"Yao Yao, I..."
"No need to explain." Luo Yao gently took his hand and, under the astonished gazes of everyone, planted a kiss on it.
At that moment, all the executives wore expressions as if they'd just eaten something vile.
Simultaneously, they thought: Can you two at least act like normal human beings?
No wonder Young Master Lin managed to rise so successfully. With habits like "delivering meals when his wife works" and "brewing soup during her meetings," Luo Yao would love him for ten thousand years.
And then there was that vow of his—what man would dare swear something like that?
Lin Ran was truly a man who could bring nations to ruin.
Luo Yao didn’t even bother finishing the meeting, forcing everyone to choke on their dog food.
Is this even human behavior?
But Luo Yao didn’t care. She could belong to A'Ran anywhere, and she could claim him as hers in any place.
Today, her A'Ran was especially adorable.
The conference room fell into dead silence. No one dared speak, no one dared lift their heads.
But though their heads were lowered, their phones slowly crept out from under the tables—snapping photos.
A series of click-click sounds followed, leaving everyone awkward.
Lin Ran snapped back to reality, slipping back into his shameless mode as he grinned at the crowd.
"Sorry for the dog food, everyone. What can I say? When love strikes, no one can stop it."
Driving recklessly is one thing, but force-feeding us sweetness? Unforgivable.
Every executive internally screamed: This job is exhausting. Just end me already.
The meeting ended just like that. The moment the executives stepped out, they were hit with another blow.
A photo of Lin Ran, along with a brief introduction, was plastered in the most conspicuous spot—impossible to miss.
In the photo, Lin Ran looked handsome, radiant.
The introduction was straightforward:
[Lin Ran: The Boss's Husband.]
......Crickets.
They’d already been stuffed full inside, and now they were force-fed another mouthful.
Who the hell came up with this introduction? This is beyond ridiculous.
"I can’t take it anymore. I need to find a boyfriend ASAP."
"Hmm... I think I need to watch ten murder documentaries to recover from this."
"Young Master Lin usually comes at noon, but today he showed up first thing in the morning. I thought he was here to accompany Luo Yao, but no—he was here to stab me in the heart."
Time to cement my heart shut...
Just then, Liu Meng walked out. Everyone immediately clammed up, resuming their griping only after she left.
"I swear, I’m going to find a husband who loves me as much as Young Master Lin loves Luo Yao."
"But... aren’t you already married?"
"My husband doesn’t have ‘Wife Dependency Syndrome.’ Doesn’t qualify. Time for a divorce."
By the time Lin Ran and Luo Yao left the conference room, the executives had long vanished.
They sure ran fast.
Just as Lin Ran was about to ask Luo Yao what she wanted for lunch, he froze.
"Uh... what does ‘The Boss’s Husband’ mean?"
Luo Yao: "So everyone in the company can recognize you at a glance. No more acting blind."
"I mean, what’s the deal with this title?" Lin Ran pointed at the introduction.
"It’s the husband of the boss. Since there’s such a thing as a ‘boss’s wife,’ and you refused to let me hand Luo Corporation over to you, this is the only title left for you."
Lin Ran felt like he’d been struck by lightning, his toes curling in secondhand embarrassment.
"A'Ran, don’t you like it? Or do you not want people to know you’re mine? Was that Zhang Xinyan’s figure too captivating this morning?"
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Lin Ran swept Luo Yao into his arms and strutted out, passing through office after office until they reached the elevator.
This is how you properly announce you’re the boss’s husband."
"And for the record, not just one Zhang-what’s-her-name—even a thousand, ten thousand of her couldn’t compare to a single strand of your hair. So, can we drop the anger?"
Lin Ran was certain Luo Yao suffered from a chronic condition: "I know you love me, but I still feel insecure."
What he didn’t know was that Luo Yao was slowly changing.
In the past, Zhang Xinyan would’ve already vanished.
Now, nestled in Lin Ran’s arms, she was overflowing with happiness.
"A'Ran, I was just teasing you. I wasn’t actually angry."
Back on the 88th floor, the suffering shifted to the assistant team. By the end of the day, nearly everyone had been force-fed sweetness.
From assistants to regular employees. From top executives to business partners.
All of them endured the sour, stinging blows of affection—yet none dared complain.
Liu Meng, in particular, felt it the deepest.
Luckily, she’d built up some immunity, so she wasn’t completely KO’d by the lovey-dovey barrage.
When work ended, the entire office stampeded out.
Never before had they been so desperate to clock out.
If Lin Ran and Luo Yao weren’t the bosses, they’d have been beaten to a pulp long ago—ashes scattered, one in the ocean, the other atop Mount Everest.
Thankfully, tomorrow was the weekend. No more enduring the baptism of love.
Lin Ran lounged comfortably in the manor until Wu Zhishang’s message came through.
The short drama’s filming wrapped tomorrow, and a wrap party was planned. Was Lin Ran attending?
He wanted to—it was the company’s first project, after all—but he hesitated, thinking of Luo Yao.
"If you want to go, I’ll come with you," Luo Yao said, as if reading his mind.
Lin Ran blinked. Had he mentioned the call?
"But... given the situation, is it safe for us to make public appearances?"
Luo Yao burrowed into his arms, as if only physical contact could soothe her nerves.
"If we keep hiding, we’ll never draw out the enemy."
Lin Ran nodded. She was right.
"Alright. Tomorrow, we’ll go to the wrap party together."
Luo Yao looked up at him. "Husband, what does ‘Yao Can’t Stop’ mean?"
Lin Ran noticed the dangerous glint in her eyes. She’d misunderstood.
"It’s a pun. It means I need you by my side forever—love without end."
"And ‘Wife Dependency Syndrome’?" she pressed.
"That one’s literal. I can’t live without you. I’d die."
Lin Ran never hid his love for Luo Yao. She needed the reassurance—clear words prevented misunderstandings.
Those who hesitated in life, too afraid to speak their hearts—how many missed chances did they endure?
Be bold. Maybe they’ll be yours.
Be too bold? Maybe you’ll end up in jail.
If you’re not even willing to risk prison, can you really say you love them?
"Then by that logic, I have ‘Husband Dependency Syndrome’ too. I can’t live without you. You’ll always be mine." Luo Yao never hid her possessiveness either.
Lin Ran’s heart ached. Luo Yao meant every word.
In their past life, after his death, she hadn’t survived alone.
"A'Ran, I want..."
Once again, Luo Yao claimed Lin Ran as hers—completely, irrevocably.
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?"
world slacker. But a genius female disciple just had to get clingy, insisting that he take her as a disciple. Not only that, she was always making advances on him, thoroughly disrupting his peaceful slacker life...
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.
