How vulgar! Mr. Lin, we're simply following protocol with our questions, yet you resort to insults. Do you truly believe your crude language can conceal the fact that you and Chen Qingtian are in cahoots?
Lin Ran laughed, utterly amused by these people's absurd logic.
"Who set these so-called protocols? And what 'facts' are you even talking about? Do you have some unique misunderstanding of the word 'fact'? Otherwise, how could you spin such a ridiculous story? Are you living in some parallel universe where 'facts' mean something entirely different?"
Another reporter chimed in with a loaded question.
"Are you mocking our profession because you fear we'll expose your facade? We're only seeking the truth objectively."
Lin Ran turned to the reporter and replied,
"Wow, my friend, you should win a 'Creative Writing Award.' The way you twist facts with such 'creativity' is truly a 'talent.' I say you misunderstand facts, and you accuse me of mocking your profession? What brand of nonsense are you peddling? Turning cassava into sweet potatoes?"
Reporter: "Mr. Lin, may I ask xx@%#..."
Lin Ran: "Just don’t hide behind the banner of journalism to mislead the public. The audience isn’t stupid—your little tricks will be exposed sooner or later. Learn to respect facts, or your credibility will plummet below zero."
The reporters grew visibly irritated. From start to finish, Lin Ran had been speaking in veiled jabs, offering no useful information—exactly what they didn’t want to hear.
Just as they prepared to fire more questions, a group of uniformed officers arrived.
Everyone froze in confusion. Some reporters glanced out the window and noticed official government vehicles parked downstairs.
The officers cleared a path, and the reporters, too intimidated to obstruct, hastily stepped aside.
Was another major incident about to unfold?
Like flies drawn to a scent, the reporters swiveled their cameras toward the newcomers.
Soon, a wheelchair was pushed to the entrance, carrying an imposing elderly woman.
Someone immediately recognized her—Su Jianguo.
"Grandmaster Su? The national hero Su Jianguo? Why is she here?"
"Did Warm Yao Media offend the authorities, prompting Grandmaster Su to personally intervene?"
"But would a small company like Warm Yao Media even warrant her attention?"
Su Jianguo’s gaze swept across the room with authority.
Chen Qingtian and Lin Ran quickly pushed through the crowd to greet her.
"Grandma."
"Grandmother."
Silence.
What had they just called Su Jianguo?
Grandma?
Grandmother?
Su Jianguo smiled warmly.
"I heard someone was giving my granddaughter and grandson trouble. As their elder, I naturally came to see for myself."
Shock. Petrification. Stunned silence.
Good heavens.
Chen Qingtian was Su Jianguo’s granddaughter, and Lin Ran was her grandson.
How had the media missed such a monumental detail?
Earlier, Chen Qingtian had mentioned being Lin Ran’s cousin, but no one believed her. Now, the truth was undeniable.
The gravity of the situation sank in, and a farcical scene unfolded.
Reporters scrambled to call their superiors.
"Boss, listen—Chen Qingtian… What? You already published? Pull it back now, or our company is finished!"
"Yes, yes! Tell everyone to stop writing blind nonsense. Chen Qingtian isn’t someone to mess with."
"Lin Ran is Su Jianguo’s grandson. Who’s Su Jianguo? Look it up, damn it! How are you even a media boss?"
Some reporters began slipping away, unwilling to become targets.
"You think you can slander my granddaughter and grandson and just walk away?"
Everyone froze.
Su Jianguo’s tone wasn’t threatening, but no one dared move.
The Chen family of the capital.
While the Chen name might not be widely known to the public, those with any experience knew their influence.
Chen Xiao was merely the education minister, but his sons were anything but ordinary—and his wife, Su Jianguo, was a national hero receiving government honors.
Someone checked their phone and realized the online narrative had shifted. Official media had stepped in, condemning the public for jumping to conclusions and explicitly naming Chen Qingtian.
Cold sweat dripped down the reporters’ backs.
Su Jianguo glanced affectionately at Chen Qingtian and Lin Ran before turning back to the press.
"Well? Cat got your tongues?"
The reporters stood mute.
"Grandmaster Su, we didn’t know about Chen Qingtian and Lin Ran’s background. We were just here for an interview—nothing more."
"I’m just an employee, Grandmaster Su. Our boss ordered this. Take it up with him."
Su Jianguo’s voice turned icy.
"For media outlets that have already twisted the facts, I, Su Jianguo, will pursue accountability. As for the rest—I expect no further such reports."
"After all… the Chen family’s reputation isn’t something just anyone can trample."
The reporters nodded frantically.
"Of course, of course! Rest assured, nothing from today will leave this room."
"If I breathe a word, I’m a dog. Chen Qingtian is a beacon of integrity in the entertainment industry."
"Mr. Lin is a role model for our generation."
The reporters’ talent for flattery was on full display.
Su Jianguo looked at Lin Ran.
"Ran, how should we handle this?"
Lin Ran initially wanted to hold each accountable but reconsidered, not wanting to corner them.
"Let it go this time."
The reporters exhaled in relief, silently baffled.
Why had Chen Qingtian and Lin Ran kept this identity a secret?
A mere hint would have had the entire industry groveling at their feet.
Unbelievable.
Lin Ran instructed Wu Zhishang to manage the reporters while escorting Su Jianguo into the office.
"Ran, how are things with Yao Yao lately?"
"Madly in love."
"Good, good. Don’t forget to visit this old woman sometime."
"Don’t worry, Grandmother. Thank you for coming to our defense today."
Su Jianguo studied Lin Ran fondly. In some ways, he reminded her of Chen Yanyan.
Her daughter had been blind in love, but at least her grandson had better judgment.
"It’s my duty. I’m a bit tired now, so I’ll head back."
Su Jianguo was genuinely weary, her health not what it once was.
"Let me see you out."
"No need. I have a driver—government-assigned."
Before leaving, Su Jianguo gave Chen Qingtian a pointed look.
"This time, you were in the wrong. Next time, I won’t bail you out. Understood?"
Chen Qingtian nodded. "Understood."
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!
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.”
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.
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
