"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!"
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
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!
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?!
ver to a world of cultivation and returned invincible. Modern medicine is child's play compared to elixirs; technological might crumbles before true cultivation. My name is Qin Ning, Earth's sole cultivator!
