"President Luo, I'm sorry. The door was open, so I barged in without thinking. My mistake."
Liu Meng felt a chill down her spine—Luo Yao's gaze looked like it wanted to carve her up.
Meanwhile, Lin Ran had already thrown on an outer layer, ready to step out.
"You two talk. I'll give you some privacy."
He assumed Liu Meng was here to discuss business matters.
"Ah-Ran, don’t leave. Whatever it is, you don’t need to step away. Go ahead, speak."
Luo Yao kept Lin Ran close while giving Liu Meng a look that promised suffering if her news wasn’t important enough.
"President Luo, Young Master Lin, Lin Jian just released a statement claiming he was framed—that the video was doctored."
Liu Meng spoke while placing a stack of documents on the table, silently relieved.
Thankfully, President Luo had previously instructed her to report anything related to Lin Ran immediately, no matter what she was doing.
Lin Ran’s eyes widened instantly. "Seriously? He’s trying to spin this? Does he think netizens are idiots now?"
Liu Meng grimaced.
"Actually… some netizens are choosing to believe him."
Lin Ran was speechless. So there really were idiots out there.
"Wife, what do you think about this?"
Luo Yao gazed at Lin Ran with deep affection. "Ah-Ran, you keep switching between 'Yao-Yao,' 'wife,' and 'darling.' Are you a fickle Ah-Ran now?"
Lin Ran froze. He hadn’t expected Luo Yao’s train of thought to derail so spectacularly.
Here he was, talking about Lin Jian, and she was fixated on his choice of address.
"You don’t like it? I told you I’d mix it up. No matter what I call you, it all means the same thing."
Luo Yao shook her head. "I like it. I like whatever you call me."
Lin Ran flashed a sweet smile. "Master, what’s your take on this?"
"With my eyes."
Lin Ran’s face darkened. Since when did Luo Yao start cracking jokes?
"Master, I’m serious."
Luo Yao’s lips curled. She seemed to like this title even more.
"If it were me, I’d study my enemy first, then decide whether to annihilate them outright or toy with them slowly. But trash like Lin Jian doesn’t even qualify as an enemy—he’s not worthy."
His wife had a point. Right now, Lin Jian posed no real threat—just a plaything at their mercy.
"Lin Jian really isn’t opponent material. Compared to a quick kill, I prefer slow torment. After all, there are fewer and fewer people left to torment these days."
Liu Ruxue was locked up, Huo Haini was six feet under, and the three Liu family pests were under control. With these players out of the game, the pool of potential victims was shrinking fast.
"If the three Lin beasts disappear too, won’t life become dull?"
Luo Yao stayed silent, not mentioning that she’d shipped the three Liu family members off to South Africa. It wasn’t important anyway.
"Having me is enough. How could you ever be bored with me by your side?"
Lin Ran affectionately ruffled Luo Yao’s hair.
Her silky strands, seemingly meticulously styled, turned into a tousled mess under his touch.
"Of course you’re mine, but life needs seasoning. Like cooking—the main ingredient is key, but spices are just as essential." Lin Ran hurriedly clarified, afraid she’d misunderstand.
"So, what’s Ah-Ran’s plan?"
Honestly, at this stage, Lin Ran didn’t care much about the Lin family anymore.
But giving up on revenge? Absolutely out of the question.
Lin Ran was no saint. He wouldn’t let grudges slide—the most mercy he could offer was not actively bullying others.
But if he saw someone getting bullied on the street? Sorry, not his problem.
That was Lin Ran—don’t mess with him, and he won’t mess with you.
"Counterattack, of course. But not right away. I’ll handle this myself, so don’t worry, darling. They’re not worth your attention. Right now, I’m more focused on how to love you in a way that makes you happy."
Lin Ran’s words filled Luo Yao with warmth. All these years of effort had truly paid off—in the best way possible.
"Liu Meng, you can leave now."
"Understood, President Luo. There’s a video conference in an hour, so you—"
"Out."
"...Yes."
The moment Liu Meng left, Luo Yao’s demeanor shifted into something crimson and predatory.
"Ah-Ran… it’s game time again."
Lin Ran stiffened, spotting the bracelet that had suddenly appeared in Luo Yao’s hand.
"Yao-Yao, I just… surrendered earlier."
Luo Yao smirked.
"So… Ah-Ran loves me, right?"
An hour later, Luo Yao stared at Lin Ran with teary, remorseful eyes.
"Ah-Ran, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to. I just couldn’t help it."
She’d hurt him again—but Lin Ran was used to it by now.
"It’s not that I’m scared. I’m worried about your injuries. Moving too much will aggravate your wounds."
His concern shattered Luo Yao’s defenses, piercing straight through her heart.
"Ah-Ran…"
She realized she needed to restrain herself—or one day, Lin Ran might actually run.
As much as he loved her now, that love was tangled with too much pain.
"Ah-Ran, I have a meeting. I’ll come find you later. Don’t run away."
"Okay, go ahead."
The moment Luo Yao left, Lin Ran winced, gritting his teeth.
No wonder Little Black said Luo Yao was ruthless. She really didn’t hold back—even with her own husband.
Unbelievable.
Only now did Lin Ran pull out his phone to check the online buzz.
Sure enough, he found Lin Jian’s "confession" video.
In it, Lin Jian wore an expression of sorrow and injustice—eerily similar to Luo Yao’s earlier guilt.
But Luo Yao’s sadness was genuine. Lin Jian’s? Pure performance. At least the green tea act was convincing.
"Hello everyone, I’m Lin Jian—the so-called 'Number One Orthopedic Expert' you’ve been talking about. Actually… inaudible… In the end, I just want to say—I don’t blame my brother, nor do I blame Ruxue. They’re both innocent."
"I only blame myself for not exposing the truth sooner, which led Ruxue astray into crime. I also owe my brother an apology—my presence stole his father’s love. If he hates me, it’s understandable. It’s my fault for never expressing my love for him properly. To everyone watching—please, don’t hide your love for family like I did…"
Lin Jian spoke with heartbreaking sincerity, but Lin Ran could barely stomach it, nearly gagging on the spot.
Even now, he’s still playing the victim and dragging me into it?
Do you really think netizens are that stupid?
ts me of treason?" "Correct. The host must return to the capital and gradually build up influence." "Wait—I have half a million soldiers, and you want me to go back to the capital to 'build influence'?" "Host, you are currently the Northern Garrison General, loyal to the Great Xia Dynasty." "Of course I am loyal to Great Xia! Absolutely loyal!" "But you keep referring to yourself as 'We'..." "Never mind the details! Summon all the regional commanders and military officers! We suspect treacherous officials are manipulating the court! They shall march with Us to the capital and purge the corrupt!" "......"
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
