In an instant, the live stream viewership surged past ten thousand and continued to rise at an astonishing rate.
[Holy crap, am I seeing this right? Lin Ran is live!]
[Hurry up and open the donation channel—I want to send you gifts!]
[That’s right, donations! I need to hear Young Master Lin shout "Cheers, bros 666!"]
Lin Ran: "Alright, I’ll open the donation channel now. Bros, feel free to donate—no amount is too big or too small."
Everyone was stunned. No one expected Lin Ran to break the usual script.
Are you even the so-called young master of a wealthy family?
Lin Ran: "See? When I actually let you donate, you suddenly don’t want to."
Just then, a special superchat popped up.
Immediately afterward, a frenzy of gifts flooded the screen, and Lin Ran instantly turned into a money-grubbing fiend.
Lin Ran: "Thank you to Xiao Tong Xiansen, Dreaming of a Little Hurt, Fifty Zha Tian Bang, Twin Stars, Fan Meng Jing Nian, Candy??Chestnut??, +v for the secret recipe of delicious crabby patties, Sent to the Depths of the Clouds, User38310085, Tide, Starfall, and others for the donations."
[Streamer, do you really have the nerve to take our gifts?]
[You’re already this rich—why do you even care about our measly donations?]
Lin Ran: "Your willingness to donate shows your recognition of me. And when you think about it, those who donate are practically gods of wealth—you’re all bound to strike it rich, so of course you’re not short on cash, right?"
[I thought the streamer was gonna say, 'Thanks to this broke-ass for the peanuts.']
[Look behind the streamer—this isn’t just luxury, it’s outright extravagance.]
[Streamer, show us more of the place! We’ll never live like this, but at least let us feast our eyes.]
Lin Ran: "Since we’re all friends here, I’ll indulge you. First, let me show you Villa No. 1, where I live."
As Lin Ran turned his phone camera, the live chat erupted in gasps.
[This is insane. I work in interior design—the genuine fur rug under the streamer’s feet costs more than half my life’s savings.]
[Villa No. 1? Does that mean there’s a No. 2?]
Lin Ran walked while explaining: "Of course. Villa No. 2 is my walk-in closet, prepared by my wife. Want to see it?"
[Yes!]
[Show us, show us!]
Lin Ran: "Not gonna happen."
The chat exploded with [WTF!]
Lin Ran stepped out of Villa No. 1 and headed to the parking lot.
"See these? All gifts from my wife. Now, let’s pick a car at random and head to the estate’s crocodile pond to check out the gators."
[Holy crap—Porsche, Koenigsegg, McLaren… and the Lambo’s the cheapest here?]
[Crocodile pond? Keeping crocs at home? What kind of dystopian joke is this?]
Lin Ran climbed into a Lamborghini Aventador, the roar of the engine piercing the air.
Soon, he arrived at the so-called crocodile pond.
It wasn’t far from the private zoo, but Lin Ran had no plans to show that.
At the pond, Lin Ran nodded at the crocodile keeper, then pointed the camera at him and gestured toward the water.
"Bros, one rocket donation gets the keeper to bonk a croc on the head. Three rockets, and I’ll do it myself."
[Damn, this guy embodies the capitalist spirit to the max.]
[Tom Has No Fur—sent 3 rockets.]
[Tom Has No Fur: Streamer, bonk the biggest one for me.]
Without hesitation, Lin Ran grabbed a shovel and marched over. The crocodile, basking motionless in the sun, was suddenly whacked on the head, looking utterly bewildered before twisting its tail and fleeing into the water.
[Holy shit, he actually did it! This streamer’s legit.]
[Poor croc—hope it doesn’t death-roll the streamer.]
[Why hurt the crocodile? They’re so cute!]
[This streamer’s just flexing and cashing in on cheap thrills.]
Lin Ran: "Oho, starting to resent the rich now? If you’ve got the guts, come try it yourself."
For the next ten minutes, the keeper became an overworked laborer, sweating profusely as he bonked crocodiles until they all fled into the water.
Seeing the empty shore, Lin Ran flashed a sinister grin.
"Know why I keep crocodiles? Because they love meat—any kind of meat."
[What’s the streamer implying?]
[Probably exactly what it sounds like.]
Lin Ran then strolled around the estate, streaming whatever he passed by, until the viewers finally snapped.
[Streamer, is flexing like this really okay?]
Lin Ran: "You knew I was rich, yet you begged me to stream. Isn’t that just asking for pain?"
[???]
"You wanted to see this, didn’t you? Now that I’m showing you, you’re complaining? And this is just the tip of the iceberg. Let me flex something even bigger."
Lin Ran arrived at the sky garden.
"This is where I usually watch the stars with Luo Yao. How’s that?"
[Is this… a sky garden?]
[No, this is a floating castle. Holy crap, this is next-level rich.]
[Gold diggers don’t deserve houses.]
[Stargazing bastard.]
Once the mood was right, Lin Ran finally spoke up.
"Alright, you’ve seen enough. Time to end the stream. Just to clarify—I’m not an entertainment streamer, and I won’t be going live again. Today was just to satisfy your curiosity."
[No way! My dream’s only half-fulfilled!]
Lin Ran: "Time to wake up. When you do, you’ll realize dreams are just that—unattainable."
[Damn it, I’ll fight you, streamer!]
[Let me see the supercars one more time! I’ve never driven one—just let me look!]
Lin Ran: "Go to sleep. In your dreams, you can drive anything."
Lin Ran showed zero sympathy for the viewers’ pleas.
Just as the chat drowned in despair, he tossed them a sliver of hope.
"Today, you saw a glimpse of the estate. If you want the full tour, follow Nuan Yao Media and check out our first short drama—this is the filming location."
"Including the full panorama you’re all dying to see. Remember to like! Our new drama’s title is already confirmed: 'After 99,999 Failed Confessions, I Finally Fell Into Another Woman’s Arms.'"
After this shameless plug, Lin Ran prepared to end the stream, sparking a chorus of wails.
[What kind of dumb title is that? I’ll be a dog if I watch it.]
[Streamer, if you end now, you’ll lose your mum.]
[Streamer, if you dare log off, I’ll eat sht.]
"Sorry, I’ve got no parents, no attachments—just a wife who loves me more than life and a fortune you’ll never earn."
"As for the trolls begging for attention—eat up. You can recycle that crap infinitely. Later, losers."
With that, Lin Ran ended the stream.
Why act like this? Because he was burning bridges on purpose.
Lin Ran never needed this many people to like him.
He only needed Luo Yao’s love.
As Lin Ran logged off, Luo Yao was busy going all-out against Liu Ruxue.

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.

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shall grant"] ["Inscribing the glory of our race upon tombstones"] ["All that is threatened, I shall protect"] How his younger sister sees her brother: A brother who only makes eye contact once a day, mostly fading into the background as he tinkers with who-knows-what in his room all day. Their life paths should have remained largely separate. Until one day. Su Qi created an equipment card for his never-met "online girlfriend." His sister fell into silent contemplation upon receiving the "white stockings." [Card can be upgraded] [Upgrade by fulfilling any of the following conditions] [Condition ①: Consume one hundred higher-tier cards] [Condition ②: Complete one 'Heart-Pounding Adventure'] What constitutes a Heart-Pounding Adventure? [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Beginner Level): Equip the card and invite 'Su Qi' to admire it.] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Easy Level): Equip the card, invite 'Su Qi' to touch it, and analyze the equipment's texture.] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Entry Level): Equip the card and invite 'Su Qi' to...] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Challenge Level): Freely combine the words 'Brother' 'Out' 'Brother' 'Me' 'Please' into a complete sentence...] "Please help me analyze both teams' mistakes in this match, brother..." His sister exhaled in relief—surely... surely there couldn't be anything more difficult? [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Suicide Mission Level): Sneak a peek at the names of the galgames in 'Su Qi's' hidden E-drive folder]

esick Sect? Well, at least it's considered a respectable orthodox sect. Wait a minute— What kind of vibe are you all giving off? Shouldn’t this be a love-struck, romance-obsessed sect? Why does everyone here sound more like demonic cultivators? "Master, today he’s getting married. This disciple wishes to descend the mountain and crash the wedding, then toy with him to death right in front of his wife..." "Elder, I only got into your sect through connections, so why won’t you teach me anything?" "Because I also became an elder through connections." Thankfully, Su Ji was just an outer sect labor disciple. Surely, nothing too crazy would— "Junior Brother, you’ve broken through to Qi Refining. Once you sever your useless spiritual root, you can officially become an outer sect disciple." "The Great Dao is merciless. Don’t let a worthless spiritual root waste your essence and spirit, hindering your cultivation." Is this really the Lovesick Sect? ... Three years later, Su Ji sat in the seat of the Lovesick Sect’s sect master, sighing with emotion. His rise to this position all started when his junior sister adamantly insisted on preserving his "spiritual root." "Mmm... Senior Brother, what’s our relationship now?" "Stop talking. Keep going." "By the way, that newly promoted top-tier sect—didn’t they come to buy our Love Beans?" "One top-grade spirit stone per Love Bean—is that really so expensive?" "I suspect they’ve eaten too many Love Beans." "Now they’re lovesick." Well, this really is the Lovesick Sect after all.