"Why are you telling me all this?"
"Because I genuinely feel for you. Seeing you now is like looking at my past self. Do you know how happy I am? My senior just proposed to me yesterday."
Liu Ruxue's sorrow melted into excitement, her face lighting up with a smile.
She could almost picture it—Lin Ran divorcing Luo Yao and then proposing to her instead.
"How exactly did you manage it?"
The girl's lips curled into a smirk as she locked eyes with Liu Ruxue. "Because I proved my determination to the person I love."
Liu Ruxue grew even more puzzled.
"Proved your determination? How?"
"I turned my former best friend into an enemy, ensuring she’d never interfere with our relationship again."
Liu Ruxue’s expression turned blank.
"Never interfere…?"
"Right. But that was my method—it might not work for you. What you do is up to you. Just remember, you have to be ruthless. Otherwise, your enemy will retaliate like crazy once they recover."
Liu Ruxue: "Did your friend ever retaliate?"
The girl’s gaze hardened. "My friend? She never got the chance."
With that, the girl walked away, leaving Liu Ruxue standing there, stunned.
What did that mean?
How could she ensure her enemy never got the opportunity for revenge?
Liu Ruxue’s rationality began slipping away.
Yes… it was time to end this fake friendship with Huo Haini once and for all.
---
Luo Corporation.
As Lin Ran approached, he noticed everyone in the company staring at him strangely.
Did he have something on his face?
These people were acting weird.
What he didn’t know was that every employee at Luo Corporation was screaming internally: "Ah—!"
Why was this guy back? Here to flaunt his relationship again?
Inner monologue: [Groundhog screech], insert meme face here. (?0?)
When Lin Ran reached Luo Yao’s office, she wasn’t there.
Neither was Liu Meng.
Assuming they were in a meeting or handling business, he pushed open the office door.
"What do you think you’re doing?" A vaguely familiar voice called out. Lin Ran turned.
Well, well. The little troublemaker.
"You’re that… what’s-your-name? Schemer?"
"Zhang Xinyan."
"Oh, right. What do you want?"
"Who gave you permission to enter? Company rules state no one enters the CEO’s office without approval from President Luo or Assistant Liu."
Lin Ran: "I’d advise you to stop talking to me."
"What’s that supposed to mean?"
"Exactly what it sounds like. Once, a woman talked to me. Your President Luo slapped her unconscious."
Zhang Xinyan frowned.
"That’s impossible. You’re lying. Hitting people is illegal."
Lin Ran’s eyebrow twitched. "Excuse me? Are you saying my wife doesn’t have the right to slap you?"
Zhang Xinyan paused, realizing Lin Ran had a point—Luo Yao absolutely had that authority.
She wavered, unsure whether to let him in.
Letting him in broke the rules, but stopping him might get her punished.
Being an employee was tough.
Just then, another assistant pulled her aside.
"Are you insane? That’s Young Master Lin—President Luo’s most treasured man. The last person you want to mess with."
Zhang Xinyan rolled her eyes, muttering defiantly.
"What’s so great about a freeloader anyway?"
The senior assistant, Wang Jie, froze, giving her a strange look.
"Zhang Xinyan, grow a brain. Do you have a death wish, spouting nonsense like that?"
Zhang Xinyan stuck out her tongue but remained stubborn.
Even Lin Ran’s friend—what was his name? Wu Zhishang—was just as annoying.
Little did she know, Wu Zhishang would soon teach her a harsh lesson.
---
Lin Ran waited in the office briefly before Luo Yao returned.
Instead of looking pleased to see him, she asked suspiciously:
"While I was gone… you didn’t talk to any other women, did you?"
Lin Ran nearly choked. Did Luo Yao plant a bug on him? How did she always know?
"I did, but it wasn’t my fault. Zhang Xinyan stopped me from entering."
Luo Yao: "You talked to Zhang Xinyan?"
Again?
Lin Ran admitted freely.
"Not just Zhang Xinyan. I also ran into Liu Ruxue—but I didn’t say a single word to her."
Luo Yao’s smile turned chilling. "Did Liu Ruxue’s pitiful act stir up your protective instincts?"
Lin Ran immediately raised his hands. "Wife, I swear on our son Lin Tianba’s life—if I spoke to her, may he become a worthless turtle."
Luo Yao gave him a strange look but nodded. "Fine, I’ll believe you for now. But I heard Huo Haini confessed to you?"
Oddly, Lin Ran wasn’t nervous about this one.
What kind of idiot would fall for Huo Haini?
"She did. But I ignored her. The sight of her disgusts me. Wife, you’re not seriously jealous of her, are you? She’s not even fit to shine your shoes. Just have her eliminated."
Luo Yao fell silent for a moment.
"Huo Haini… won’t live much longer."
Lin Ran: ???
"Wait, you’re actually jealous?"
Instead of answering, Luo Yao called Liu Meng in.
"Liu Meng, how long have you worked for me?"
Liu Meng broke into a cold sweat.
"E-eight years."
"Hmm. That long, yet you can’t even manage your subordinates?"
Liu Meng was baffled.
"That Zhang Xinyan—she’s fired. Effective tomorrow. One more slip-up, and you’re out too."
Liu Meng instantly understood—Zhang Xinyan must’ve provoked Lin Ran again.
Without hesitation, she had Zhang Xinyan pack her things and leave.
When Zhang Xinyan got the news, she was stunned.
"Why?"
"No reason. You’re just not a good fit for Luo Corporation."
Obviously, it’s because you offended someone you shouldn’t have. Why even ask?
Liu Meng thought to herself: Be grateful you only annoyed Young Master Lin instead of falling for him. Otherwise, you wouldn’t leave here alive.
Zhang Xinyan felt like the sky had fallen. With no choice, she left Luo Corporation.
The autumn air was cold, but not as cold as her heart.
Tears streamed down her face as she walked through the biting wind.
She had beaten countless competitors to join Luo Corporation’s assistant team—only to be dismissed just like that.
Sure, the company would pay a penalty, but money meant nothing to her.
What mattered was being able to prove her worth.
Once Liu Meng reported Zhang Xinyan’s termination, Luo Yao’s expression softened, and Lin Ran finally relaxed.
Looks like he dodged a beating this time.
Close call.
Luo Yao continued, "A’Ran, about Liu Ruxue, Huo Haini, Zhang Xinyan, Zhang Xiaonuan…"
. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
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."
with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!
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.”
