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?"
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
+【Epic Battles!】 "Your Highness, they say Linxi Temple is miraculous. Won’t you make a wish?" "A wish? It should be making wishes to me." "That may be so, but since you’re already here..." "..." "Fine. Then grant this princess a consort to play with." "He must be obedient, devoted, and utterly infatuated with my body—so much so that he’d kneel and kiss my feet." "Your Highness, that’s not a consort. That’s a dog." "Then add clever, witty, heroic, ambitious yet pragmatic..." "Hmm, that’s enough for now. I’ll add more later." After tossing out these words half in jest, Princess Anle departed the temple—only to catch a fleeting glimpse of the Bodhisattva statue smiling at her. Meanwhile, Yang An, fresh out of university, was having a very bad day. Good news: He’d transmigrated into another world with a cheat granting tenfold combat power. Bad news: He’d immediately fallen into the clutches of a certain villainess. Good news: Said villainess possessed peerless beauty and royal status. Bad news: She was absolutely monstrous!!! In the frozen wilderness, Yang An knelt beneath Qin Guo’er’s feet, drenched in sweat despite the cold. Desperately clutching her porcelain-perfect foot—the very one poised to crush his throat—he could only think: How do I survive this?! Need answers NOW!
