Wu Zhishang crossed his arms, his expression leaving no room for doubt.
Zhang Xinyan gritted her teeth and said, "No one in this world could pull this off. Even if I wrote without thinking, there’s no way to finish a 50,000-word script in 24 hours. It’s an impossible task—you’re just messing with me."
Wu Zhishang replied, "That’s your problem, not mine. Believe it or not, I can find someone who can do it."
"Who?" Zhang Xinyan asked skeptically.
"@Tom Without Fur."
Tom Without Fur shot back, "Screw off, I can’t do it. Not even 10,000 words."
Wu Zhishang shrugged. "Fine. Point is, someone can. If you can’t even write one script in 24 hours, why did you apply to be an assistant?"
Hearing his unwavering insistence on this impossible task, Zhang Xinyan felt a mix of frustration and helplessness. But she clenched her jaw and said, "Fine. I’ll take it."
A glint of determination flashed in her eyes. She was resolved to accept the challenge—even if the odds were slim, she wouldn’t back down easily.
"Then get to it. You’ve got 23 hours and 58 minutes left," Wu Zhishang said, checking his watch dismissively.
Zhang Xinyan walked away, her heart heavy with resentment. Her retreating figure looked small and forlorn, like a bird struggling against the wind and rain.
Meanwhile, Wu Zhishang leaned back in his executive chair, basking in the intoxicating rush of power. The smug curve of his lips betrayed his self-satisfaction—he was downright pleased with himself for putting Zhang Xinyan in such a tight spot.
"Piece of cake. I really am a genius," he muttered, grinning ear to ear.
Just as he was reveling in his own brilliance, the sharp ring of his phone sliced through the silence like a blade through still water.
Wu Zhishang picked up the call.
A cold voice on the other end demanded, "Wu Zhishang, do you want to live or die?"
The words were like an icy dagger, stabbing straight into his chest.
Wu Zhishang stammered, "Bro Lin, I was just taking a break. Do you have to be so dramatic? Aren’t workers human too?"
A mocking laugh crackled through the receiver. "Workers are the elite of society. But if you don’t deliver that short drama to me ASAP, you won’t be human for much longer."
"Shit, I forgot! On it now!"
Wu Zhishang suddenly remembered—Zhang Xinyan had completely derailed his train of thought. Cursing his carelessness, he scrambled to send the file.
He tried to transmit it directly to Lin Ran, but the file was too large. Uploading it to a cloud drive risked leaks.
He considered sending an assistant to deliver it in person, then remembered Luo Yao hated other women getting close to Lin Ran.
Sending a male assistant? No good—Lin Ran had mentioned Luo Yao’s aversion to men.
For a moment, Wu Zhishang was truly stuck between a rock and a hard place. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead.
In the end, he had no choice but to deliver it himself.
Once Lin Ran had the full short drama, he and Luo Yao settled in bed to watch it.
They watched until they were tired, slept, woke up, made love, ate, and then watched some more.
It was as if this was their happiest time—no outside disturbances, just the two of them.
Just as Lin Ran was losing track of time, Luo Yao received a call from Liu Meng and let out a soft sigh.
"Ah Ran… I have to go to the company tomorrow for a meeting. You…"
"I’ll go with you. But you head over first—I’ll make lunch and join you at noon."
Lin Ran gently stroked Luo Yao’s hair, his eyes brimming with affection.
He had fully embraced his role as a devoted lover now. His future belonged to Luo Yao—no coercion, just pure willingness. He’d do anything for her.
"Okay," Luo Yao replied with a smile as radiant as spring blossoms.
The next day, Luo Yao arrived at the Luo Corporation. Though she bore injuries, she carried herself like a queen, and everyone in her presence lowered their heads.
Lin Ran stayed behind at the estate—he had one last thing to take care of.
Little Black.
Since returning, he hadn’t seen the cat or known how it was doing.
Given that it had been injured—and by Luo Yao’s hand, no less—he owed it some concern.
A twinge of guilt nagged at him. He felt responsible for checking on Little Black.
Sure enough, he spotted the dark silhouette in the sky garden.
Little Black lay there motionless, like a shadow given form.
"Meow—"
The cat’s cry carried a hint of reproach when it saw Lin Ran.
"Little Black, I’m sorry on Luo Yao’s behalf. Just remember the promise you made me, okay?"
Lin Ran spoke earnestly.
[Little Black: "So… you’re apologizing to me… for Luo Yao’s sake?"]
The cat’s eyes gleamed with dissatisfaction and doubt.
"Obviously?"
Wasn’t that how it should be?
Lin Ran's rhetorical question was matter-of-fact. In his heart, Luo Yao was irreplaceable.
"You’re just a cat. Even if you died, the law wouldn’t care. But if my wife died? I couldn’t handle that."
["How the hell can someone with a 37°C body temperature say something so ice-cold?"]
Lin Ran burst into laughter. "Relax, I’m joking. I’m not that heartless."
His tone was light, as if he were sharing an amusing anecdote.
["Do I look like I’m laughing?"]
Little Black shot him a disdainful glance, tail flicking impatiently—as if Lin Ran were nothing but a childish fool.
Lin Ran stifled his laughter and moved closer, sitting beside the cat with an appeasing air.
He reached out, running his fingers through Little Black’s sleek, ink-dark fur in slow, soothing strokes.
Guilt flickered in his eyes. Everything that had happened during their time away had left Little Black wronged, and he knew he owed the cat better.
"Alright, tell me—what’ll it take for you to let this go?"
Little Black gave him a strangely human smirk.
["First, do a backflip…"]
Lin Ran’s face froze in shock.
"That petty, huh?"
But offending Little Black wasn’t an option—not when the cat was Luo Yao’s safeguard. Gritting his teeth, he agreed. "Fine. Done."
What followed was a spectacle of flailing limbs and graceless tumbles. Lin Ran’s attempts at a backflip were so clumsy, the air itself seemed to cringe.
Finally, Little Black had seen enough.
["Stop, stop. If you can’t do it, just say so. If you get hurt, Luo Yao will skin me alive."]
"So… we good now?"
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
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!
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?!
