"Granny Wang, are you settling in well here?"
This was the first time Lin Ran had asked about Granny Wang's work at the estate.
He looked at her with a hint of warmth in his eyes.
Granny Wang gave a kind smile and nodded. "Quite well. I'll do my best to satisfy the butler."
Her voice was gentle, but her words made both Lin Ran and Uncle Fu pause.
Shouldn't she have said "satisfy the master of the house"?
A flicker of doubt rose in Lin Ran's heart—he sensed there was more to her words.
He shot Uncle Fu a strange glance, while the older man awkwardly scratched his head, inwardly cursing, "Damn old schemer."
He knew Granny Wang's remark was deliberately aimed at him, hinting at some hidden conflict between them.
Lin Ran didn’t press further. Working at the estate meant abiding by Uncle Fu’s approval—that was the rule.
He was aware there was history between Uncle Fu and Granny Wang, but since neither spoke of it, he wouldn’t pry. He wasn’t the type to force gossip.
Respecting everyone’s privacy, he preferred not to meddle in the estate’s delicate dynamics.
"Alright, if you need anything, just talk to Uncle Fu. Don’t let his stern face fool you—he’s actually a decent man," Lin Ran said with a smile, hoping to maintain harmony in the household.
Uncle Fu’s expression softened with emotion. So, in Young Master Lin’s eyes, he was a good person.
Warmth surged in his chest, and his gaze toward Lin Ran grew even more affectionate.
Granny Wang replied flatly, "I know. Uncle Fu is a good man." Her tone was neutral, but a faint, unreadable glint flashed in her eyes.
Uncle Fu: "......" He was at a loss for words, unsure how to respond.
"Enough talk—it’s almost time to prepare dinner," Lin Ran said, heading toward the kitchen. He believed good food could soothe tensions, and he wanted to cook Luo Yao a delicious meal.
Uncle Fu nearly stopped him—after all, the estate’s chefs were practically gathering dust. But remembering how Lin Ran’s cooking always satisfied Luo Yao, he held his tongue.
A while later, Luo Yao returned. Her figure appeared at the estate gates like a picturesque scene.
Seeing Lin Ran busy in the kitchen, an inexplicable happiness welled up inside her—a sense of home.
"Ran," she called softly.
"Yao, you’re back. Just wait a bit—dinner’s almost ready," Lin Ran turned with a warm smile.
This simple, blissful routine was everything Luo Yao dreamed of. She worked to support them, while Lin Ran fed her with his cooking. To her, it was an achievable fantasy.
Wrapping her arms around him from behind, she rested against his warmth.
"Ran, how did you feel seeing Liu Ruxue today?" she asked quietly, curiosity flickering in her eyes.
Lin Ran frowned. "Like I’d stepped on shit. I’m somewhat satisfied with her fate, but not entirely."
Disgust flashed in his gaze—the mere thought of Liu Ruxue sickened him. Yet her prison sentence didn’t feel like enough justice.
Luo Yao hesitated before speaking again. "Actually... I arranged for someone to deal with her in prison. You won’t blame me, will you?"
She watched him nervously, not wanting this to taint his opinion of her.
Lin Ran’s eyes widened in delight.
"Blame you? You’re the worm in my gut—doing what I wanted but couldn’t."
His excitement was palpable, wholly approving of her actions.
Pleased, Luo Yao rewarded him with a passionate kiss—so fervent it seemed to freeze time.
Since his rebirth, Lin Ran had noticed Luo Yao had changed. The difference lay in her personality.
The old Luo Yao was ruthless, cold, unhinged—every descriptor for a heartless person fit her.
She’d been a rose with thorns: beautiful yet untouchable. Now, she carried hints of playfulness, gentleness, and care.
"Do you like this side of me, Ran?"
"Of course. Yao, I wish you could stay exactly like this forever."
His gaze brimmed with love.
"And if I change again?"
Lin Ran met her eyes solemnly. "No matter what, I’ll never leave you."
His voice was steady, his vow unshakable.
What truly melts hearts are other hearts. Money and power can do it too, but not as enduringly.
In this world of materialism and desire, genuine affection is the rarest treasure.
That night, Lin Ran never heard the cat’s meow.
Tossing in bed, he couldn’t stop worrying about Little Black.
Sometimes he really wanted to call the police—if only the officers would help him find a missing cat.
The next morning, still half-asleep, his phone rang.
Bleary-eyed, he checked the caller and frowned. "Young Master Lin, it’s bad! Lin Tianba is causing trouble at Suran Group—he’s live-streaming, claiming our real estate projects are shoddy!"
The voice on the line was frantic, as if the sky were falling.
Lin Ran scowled. He’d prepared for everything—
only for this to happen when he was about to see Little Black.
Irritation flared. "Well, is it true?"
"Rest assured, Young Master Lin. Our 'Linyuan Scenic' project was always meant to be Suran Group’s flagship—every material used is top-grade!"
The explanation came in a rush. Lin Ran relaxed slightly.
"Seems it’s time to teach Lin Tianba a lesson."
A cold glint flashed in his eyes—Lin Tianba had crossed a line.
"Fine. I’m on my way. Wait for me." He hung up.
Uncle Fu: "Young Master Lin, heading out?"
One look at Lin Ran’s face told him something was wrong.
"Yes. Gather all the estate’s bodyguards—they’re coming with me."
Lin Ran knew he lacked combat skills, so he relied on others. Leverage was key in moments like this.
Not that a scumbag like Lin Tianba posed any real threat.
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
