Emotions often strike unexpectedly—perhaps through a glance, a gesture, or a single phrase.
"Ran, you and I... might be the same kind of people."
The same kind? Maybe so.
What Lin Ran didn’t know was that Luo Yao’s understanding and control over him far exceeded his imagination.
Every word he spoke, every message he received, every call he made—if Luo Yao willed it, Lin Ran would be exposed before her eyes 24/7.
Luo Yao withdrew her piercing gaze, softening into a pool of tenderness that melted into Lin Ran’s presence.
As the saying goes, love straightens even the most crooked paths. In this moment, he was willing to "pour out everything he had."
The office was left with only a few numbers.
41—42, 41—42...
In the estate, aside from the security team, everyone else had to attend daily meetings, more regimented than corporate office workers.
Of course, effort and reward went hand in hand—their salaries were undeniably high.
Before Lin Ran returned, Uncle Fu began the day’s briefing.
"Today’s routine work has been passable. Keep it up. The staff of Villa No. 1, stay behind. The rest are dismissed."
Chefs, gardeners, caretakers, maintenance workers, and servants from other villas filed out obediently, each returning to their duties.
Only the servants of Villa No. 1 remained in place.
"Do you know why you’ve been asked to stay? Because you work in Villa No. 1—the residence of Young Master Lin and the young lady. Yet, despite earning the highest wages among the staff, your work has been careless."
Here, Uncle Fu paused, his eyes drifting toward Granny Wang.
"If you doubt me, follow me. I’ll show you just how sloppy your cleaning has been."
Uncle Fu took out a flashlight and led the group to a mirrored accent wall. When he shone the light across it, a thumb-sized smudge became glaringly obvious.
The servants stared at Uncle Fu in bewilderment.
A mirrored wall, inspected with a flashlight? Since when were the estate’s standards this unforgiving?
And here was the head steward, managing hundreds of people across the estate, personally micromanaging the cleaning?
Absurd.
"Who’s responsible for this area?"
All eyes turned to Granny Wang, as did Uncle Fu’s questioning gaze.
"Granny Wang, do you have any explanation for this?"
"Uncle Fu, my apologies. It was an oversight on my part. I’ll clean it up immediately."
Granny Wang didn’t complain or protest. She simply began scrubbing in silence.
"If this happens again, don’t blame me for being harsh."
"Understood."
Watching Granny Wang’s dejected figure, Uncle Fu felt a pang of guilt. This wasn’t the outcome he’d wanted.
He could only address the others sternly: "Let Granny Wang serve as your example. I don’t want to see this negligence repeated. Meeting adjourned."
With his frustration unvented, Uncle Fu took it out on the staff, especially those from Villa No. 1.
His reprimands echoed through the villa like a storm.
Later, when Lin Ran and Luo Yao returned, they sensed something off about the atmosphere.
Why were the servants so subdued today, tiptoeing around as if walking on eggshells?
Even the usually talkative Uncle Fu was unusually quiet.
But Lin Ran didn’t pry. Everyone had their off days.
"Yao Yao, have you noticed Uncle Fu acting strange lately?"
Luo Yao glanced at Uncle Fu before replying to Lin Ran, "I only care about you."
Well, that overwhelming rush of happiness certainly left Lin Ran feeling warm inside.
Meanwhile, deep in the underground entertainment district, the Liu family was suffering.
As Liu Yuemei’s maternal relatives, Liu Ritian and his parents weren’t spared Lin Ran’s retribution.
Though Liu Yuemei and her family were now at odds, Lin Ran could easily guess how the Lius had once whispered poison in her ear, scheming behind the scenes.
Half of the psychological manipulation Liu Yuemei had inflicted on him likely originated from the Lius’ teachings.
The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree—a universal truth.
Brother Dao didn’t disappoint. His first move was to reclaim the 50 million the Lius owed.
Liu’s mother spat venomously, "That ungrateful wretch Liu Yuemei actually sent debt collectors after us! We’re her family!"
Liu’s father chimed in, "Exactly! Why should we repay? Where’s the proof we owe her anything?"
Liu Ritian focused on practicality: "We’re not handing over a cent."
They stubbornly denied it—until Brother Dao "persuaded" them.
"We’ll pay! We’ll pay!"
After coughing up the money, the three slumped in defeat, ready to leave. But Brother Dao’s men blocked them.
Letting them go after collecting the debt would’ve defeated the purpose of bringing them here.
"Since you’re already here, I’m not one to skimp on hospitality. Let me give you a little gift."
With that, Brother Dao handed Liu Ritian several hundred thousand in chips.
"Complimentary. Valid across all three floors."
Once Brother Dao left, three burly men appeared.
"What... what do you want?"
"Brother Dao asked us to show you around. After you."
And so, Liu Ritian stayed on the second floor after witnessing a beggar turn into a millionaire overnight.
Liu’s mother remained on the third floor, betting heavily on a fierce, undefeated fighter amid the crowd’s roaring admiration.
Liu’s father, upon seeing the first floor’s intoxicating sea of beauties, was "stirred" into staying.
The outcome was predictable.
After losing her life’s savings, Liu’s mother felt no regret. Instead, egged on by the crowd’s awe, she plunged deeper—even gambling away the millions Liu Yuemei had returned.
Liu’s father, meanwhile, realized too late that he couldn’t cover his "entertainment" tab. Terrified of his wife finding out, he scurried to the second floor to borrow chips from his son.
But Liu Ritian had already blown through Brother Dao’s "gift," lost their home’s sale proceeds, and taken out a 500,000 loan, still dreaming of a comeback.
When Liu’s father found him, he pleaded, "Son, I owe a few thousand upstairs. Cover it for me?"
But Liu Ritian didn’t respond, staring blankly at his last remaining chips.
Right on cue, Brother Dao reappeared.
"Mr. Liu, the staff mentioned you wanted another loan? Can’t do it. You’ve maxed out your 500,000 credit."
Liu Ritian jolted awake. Half a million in debt?
His eyes reddened, and he dropped to his knees with a thud.
"Brother Dao—no, no, Dad Dao, Grandpa Dao—give me one more chance! I’ll win it back this time!" Liu Ritian begged, kowtowing.
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.
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.
