["When did I say I was angry?"]
Little Black gave Lin Ran a haughty glance, its tail slightly raised as it continued walking forward with elegant feline grace.
Lin Ran let out a long sigh of relief, as if a weight had been lifted from his chest. "Good, I’m glad you’re not angry," he said with a sheepish grin, scratching his head.
Little Black shot him another look.
["Are you trying to ask when I’ll take you back again?"]
Lin Ran shook his head, his expression turning serious.
"I’m just genuinely concerned about you. If you die of anger, my 'get-out-of-death-free card' won’t be any use anymore. Besides, I haven’t thought of my third wish yet, so I won’t be making any requests for now."
The memory of his recent encounter with Little Luo Yao still sent a chill down his spine.
"I feel like my sudden appearance might have upset Luo Yao. I can’t just barge into her childhood again, so I need to think carefully about my third wish."
As he spoke, he fell into deep thought, Luo Yao’s face flashing in his mind—the person he cared about most. He didn’t want his recklessness to cause her any harm.
Hearing this, Little Black leaped off the steps and sauntered away with its usual graceful stride, light as a dancer.
["Then I’ll take my leave. Let me know when you’ve made up your mind."]
Lin Ran quickly stood up. "Hey! Don’t go yet—I have a gift for you!"
But the moment it heard the word "gift," Little Black bolted even faster, disappearing like a black lightning bolt, as if fleeing from something terrifying.
Lin Ran shook his head helplessly, a wry smile tugging at his lips as he glanced at the tracking device in his hand.
He looked up at the sky, where the sun hung high, casting a rare warmth over the cold winter day. Remembering Luo Yao’s stomach issues, he decided to head home and prepare some congee for her...
Meanwhile, inside Luo Corporation’s headquarters, the atmosphere was buzzing with activity.
The preliminary agreement between Luo Corporation and Samsung Group had been reached, filling the conference room with a mix of tension and excitement.
Samsung Group, South Korea’s top chaebol, had placed immense importance on this collaboration—a crucial opportunity to re-enter the Chinese market and secure their future.
They had sent their most capable representative, arriving with full sincerity.
But Luo Corporation played even harder, presenting terms so harsh that the Samsung delegation nearly gasped.
You want in? Fine. But all profits stay here.
Such a demand was practically unheard of in business negotiations—tantamount to treating Samsung as nothing more than a cash cow.
Yet, the Samsung representative, with remarkable decisiveness, agreed on the spot.
That representative was none other than the second wife of Samsung’s current patriarch and a high-ranking executive—Qian Yinshang.
Dressed in a tailored designer suit that accentuated her elegant figure, every detail of her appearance exuded luxury and sophistication.
Her confident smile never wavered, her sharp eyes radiating shrewdness and resolve.
"President Luo, I look forward to our partnership," Qian Yinshang said warmly, extending her hand in an attempt to ease the tension.
But Luo Yao didn’t reciprocate the gesture.
She merely cast a frosty glance at Qian Yinshang, her gaze as cold as midwinter ice, before turning away without a word.
To Luo Yao, this deal was just another move in a high-stakes game. Whether Samsung cooperated or not was irrelevant—she had far more ruthless strategies waiting in the wings.
Did Samsung think it alone could foresee the future and seek survival in China? Did they think she, Luo Yao, was blind to their motives?
Samsung was never her ally.
In her eyes, this so-called partnership was temporary—sooner or later, the masks would come off.
Superficial pleasantries meant nothing. A handshake? Pointless.
Right now, all she cared about was returning to her office and waiting for Lin Ran to bring her food. That was the only thing that truly brought her joy.
Qian Yinshang’s hand hung awkwardly in the air, her smile stiffening as a flicker of anger flashed in her eyes.
But she quickly suppressed it. She knew that compared to this woman, she was out of her league.
Luo Yao was the heiress of China’s top conglomerate, wielding absolute authority—unlike Samsung’s tangled internal politics.
A Luo Corporation executive quickly stepped in, politely inviting Qian Yinshang to lunch to smooth over the awkwardness.
Regaining her composure, Qian Yinshang nodded and followed the executive out.
Just then, her assistant rushed over with urgent news.
"Madam Qian, the young master has gone missing again."
The assistant sounded anxious—Park Gukchang, the second son, was notorious for his reckless antics.
But Qian Yinshang waved it off casually. "Let him be. Now that we’re in China, he can enjoy himself."
As long as he didn’t cause major trouble, she couldn’t be bothered.
The assistant bowed and retreated.
Meanwhile, back in her office, Luo Yao sat on the plush sofa, her eyes brimming with impatience.
Even a few hours apart from Lin Ran felt unbearable.
"Liu Meng, come with me. Let’s wait for A’Ran downstairs," she said, already striding toward the door.
Liu Meng blinked in surprise. "Huh?"
But seeing Luo Yao’s eager expression, she quickly replied, "Yes, ma’am."
Not far from Luo Corporation’s headquarters, a sleek, ultra-luxury supercar was parked along the main road.
Its dazzling metallic finish gleamed under the sun, drawing crowds of onlookers snapping photos.
The car exuded raw power, like a beast poised to strike.
Inside, two men were chatting and laughing.
"Boss, look at these Chinese girls—they act like they’ve never seen anything fancy, but damn, their faces are like works of art. Can’t help but stare," said Park Gukchang’s sycophantic assistant, leering at the women outside.
Park Gukchang, the second son of Samsung’s ruling family, had tagged along with his mother on this trip to China.
lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
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?!
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!
