It's still more comfortable to stick close to my wife.
School is about to start, and he wants to spend all his time with Luo Yao.
Love isn't just about physical intimacy; it also needs a lot of seasoning, like companionship.
Of course, physical intimacy can't be neglected either.
Before returning to the manor, Lin Ran specifically picked out a gift.
For some reason, he always felt like someone was watching him.
This Luo Yao, she really doesn't trust him at all.
Shaking his head, he returned to the manor alone.
Every time Lin Ran came back, the old butler would heave a sigh of relief.
Ever since Lin Ran stopped letting him follow, he had been even more cautious.
After all, if this young master went missing, the young lady could turn the entire city of Kyoto upside down.
Of course, the young lady wasn't foolish either. She had never relaxed her protection—or rather, her surveillance—of Lin Ran.
When Luo Yao returned to the manor, Lin Ran naturally greeted her with a hug, a kiss, and then presented the prepared gift.
Luo Yao opened the gift box curiously, finding a beautifully crafted thermos inside.
"What's this?"
Lin Ran had known Luo Yao for quite some time, and he was well aware that she suffered from menstrual pain.
He had known about it in his past life but had never paid it any attention. In this life, he didn't want to miss any opportunity to be good to Luo Yao.
"Didn't your period just start? I was worried you'd be in pain, so I thought of giving you this thermos."
"I also prepared a warm stomach pack for you, with brown sugar and red dates. Make sure to take it with you when you leave tomorrow."
"That way, when you drink water from the thermos I gave you during work, you'll think of me, right?"
"Plus, the thermos has a great meaning—it symbolizes a lifetime, our lifetime together."
A hint of emotion flickered in Luo Yao's eyes, though she tried hard to conceal it.
In the past, it had always been her who gave, while Lin Ran had never given her anything.
Recently, he had given her a bracelet and now this thermos. It would be a lie to say she wasn't happy, though she didn't show it openly.
Luo Yao had been holding back, not wanting to be swayed by Lin Ran's current behavior.
After all, all this might just be an act.
"Thank you! How did you know I get menstrual pain?"
The old butler, standing nearby, was moved to tears.
Young Master Lin was treating the young lady better and better, even taking the initiative to care about her health. This was what a real family looked like.
"Wife! Saying 'thank you' is too formal, isn't it?"
"We're legally married, so it's only natural, reasonable, and logical for me to do something for my wife."
"As for how I knew about your menstrual pain, it's because I'm observant! Did you really think your husband knew nothing?"
"And one more thing..." Lin Ran leaned closer to Luo Yao's ear.
"The sooner your period ends, the sooner we can get back to making love, right?"
A glimmer of light appeared in Luo Yao's eyes.
Could it be that Lin Ran was with her just because he wanted her body?
If that was the case...
"Well, it's not like we can't do it now."
Lin Ran was stunned. "Wife, are you asking me to fight through blood? No way."
"That's not good for your health, and I absolutely cannot agree to such a request."
"Even if I die, even if I jump off this building, I won't do it."
The butler, who had been standing nearby and listening with a flushed face, felt extremely awkward and quietly began to step out of their sight.
But when he heard Lin Ran say, "Even if I die, even if I jump off this building," he couldn't help but pause.
Why did that sound so familiar?
In the afternoon, Lin Ran had some free time and stayed at the villa, so he prepared ingredients in advance to cook dinner for Luo Yao.
This time, he made Western cuisine, which he was quite skilled at, and the taste was no worse than that of a restaurant.
The skills he had honed in the Lin family had unexpectedly ended up being used for his wife.
"We have a chef at home. You don't need to go through all this trouble."
Luo Yao genuinely didn't want Lin Ran to overwork himself, even though she found the food delicious.
Lin Ran replied, "Cooking for my wife isn't trouble; it's a pleasure!"
Lin Ran wasn't lying.
He actually didn't enjoy cooking. Back in the Lin family, he had pretended to like it just to please his relatives.
But cooking for Luo Yao—just the thought of her coming home to a meal he had prepared—filled him with an inexplicable sense of happiness.
It turned out that whether someone enjoyed doing something really depended on who they were doing it for.
"Just seeing you eat the food I made makes me so happy."
Luo Yao inwardly sighed. Was she really going to let Lin Ran deceive her to the point of no return?
Hmph! It's not like she actually liked the food this man made.
"Feed me."
Lin Ran cut a small piece of steak and brought it to Luo Yao's mouth with a fork.
"Feed me with your mouth."
Lin Ran was taken aback. "Huh?"
After a moment of realization, even a grown man like Lin Ran blushed.
Luo Yao felt satisfied seeing Lin Ran's shy expression, her heart secretly screaming with happiness.
Lin Ran, suppressing his embarrassment, slowly fed the steak to Luo Yao.
The imported steak tasted excellent, and Luo Yao decided to reward Lin Ran for it.
Bite by bite, the worries disappeared, leaving only happiness.
After dinner, Luo Yao got up and went to the study to finish some important work she hadn't completed during the day.
Lin Ran didn't follow her and instead returned to the bedroom alone.
He still remembered the awkward scene from the last time Luo Yao was in a video meeting and he accidentally appeared on camera.
So he swore to himself that unless absolutely necessary, he would never disturb Luo Yao while she was working in the study.
He showered alone, got into bed alone, and scrolled through his phone, looking at small streamers who were popular in his past life but hadn't gained fame yet in this one.
By the time his eyes were too heavy to keep open, Luo Yao still hadn't returned to the room, so he reluctantly turned off his phone and fell into a deep sleep alone.
After what felt like an eternity, Lin Ran slowly opened his eyes.
Holy crap!
He almost screamed out loud.
...
After a long pause, Lin Ran's pupils trembled with shock.
"You actually..."
"Do you not like it, A-Ran?"
Lin Ran quickly shook his head, then nodded.
"Do you like it or not?"
Lin Ran took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.
"Wife, I... I think it's great, but... forget it! I don't want to say."
It was too awkward, too hard to put into words.
Lin Ran himself didn't understand why, even though she was his wife, he still felt his face burning when facing her like this.
"Is A-Ran shy? You still haven't answered me."
Lin Ran was on the verge of breaking down. Did she really have to have an answer?
"I like it, I like it so much."
Luo Yao was indeed Luo Yao. Her boldness and craziness never failed to shock people.
Satisfied with the answer, Luo Yao's lips curved into a smile.
"Consider this your reward. Now, sleep!"
But how could Lin Ran possibly sleep now? All he felt was shock... and delight.
Lin Ran realized that Luo Yao might just be a bit of a treasure.
You never knew when she would surprise you.
So this is what my wife is really like.
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.”
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.
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
