Chapter 0265

Lin Ran suppressed his disgust as he scrolled through the comments.

【Dog to Those Who Abandon Updates】: Looking at Lin Jian’s demeanor, it doesn’t seem like he’s lying. I believe him. If he’s lying, may his parents get hit by a car.

【Maternity Center, 4th Floor】: Feels like a forced whitewash. After all, I’m the contemporary ‘No. 1 Orthopedic Master’—not a title earned for nothing.

【Striving to Be a Top Internet Porn Star】: I believe Lin Jian. He even cried—what’s there not to forgive? He’s just a kid.

【Under 14 but Already Criminal】: Is Lin Ran really the victim? Doesn’t seem like it. He acts so arrogant—maybe Lin Jian’s the real victim here.

“So many idiots?” Lin Ran cursed.

Online comments were a mixed bag. He never expected much, but seeing such stupidity still made him lash out.

He had a temper too, okay? He’d rant at injustice and cry at sorrow—just an ordinary guy at heart.

【Nine-Turn Intestines, Half a Move from Victory】: Lin Jian must’ve been bullied by Lin Ran for years. Look at him—that’s not acting. Plus, Lin Ran holds shares in Suran Group. The Lin family probably coddles him—how could he be the one getting bullied?

【Fan Group Full, Opening Group 2】: Lin Tianba is the scum dad of the century, no debate. Lin Jian’s an orthopedic master—case closed. What’s there to argue, you morons?

【Did the National Soccer Team Make It to the World Cup?】: I wanna see Lin Ran go live and tear into Lin Jian.

【Three Updates a Day and You Still Complain?】: Why does this feel so… performative? I’m cringing so hard. Is Lin Jian even a man?

【A Simp’s Mission】: Bro above, you’ve spotted the critical flaw. My whole body’s breaking out in goosebumps.

Lin Ran closed his eyes and turned off his phone—he couldn’t take it anymore.

While many netizens were clear-headed, some truly needed to eat sht to wake up.

In this rumor-fueled online world, staying silent was rationality; staying clear-headed was wisdom.

But some people only realized sht tasted bad after eating it, only admitted they were wrong after blindly following the crowd.

Did they intend to be wrong from the start? No.

They were just swept up.

Of course, the scariest weren’t those who admitted their mistake after eating sht.

It was those who ate it and claimed it was delicious.

Lin Ran sighed helplessly, feeling a pang of sorrow—for this online world.

Truth was, he could crush Lin Jian with minimal effort.

But right now, he didn’t care. Luo Yao’s injuries weren’t healed yet.

The internet would sour his mood, and he didn’t want to bring that negativity to her.

He refused to face Luo Yao in a bad state.

Still, checking how the Lin family was doing might lift his spirits.

Hadn’t Liu Meng left a stack of files on the Lins earlier?

Lin Ran picked them up and opened them—then froze in shock.

“No wonder she’s the top aide of the wealthiest conglomerate. This is insane.”

The files detailed everything: the Lin family’s current address, Lin Tianba’s daily life, Lin Jian’s downward spiral, even Liu Yuemei’s visits to clients’ homes—all crystal clear.

What stunned Lin Ran most? Lin Tianba and Liu Yuemei hadn’t split yet?

What the—

“Is Lin Tianba some cuckold saint?”

“Or has Liu Yuemei’s ‘tea art’ reached a level where cheating doesn’t even faze him?”

If so, she was too powerful—wasted on Lin Tianba.

Reading further, the reason for their reconciliation was laid bare. Damn, this was next-level.

No wonder he had no secrets from Luo Yao—her people were better than detectives.

“Heh. I used to think Liu Ruxue was the tea master, then Lin Jian outdid her. Now I see—Liu Yuemei’s the true grandmaster.”

Next, Lin Ran found a paternity test report—Lin Jian and Lin Tianba’s.

Lin Ran smirked. Didn’t expect this gem.

“Stay calm, snap a pic for keepsakes first.”

While Luo Yao was still in a meeting, Lin Ran booted up his computer and got to work…

Meanwhile, in the mountain gorge behind Luo Manor, Luo Wushuang stared at two corpses on the ground, lost in thought.

“So… the so-called treasure was here?”

He pulled a key from his pocket, gaze distant.

“Lin Ran… are you truly sincere about cooperating?”

“Second Master, Luo Tangji and her bird are dead cold. Should we leave now?” Two bodyguards, finding nothing useful, turned to Luo Wushuang.

He smiled gently.

“Of course. Come here—let me tell you something.”

As they approached, the bodyguards collapsed within seconds, limbs limp.

“Apologies. This is the Luo family’s forbidden ground. You’re not worthy of leaving alive. Dying here is an honor.”

Luo Wushuang walked away alone, leaving two more bodies behind.

At the same time, in a Kyoto hotel, a man and woman clung to each other.

“Will this really work?”

“Relax. What do the rich care about most? Face. Once they realize I can humiliate them, they’ll pay to shut me up. Then we’ll go abroad and live it up.”

The two? None other than the long-absent Lv Jian and Zhao Miaomiao.

Tears welled in Zhao Miaomiao’s eyes at his words.

“But… I still love Wu Zhishang. What do I do?”

Hearing the name, Lv Jian’s eyes flashed with venom—quickly masked by tenderness.

“Miaomiao, it’s my fault. If not for me, you wouldn’t have broken up with Wu Zhishang. After this, I’ll explain everything to him.”

She shook her head. “Don’t. I’m afraid you’ll just fight.”

Her heart was conflicted.

She still hoped to rekindle things with Wu Zhishang.

Lv Jian was good, but so was Wu Zhishang—obedient, generous, utterly devoted.

Without Wu Zhishang, Lv Jian wouldn’t be living this well.

One spent on her; the other she spent on. The difference was obvious.

Most importantly, Wu Zhishang wasn’t the same man anymore.

He was now the CEO of Warmyao Media—a company at its peak.

“Lv Jian, my mom wants me home. I won’t be with you these next few days.”

“Go ahead. I’ll wait here for you.”

Zhao Miaomiao left the hotel and headed straight to Warmyao Media’s building, arriving just as a crowd was leaving work.

She stood by a red Ferrari, waiting.