At that moment, a knock sounded at the door.
"Who is it?"
"Officers from the Hat Bureau. Open up."
Shi Nanci opened the door with trembling hands, only to be immediately restrained. He collapsed to the floor, his eyes vacant, like some bizarre fusion of Zhang Benzhihe and Lin Daiyu.
To understand why he’d done all this, you’d have to know that he’d originally planned to ask Liu Ruxue out. But when he inquired, he discovered she’d been detained for a crime.
After learning the details, Shi Nanci instantly concluded that Lin Ran was behind it.
So, he went to see Liu Ruxue, but she insisted it was her own decision, even declaring that she loved Lin Ran more than anything.
Shi Nanci snapped then and there, vowing to make Lin Ran pay.
He tracked down an old high school classmate, gathered a stack of photos, and began flooding the internet with posts exposing Lin Ran’s past as a hopeless simp.
He knew the current Lin Ran was untouchable, so he aimed to weaponize online outrage against him.
But he never expected Luo Corporation to retaliate so ruthlessly.
That day, every Hat Bureau and courthouse across the nation was swamped.
Luo Yao, single-handedly, served legal notices to over ten thousand netizens.
The official Luo Corporation account issued a statement: anyone who slandered Lin Ran would face consequences—without exception.
The internet lost its collective mind.
Turns out, Luo Yao’s public persona was just a facade.
This woman was unhinged—suing the entire country over insults to her husband?
What kind of madness drove her to this?
[I used to envy Lin Ran. Now I just pity him. With Luo Yao this domineering, it’s a miracle he’s survived this long.]
[Careful what you say, buddy. Unless you want a legal notice too.]
[Am I the only one moved by this? If I were Lin Ran, having a wife who defends me like this, I’d die happy.]
[Exactly. What’s wrong with you people? A partner like her is a once-in-a-lifetime blessing.]
[Sure, until you’re the one stuck with her.]
As the drama escalated, Luo Yao became infamous—an untouchable force on the internet.
Even when Luo Corporation was under siege by netizens before, Luo Yao hadn’t uttered a word for days. Now? A few hours of gossip about Lin Ran, and boom—everyone got nuked.
Absurd. Beyond absurd.
[I hereby crown Luo Yao ‘The Ultimate Husband-Obsessed Maniac.’]
[Even if Luo Corporation wins, we’ll just pay fines or serve short sentences. But the cost to them? Massive—just the manpower alone is staggering.]
[Oh please. Minimum-wage folks worrying about a trillion-dollar corporation? Hilarious.]
[Experts estimate Luo Corporation’s wealth could make every citizen a millionaire.]
[That’s a stretch.]
From that moment on, Luo Yao cemented her title as the undisputed "Ultimate Husband-Obsessed Maniac."
Others might have the means, but no one would ever pour this much money, manpower, and energy into battling random netizens.
Luo Yao’s reputation was sealed—a terrifying showcase of a top chaebol heiress’s power.
Meanwhile, back in the underground entertainment district’s parking lot, Lin Ran waited.
"Ugh, I just wanna cuddle with my wife. What’s taking Wang Bao so long?"
Little Tong: "Young Master Lin, Wang Bao just reported in. They lost the target."
Lin Ran nodded. He’d expected this. Their mark was Luo Wushuang, after all—no way he’d be easy to tail. This was just a shot in the dark.
"How’d they lose him?"
"Wang Bao said the people in the van just… changed mid-drive."
"Changed?"
"Yeah. Turned into some random driver. Probably a decoy—switched vehicles in a blind spot and led them on a wild goose chase."
Lin Ran eyed Little Tong. "You’ve got sharp analytical skills."
Little Tong scratched his head, embarrassed.
"Young Master Lin, where to now?"
It was already afternoon. They could return to the estate or head to Luo Corporation.
"Since we lost him, let’s go find my wife. Go, go, go!"
Lin Ran had the driver detour to Luo Corporation to pick up Luo Yao after work.
Unaware of the online war, he eagerly tried to recap his day the moment she got in the car.
Luo Yao "silenced" him with a kiss.
"Mmph?"
"Talk at home."
"Okay."
Back at the estate, Luo Yao finally spoke.
"Ah Ran, remember—in this world, no one but me is worthy of your trust."
Only then did Lin Ran realize why she’d stopped him in the car: to avoid eavesdroppers.
Her caution sent a pang through his heart.
Just how much betrayal had she endured to distrust even those closest to her?
And what right did he have to be the only one she trusted?
"I only believe in you." Luo Yao's faith in Lin Ran was also one-of-a-kind.
"Now, let's talk about what happened earlier today."
Lin Ran then recounted the incident involving Luo Wushuang in detail.
As Lin Ran spoke, Luo Yao couldn't help but wear an amused expression.
"Luo Wushuang may be part of the Luo family, but his assets aren’t substantial. He used everything he had to repay his debts—this time, you really screwed him over."
"Well, he shouldn’t have crossed you. If I didn’t teach him a lesson, he’d keep thinking I’m an easy target."
Luo Yao wrapped her arms around Lin Ran, her gaze lingering on his lips before she couldn’t resist biting them.
Tasting the metallic tang of blood, Lin Ran thought to himself—Luo Yao was still the same Luo Yao.
"Was there any information on that chip?"
Lin Ran pulled the chip from his pocket, twirling it between his fingers.
"I haven’t examined it yet. Feels no different from a regular chip."
Wait—it’s too light.
Luo Yao took the chip and, with a sharp twist, split it in half, revealing a hidden compartment.
Lin Ran stared at her in disbelief. How was his wife so sharp? She seemed to know everything.
If it were him, he’d have had to study it carefully to figure it out.
Peeling the chip open, Lin Ran leaned in and saw its contents—along with a few words:
[Chronic, water-soluble, ineffective short-term, fatal long-term, undetectable.]
Lin Ran sucked in a sharp breath.
Luo Yao smirked.
"Classic move from an amateur poisoner—same old tricks."
Lin Ran blinked. "Huh?"
"An amateur? Just how bad are we talking?"
Luo Yao pinched her fingers together, leaving barely any space between them. "About this much."
saw a female celebrity tied up and stuffed in the trunk! Little did he know, countless cameras were aimed at him at this moment - this was a new type of reality show. The first randomly selected passerby was caught in less than an hour. But when Xu Moru was selected, things started to take an unexpected turn. "Damn, this isn't how the script goes. This Xu Moru is too bold, he's not following the rules at all." "Crap, is this guy taking it seriously?" "The female celebrity has been scared to tears!"
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!
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
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.
