"Ran, are you coming in with me?"
Lin Ran: "I’d rather not. I’m not part of your company, so it wouldn’t be appropriate."
"But you’re my husband. Isn’t it normal for a husband to see what his wife does every day? Besides, how is the company not yours? If you want, I can hand over Luo Corporation to you right now."
Since the meeting might run long, and given that someone had just clashed with Lin Ran upstairs in the conference room, Luo Yao didn’t want him out of her sight.
Lin Ran shook his head. "No, I don’t want it. I just want you to take care of me."
A corporation that massive? Lin Ran didn’t think he had any right to overstep.
"But this meeting might take a while. I don’t want you waiting outside the whole time."
Truthfully, Luo Yao was also worried some clueless female employee might try to strike up a conversation with Lin Ran again.
"It’s fine, I think—"
Before he could finish, Luo Yao pulled him into the conference room. Walking toward the head seat, she declared, "I don’t care what you think. What I say goes."
She planted Lin Ran in the chairman’s seat and had an extra chair brought for herself to sit beside him.
All the executives were stunned.
"Lin Ran will be observing today. Proceed with the meeting as usual."
No one objected to Lin Ran’s presence—everyone knew how much Luo Yao doted on him.
But this was the first time they’d seen the company’s chairperson sitting beside an observer.
Well, you’re the boss. Whatever you say.
The atmosphere in the room was tense. Department heads sat stiffly, awaiting Luo Yao’s directives.
Dressed in sharp professional attire, Luo Yao exuded authority. She lifted her chin slightly, scanning the room before her gaze finally settled on Lin Ran beside her.
Noticing how stiff he looked, like a student in class, she spoke up.
"Ran, relax. If you’re bored, just play on your phone."
Lin Ran scratched his head awkwardly, admitting he’d been a little tense.
"Alright, I’ll listen to you. I won’t disrupt the meeting, will I?"
The executives all shook their heads in unison—of course not.
This was Luo Yao’s beloved. Who would dare complain?
So Lin Ran lowered his head and started scrolling through his phone, careful not to make noise and interrupt the proceedings.
Liu Meng kicked off the meeting, and the executives summarized key issues in the most concise terms.
Luo Yao barely hesitated before issuing directives one after another. For decisions requiring input, she called for votes—but regardless of the outcome, she did exactly as she pleased. The meeting ran with terrifying efficiency.
Meanwhile, Lin Ran, after staring at his phone for a while, felt his neck stiffen. He glanced up and spotted a laptop in front of him. Without thinking, he opened it and started browsing the web.
He peeked at Luo Yao—the meeting was still in full swing—so he quietly surfed, reading news and looking things up.
As time passed, his searches grew more specific.
[How to keep my wife happy all the time?]
[100 ways to love your wife.]
After a while, he logged into a Q&A site under his account.
["Yao" Never Stops: "Hey guys, my wife talks a lot during meetings. What kind of soup can I make to soothe her throat?"]
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[Crayon Uncle: "Pear and rock sugar soup, my dude. Or just tell her boss to lighten her workload—problem solved."]
["Yao" Never Stops: "My sweet wife is the boss. She works so hard to support me—pear soup isn’t good enough for her!"]
[Crayon Uncle: "Bro, stop flexing on us, damn."]
What the hell? Why the sudden insult?
Before Lin Ran could reply, another comment popped up.
[I’m an Idiot, So What?: "‘Sweet wife’? A CEO? What brand of trash bag are you, packing this much nonsense? You’re a freaking moron."]
Lin Ran: ??? You wanna fight?
["Yao" Never Stops: "@Crayon Uncle: Can’t flex on your mom—your dad might object."]
He switched to the mobile version of the app, pulled up his chat history with his wife, and screenshotted the countless transfers she’d sent him (all labeled "Wife").
["Yao" Never Stops: "@I’m an Idiot, So What? [Image][Image] You really do live up to your name."]
Another reply appeared:
[Zu’an Madman Still Here: "Just use your little ‘officer’ to moisturize her throat."]
["Yao" Never Stops: "@Zu’an Madman Still Here, @I’m an Idiot, So What? You two should take a photo together. My treat—perfect for a pair of dumbasses."]
Just as Lin Ran was deep in the argument, a new challenger arrived.
[Fake Sweet Potato, Real Tapioca: "Watching you guys argue is hilarious. But let me say this—this guy’s clearly a rookie boyfriend. Give it time, and he won’t ask these questions anymore. Love turns into a pile of petty nonsense. Cheating husbands, unfaithful wives—it’s all a joke in the end."]
["Yao" Never Stops: "@Fake Sweet Potato, Real Tapioca: You’re a maggot in a toilet—everything looks like shit to you. I’m pure love, got it?"]
[Fake Sweet Potato, Real Tapioca: "@‘Yao’ Never Stops: Stop the cap. You’re like a rabid dog biting at everything. Swear on it—lightning-strike level."]
["Yao" Never Stops: "@Fake Sweet Potato, Real Tapioca: I do have a disease—‘Wife Addiction.’ Symptoms: obsessively loving my wife. No cure, don’t want one. As for lightning? Nah, I’ll hit you with something worse: I swear, if I so much as glance at another woman, my whole family gets hit by a truck."]
[Fake Sweet Potato, Real Tapioca: "Damn, bro. You win."]
Lin Ran smirked. Think you can out-insult me?
Just as he was basking in his victory, he noticed the meeting room had gone quiet. He assumed it was over—until he felt a hand brush his leg.
He looked up to find Luo Yao gazing at him with deep affection.
??? What’s happening?
Confused, Lin Ran blinked as Luo Yao’s lips curved into a smile.
She suddenly announced, "Meeting adjourned."
The executives exchanged glances, then lowered their heads.
Well, they’d just been force-fed the world’s biggest helping of dog food.
That said, Lin Ran’s roasting skills were impressive.
And that oath? Legendary.
Still clueless, Lin Ran glanced around until Liu Meng pointed behind him.
He turned—and froze.
On the projector screen:
[@"Fake Sweet Potato, Real Tapioca: I do have a disease—‘Wife Addiction’…!@#$%… I swear, if I so much as glance at another woman, my whole family gets hit by a truck."]
......Cue the sound of crickets.
Even someone as thick-skinned as Lin Ran flushed instantly, thinking, "This is way too awkward. Could it somehow tarnish Luo Yao's reputation?"
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."
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
d intelligence to keep the plot moving, and sometimes even the protagonists are forced into absurdly dumb decisions. Why does the A-list celebrity heroine in urban romance novels ditch the top-tier movie star and become a lovestruck fool for a pockmarked male lead? Why do the leads in historical tragedy novels keep dancing between love and death, only for the blind healer to end up suffering the most? And Gu Wei never expected that after finally landing a villain role to stir up trouble, she’d pick the wrong gender! No choice now—she’ll just have to crush the protagonists as a girl!
o a martial world and obtained a system that allowed him to draw one entry per year. Unfortunately, all he drew were useless white-tier entries. The probability for high-quality entries was extremely low, with the highest-tier mythic entry having a mere 0.001% chance! To increase the probability, he had to improve his martial realm, but he lacked the innate talent for cultivation. At the age of eighteen, Chen Yi fell into the hands of a gang and was forced into hard labor. Just as his life seemed destined for a bleak end, on his 18th entry draw, he actually pulled a mythic entry—Simulator! In the simulation, he could also draw one entry every year that passed, and upon ending the simulation, he would inherit all entries and his martial realm! In his first simulation, Chen Yi struggled desperately just to survive, knowing that living one more year meant one more entry draw! Finally, with hair turned white, he drew the entry he had longed for—Low-Grade Innate Talent! "Hahaha! Don't bully the old and poor! Time to cultivate and inherit my cultivation base!" ... From then on, Chen Yi continuously simulated and drew entries, his martial realm soaring higher and higher! Epic, legendary, and even mythic entries were gathered into his collection one after another! "What demon race or devil race? What dark turmoil? I don't know anything about that. They just charged at me screaming 'How can you possibly ascend to immortality?!' and got stuck to my fists, unable to be shaken off. Blind spots, speed bumps... go talk to my simulator. We're all struggling to survive out here. I'm trying so hard, so how are they still alive?"
