"Suran Group is just a small legacy my mother left behind—meaningless to me, really. If I wanted it to collapse, it wouldn’t last till tomorrow."
"Because my wife is Luo Yao."
The sheer audacity of that statement.
Arrogant? Absolutely. But he had every right to be.
Everyone: "..."
Since when could someone be this shameless about riding on their spouse’s coattails?
And then it hit them—this young student had once orchestrated his own father’s downfall, leaving him with nothing.
The memory of that scene was still fresh in their minds.
Lin Ran’s icy gaze swept across the room. "No price hikes. Who agrees? Who objects?"
Gulps were heard all around as hands shot up in unison.
"I support keeping prices stable."
"Exactly, ordinary people already struggle to afford homes. Raising prices would push them over the edge."
"Young Master Lin’s foresight is truly remarkable."
Amid the flattery, the matter was settled.
Lin Ran then called Wu's Father forward and announced to the rest,
"Next order of business: This gentleman is the general manager of Nuanyao Real Estate. Any future projects can be coordinated through them."
His second statement was a killing blow.
Many shareholders could no longer stay seated.
Blocking price hikes was a shared loss they could tolerate, but collaborating with Nuanyao Real Estate cut into their personal profits—those lucrative backdoor deals on projects, procurement, and contracts.
Lin Ran ignored their discomfort.
"I know what you’re thinking. Forget about leeching off the group from now on."
A young shareholder hesitantly raised his hand. "Young Master Lin, isn’t this a bit... extreme?"
Lin Ran narrowed his eyes. Finally, a sacrificial lamb.
"You’re expelled from the board."
"What?"
Lin Ran stood. "I said you’re out. Do I need to repeat it?"
His voice was calm, but the other shareholders bowed their heads, terrified of being next.
"If there’s nothing else, I’m leaving. And take down that damn portrait on the wall—I’m not dead yet. No need for memorials, damn it!"
With a flick of his sleeve, Lin Ran stormed out of Suran Group.
His arrogance, dominance, and ruthlessness left the room in stunned silence.
One shareholder whispered, "Since when did Young Master Lin become like this?"
Another sighed, "He’s like a monk holding an umbrella—utterly lawless."
Qu Te Niang shot him a look. "Obviously. Even Lin Tianba only lasted two rounds against him before ending up penniless. We’re no match for Young Master Lin’s methods."
The shareholders fell quiet.
Suran Group’s waters ran too deep to navigate safely.
Downstairs, Lin Ran exhaled heavily.
"Damn, acting all high and mighty is exhausting. Old Wu, you’ll handle things from here."
Wu's Father shook his head. "No trouble at all. I’m just here to follow your lead."
"Lin Ran, look over there."
Lin Ran turned—what a sight.
Shen Jingbing was sprawled on the ground, twitching dramatically, holding up five fingers to the police.
"Fifty grand. He beat me up—everyone here saw it. No money? I’ll keep convulsing."
Zhuang Bifan protested, "I didn’t! I never touched him!"
Shen Jingbing glanced at the crowd, who all nodded in unison.
"Yes, you did."
And just like that, Zhuang Bifan was hauled away for questioning.
"Gotta admit, Shen Jingbing’s got skills."
"Who could argue?"
"Oh, right."
Lin Ran suddenly remembered something and pulled out his phone, logging into various platforms.
His official verification was complete, so he went ahead and verified his accounts on Douyin, Weibo, and others.
He selected a few flattering photos, added a caption, and posted:
[Photo][Photo][Photo]: Another day being pampered by my CEO wife.
The internet instantly erupted in collective despair.
[Can you STOP flexing already?]
[Look at you, getting all worked up.]
[Is it just me, or does Lin Ran have zero shame?]
[The domineering CEO Luo Yao + the shamelessly doting Lin Ran—what a power couple.]
[Wait, this is Lin Ran’s REAL account? Holy hell, he’s actually this good-looking?]
[Who called Lin Ran shameless? He’s a gem! Lin Ran, if you don’t go live soon, I’m gonna curse you out.]
[Try it. Enjoy your lawsuit.]
[Start streaming! I’ll donate—I’ll be your sugar mama!]
...
Meanwhile, Luo Yao personally visited Luo Corporation’s PR department.
Beyond legal affairs, there was a small but formidable team dedicated to controlling online narratives, monitoring trends, and suppressing unfavorable coverage.
Her visit stemmed from yesterday’s online backlash.
After her decisive victory, no one dared accuse Lin Ran of abandonment anymore, but the debate over whether Liu Ruxue was framed still simmered.
Thanks to Luo Corporation’s aggressive PR, open discussion was stifled, though whispers persisted.
"CEO Luo, the situation is under control. Young Master Lin just posted updates across platforms."
Luo Yao’s eyes sparkled with curiosity. "What did he say?"
The staff member replied, "On Douyin, he shared a daily life post captioned ‘Loving Luo Yao.’ On Weibo, he posted three photos with the text ‘Another day under my wife’s protection...’"
Luo Yao’s smile widened, her heart fluttering like a hooked fish.
"Liu Ruxue’s mentions have nearly vanished. The focus is entirely on you and Lin Ran now. Though some netizens are demanding he start livestreaming."
Luo Yao couldn’t care less. All she wanted was to rush to Lin Ran and cling to him.
The longing was unbearable—as if she’d die without seeing him immediately.
So, once again, she left Luo Corporation during work hours.
In the car, Liu Meng turned to her. "CEO Luo, we’ve confirmed that ‘Strong Warmth’ is Zhang Xiaonuan. How should we handle her?"
Luo Yao’s closed eyes snapped open.
"Interesting."
She rarely targeted ordinary people, but when it came to Lin Ran, rationality often took a backseat.
Zhang Xiaonuan stood out among the women around Lin Ran.
Unlike Liu Ruxue’s materialism, Huo Haini’s hypocrisy, Chen Qingtian’s emotional games, or Zhang Xinyan’s naivety, she was resilient, kind-hearted, and principled.
Perhaps even more so than Luo Yao herself.
That kind of woman was dangerously appealing to men.
"Give her a warning. If she dares approach Lin Ran again... eliminate her."
Liu Meng shuddered, feeling the murderous intent.
Moral of the story: Never cross Luo Yao. And never, ever fall for Lin Ran.

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, 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?"

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!"

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."