After Nuanyao Group left, Lin Ran originally intended to go straight to find Luo Yao, only to discover upon arrival that she was no longer in the Luo family office.
He later learned through a phone call that Luo Yao had gone out to handle some business, so he returned to the estate. Unexpectedly, Luo Yao had arrived home before him.
When Luo Yao saw Lin Ran enter, her face instantly brightened with a smile as she threw herself into his arms, her eyes flickering toward the spot where she had placed something earlier.
"Of course I miss you, Ah Ran. I think about you every moment—I want to see you and let others see how sweet we are together."
Lin Ran: ???
Why did Luo Yao’s words sound so strange today?
But Lin Ran still pulled her into his embrace—this woman who had relied on him as her emotional pillar since childhood.
"Haha, my wife is so adorable. Such a cute wife deserves a passionate kiss as a reward."
As the kiss ended, Luo Yao’s eyes sparkled mischievously.
"Ah Ran, I want it."
"Huh? You don’t even want to eat first?"
"Mmm..."
Lin Ran was instantly overwhelmed.
Fine, fine. If you want it, I’ll give it.
Who told you to be my little devil?
And little devils naturally have their own way of thinking and acting.
However, since Luo Yao’s injuries hadn’t fully healed, Lin Ran was extra cautious.
To the tune of elegant music, Luo Yao finally attained the psychological satisfaction she desired.
Meanwhile, the staff in the dining room stood waiting for their masters to come down for dinner.
By the time they finished, it was already dark.
Lin Ran felt his stomach growling.
"Ah Ran, go to the dining room first. I’ll be right there."
"Okay."
After Lin Ran left barefoot, Luo Yao’s expression instantly turned icy as she glared coldly in one direction.
"I told you I’d keep my word. Didn’t I?"
"Didn’t I really let you see Ah Ran?"
Her smile was unsettling—if anyone else had seen it, they would have been terrified enough to flee.
But Lin Ran was the exception.
Because he had already seen it.
Just after stepping out of the bedroom, Lin Ran realized he wasn’t wearing slippers and turned back to retrieve them.
That was when he witnessed the scene.
He didn’t say a word, quietly retreating without letting Luo Yao notice.
When Luo Yao arrived in the dining room and saw Lin Ran barefoot, she frowned.
"Ah Ran, aren’t you cold?"
Lin Ran seemed to only then realize his lack of footwear.
"Ah! Where are my shoes? Oh, they must still be in the bedroom."
A servant promptly brought a new pair of slippers, and Luo Yao finally accepted Lin Ran’s affectionate feeding with satisfaction.
Uncle Fu stood nearby, silent, though his heart was practically itching with impatience.
Because he had just learned that Granny Wang had returned.
He wanted to go see her but feared she might chase him away.
Moreover, with Miss Luo and Young Master Lin at dinner, he couldn’t leave.
Though the servants could attend to them, Uncle Fu never fully trusted them—worried they might be clumsy or misunderstand their masters’ intentions.
After feeding Luo Yao another spoonful of steamed egg custard, Lin Ran glanced at Uncle Fu and remarked leisurely,
"What? Granny Wang’s back?"
Uncle Fu’s eyes widened in shock. "Young Master Lin, how did you know? That’s incredible!"
Luo Yao shot Uncle Fu a cold look.
Lin Ran quickly soothed her before explaining, "Because Granny Wang called me yesterday to thank me and Yao Yao personally—though she didn’t mention you."
Uncle Fu froze.
"Oh... Is that so? Well, that’s good. It’s my fault—"
"Save those words for Granny Wang. They mean nothing to us. Only if she forgives you can you avoid self-punishment."
Uncle Fu sighed. How had he never noticed before how sharp Young Master Lin’s tongue was?
His words were like a knife to the heart.
Sure enough, Luo Yao gave Uncle Fu another icy stare—the second during this meal alone, her gaze as cold as if looking at a dead man.
Uncle Fu shuddered, thinking, Young Master Lin, please spare me your divine wit.
After dinner, Luo Yao went to the study to work while Lin Ran stayed behind to speak with Uncle Fu.
"Ah Ran, until I’ve spoken with Granny Wang, you should avoid talking too much with this heartless man. I don’t want you picking up bad habits."
Uncle Fu: ...
He wanted to cry.
Once Luo Yao left, Uncle Fu looked utterly dejected.
"Young Master Lin, please have mercy on this old servant. Surviving under Miss Luo’s rule has been hard enough."
Lin Ran: "Fine. Since you’ve had it so rough, I’ll need your help planning a birthday gift that will satisfy Yao Yao."
Uncle Fu stared at Lin Ran in disbelief. He hadn’t expected Lin Ran to know Luo Yao’s birthday was approaching.
"Young Master Lin... you know Miss Luo’s birthday?"
"Of course. The eighth day of the twelfth lunar month."
In his past life, Lin Ran had once used Luo Yao’s birthday as an excuse to buy her a gift—only to sneak out and meet Liu Ruxue.
When Luo Yao found out, she dragged him back and punished him severely before tenderly applying medicine to his wounds herself.
Lin Ran vividly remembered slapping Luo Yao and shouting, "You’re a freak! I don’t love you, and even if you lock me up, I’ll never love you!"
Devastated, Luo Yao had indeed locked him away—for three whole months before releasing him again.
After that, she never celebrated her birthday again.
Lin Ran later learned that Luo Yao had hardly ever celebrated her birthday growing up—at least, Uncle Fu claimed not to know.
Recalling those memories, Lin Ran’s heart swirled with mixed emotions.
No matter how cruelly I treated her, Luo Yao loved me like her first love.
Though their relationship had its painful moments, beneath that pain lay love.
And what’s wrong with love? Love is grand, sacred, and worthy of reverence.
True love only needs two people—simply, sincerely nurturing it, for that is how love endures.
This time, Lin Ran was determined to give Luo Yao a surprise for her birthday.
It might not be extravagant, but it would be everything he could offer.
"Young Master Lin, with such sincerity, Miss Luo will surely be overjoyed. Truthfully, she’s never really celebrated her birthday—at least, not that I know of."
"Do you know if she celebrated as a child?"
Uncle Fu thought for a moment before answering.
"I wouldn’t know. I wasn’t her caretaker back then. But though she rarely speaks of her past, it’s clear she grew up lonely and neglected. In a family like hers, it’s no surprise no one celebrated a girl’s birthday."
Lin Ran shook his head. He didn’t entirely believe Uncle Fu’s words.
"So don’t assume you understand your mistress. Just as you can’t truly know anyone’s past, what you see isn’t always the truth. And frankly, I doubt some of what you say—after all, you’re a bit blind."

d intelligence to keep the plot moving, and sometimes even the protagonists are forced into absurdly dumb decisions. Why does the A-list celebrity heroine in urban romance novels ditch the top-tier movie star and become a lovestruck fool for a pockmarked male lead? Why do the leads in historical tragedy novels keep dancing between love and death, only for the blind healer to end up suffering the most? And Gu Wei never expected that after finally landing a villain role to stir up trouble, she’d pick the wrong gender! No choice now—she’ll just have to crush the protagonists as a girl!

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."

] [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!"

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.”