Lin Ran didn’t dare resist and immediately complied. Just as he took off his shirt, Luo Yao yanked him over and bit down hard.
This time, Luo Yao showed no mercy.
"Ah—"
Pain shot through him, making Lin Ran feel as if a chunk of his flesh had been torn off.
Luckily, it was just a sensation—not reality.
Before he could even check if he was bleeding, a cold glint flashed before his eyes.
A dagger appeared in Luo Yao’s hand, its tip hovering a mere millimeter from Lin Ran’s eye. One thought from her, and he’d be blind.
He blinked, and several eyelashes were sheared off by the razor-sharp blade.
That dagger was terrifyingly sharp.
"Sweetheart, let’s talk this out. No need for knives or weapons—put it away, it’s dangerous."
Luo Yao: "A-Ran, this is all your fault. If you hadn’t liked Liu Ruxue back then, none of this would’ve happened. Do you have any idea how furious I was when I saw what happened between you and her?"
Lin Ran fell silent. He knew she wasn’t wrong—Luo Yao’s anger was completely justified.
How blind had he been, fawning over Liu Ruxue like that?
If Luo Yao wanted to kill him, he couldn’t blame her.
"Yao Yao, if this helps you calm down, then go ahead."
The blade didn’t budge. Her icy voice continued its accusation.
"The worst part is, what happened between you and Liu Ruxue wasn’t even fake. You really were her lapdog—that’s undeniable."
Her tone was eerily calm, but Lin Ran knew the quieter she sounded, the angrier she truly was.
He blinked again, feeling the cold steel against his skin. "So… you want to kill me?"
Luo Yao licked her lips, a hint of crimson madness flashing in her eyes.
"No. Every time I remember how you looked at Liu Ruxue with those lovesick eyes, I want to gouge them out and carry them with me. That way, you’ll only ever see me."
Lin Ran’s heart sank. This is bad—gotta save myself.
If he played hard to get now, he might actually lose his eyes.
"Your idea’s creative, but if you do that, I won’t actually see you. My eyes might look at you, but the signals won’t reach my brain. I wouldn’t even know I’m seeing you."
"Master, put the knife down. Let me choose to look at you—because for the next few decades, you’re the only one I want in my sight."
Lin Ran’s words finally broke through. Luo Yao’s defenses crumbled, her body softening in his arms.
He pulled her close, cursing Lin Tianba ten thousand times in his heart.
Deep down, he knew Luo Yao probably wouldn’t actually blind him—but he wasn’t willing to gamble.
When Luo Yao lost control, it happened in an instant.
Big, irreversible things often happened in mere seconds.
He still remembered how swiftly she’d acted against Lin Jian, Old Master Luo, and Luo Wuyou—all in the blink of an eye.
If she turned that same decisiveness on him, it’d be just as quick. Just as final.
Thankfully, his sincerity had reached her in time. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have dared move a muscle.
Not one.
Suddenly, as if snapping out of a trance, Luo Yao looked at him with guilt.
"A-Ran, I… I didn’t mean it. I wasn’t really going to take your eyes."
Lin Ran chuckled helplessly.
"I know. You just had an episode. I don’t blame you at all."
Luo Yao knew he meant it, but it terrified her—what if she did hurt him one day?
"I… I don’t want to. What if I really harm you someday?"
Lin Ran smiled easily.
"Honestly, your ‘condition’ is just loving me too much. And I’ve got my own sickness too. We’re… two of a kind."
The moment he said it, Luo Yao tensed. "You’re sick?"
Lin Ran nodded. "Terminally."
"I’ve got a disease called loving you to the bone. Even knowing you might hurt me, I can’t help it—because I deserve it. Don’t feel pressured. The real you is all I want."
Luo Yao melted, tears streaming as she clung to him, as if trying to fuse their bodies together.
Maybe she already had.
"A-Ran, I know you hate when I say ‘thank you’ or ‘sorry,’ so I just want to give you everything I have."
Lin Ran gazed at her, heart aching.
The woman before him had become this way because of him.
Even as a child, Luo Yao had shown unusual possessiveness—and he’d only amplified it over time.
Finding hope in despair… that was the real root of who she’d become.
And so, he’d accept her without complaint. Love her without reservation.
Anything less, and he’d despise himself.
Besides, all Luo Yao wanted was to bind his heart to hers through intimacy. Was that so wrong?
If she wanted it, he’d give it. It wasn’t hard.
His heart had belonged to her for years anyway.
Once Luo Yao finally fell asleep in his arms, Lin Ran carried his wife to their bed.
Uncle Fu had mentioned her insomnia, but around him, she always slept soundly.
When Lin Ran stepped out of the bedroom, Uncle Fu approached again.
"Young Master Lin, two more videos have surfaced online. You should see this."
"Again?"
Enough already.
Fine. They wanted to play? Let’s see who came out on top.
"Damn it, get that presentation ready ASAP. I’m going to humiliate them publicly."
He skimmed the first video—then paused.
This wasn’t what he’d expected.
It showed him and Luo Yao at a dessert shop, using their wealth to clear out the entire place for a private session.
The caption read: How the Rich Insult People.
The comment section was a warzone—brutal and chaotic.
Lin Ran nearly laughed. So that’s what this is about.
The uploader was just some random passerby.
Username: Two Swords—One Yellow, One Green.
Probably some bitter, anti-rich keyboard warrior.
The second video, however, made his expression darken.
A host dissected footage of Lin Ran calling someone "poor trash"—the targets being Lv Jian and Zhao Miaomiao.
Wait—what?
Host’s voiceover: "Are poor people unworthy of steak? Does Nuan Yao’s chairman think this kind of disrespect earns him admiration? … Special thanks to Nuan Yao Media for sponsoring this video."
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
or! A blessing for those who struggle with love, a guidebook for dating novices. Quickly match with your dream goddess! Complete walkthroughs earn rewards, and perfect walkthroughs unlock limited achievements!】 Shen Yi, an ordinary office worker, accidentally downloads a mini-game called Dating Simulator. The mini-game is simple: randomly search for dating targets, simulate dates, and receive rewards upon successful confession. Rewards include but are not limited to money, attributes, and skills. The higher the evaluation, the better the rewards, with perfect ratings unlocking mysterious achievements. Shen Yi plans to use this mysterious mini-game to continuously pursue targets and improve himself, making his life better and better. ...... However, after several successful walkthroughs, Shen Yi suddenly notices something strange - the targets he previously simulated dating seem to be searching for him in real life?
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
] [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!"
