to touch her.
One by one, his fingers had been broken, over and over, until he passed out from the pain—only to wake up and endure it all again.
He swore he’d make her pay. He’d make sure she died for this.
The burly leader kept shouting, "Damn it! Young Master Wang, are you okay?"
Wang Qijiu was in too much agony to speak properly. If he didn’t need these idiots right now, he’d have gutted them on the spot.
Do I look okay, you moron?
"Does it… look like I’m okay? Grab that bitch… right now!"
His eyes burned with unbridled hatred as he spat out his next words.
"I’m going to… break her!"
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
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!
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
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.
