At this thought, Jiang Feihua felt even happier and decided to observe what exceptional qualities this butler possessed.
After waiting for Lin Ran and Luo Yao to rest, Jiang Feihua took Uncle Fu directly to the most famous private kitchen in Shanghai. In the private dining room, Jiang Feihua displayed the demeanor expected of a highly emotionally intelligent businesswoman.
Uncle Fu, too, found himself somewhat swept off his feet by this woman in her forties, who exuded remarkable poise and emotional intelligence.
By the end of the meal, Jiang Feihua had obtained the information she wanted.
When the two returned to the manor, they each went to rest.
Watching Jiang Feihua’s retreating figure, Uncle Fu wiped the smile from his face, frowned, and looked down at his hand.
"That woman actually touched my hand. Disgusting."
He washed his hands several times before heading alone to the heated pool outside the villa. Glancing at the small rooftop of the villa’s first floor, he took a few steps, flipped over, and effortlessly climbed up.
What he didn’t know, however, was that Lin Ran, who was resting in his bedroom, was also struggling with insomnia.
After coaxing Luo Yao to sleep, he lay awake for a long, long time.
Perhaps it was his first time sleeping on a waterbed.
Eventually, resigned, he lay in bed with headphones on, scrolling through Douyin.
The endless scrolling made him reluctant to sleep.
Sometimes, he even felt like slapping himself.
Hearing Luo Yao’s steady breathing, Lin Ran turned off his phone and quietly slipped out of the bedroom.
At the same time, Luo Yao’s eyes suddenly snapped open.
"Ah Ran? Where is he going?"
Lin Ran walked to the poolside outside the villa and sat down on a chair.
Even in the south, the night carried a slight chill. He looked up at the moon.
Since returning to this world, he had poured his heart into loving Luo Yao—but had he truly done enough?
"Sigh!"
"Sigh!"
Two sighs echoed simultaneously, startling both the young and old men. They turned their heads to look at each other.
Lin Ran sat on a lounge chair by the pool, while Uncle Fu perched on the villa’s first-floor rooftop.
"Damn, old man, what are you doing up so high at your age? Aren’t you afraid of falling and breaking your damn—uh, your leg?"
Uncle Fu gave Lin Ran a helpless look. "It’s barely four meters. How could I break my leg? And I won’t fall."
At that moment, Lin Ran deeply felt the limitations of his own frail physique.
That height was actually quite dangerous—enough to cause injury in daily life, and Lin Ran was just an ordinary person.
(A quick PSA: Don’t try jumping from heights, folks.)
"Old man, let me educate you. They say the elderly have three fears, and the first is falling. You might think you’re invincible, but your bones are already brittle."
Uncle Fu looked puzzled. "Shouldn’t the biggest fear be having no money?"
Alright, no winning that argument.
"Then may I ask, why were you sighing?"
Instead of answering, Uncle Fu countered with a leisurely question of his own.
"And why was Young Master Lin sighing? Could it be that you find it exhausting being with Miss Luo? Even if you feel that way, I’d advise you to keep it to yourself. Miss Luo truly loves you. If you endure a little, you’ll realize just how wonderful she is."
There was a hint of lecturing in the old man’s words, which irked Lin Ran.
"Don’t talk nonsense. I sighed because I feel like my love for Luo Yao is still lacking something—not for the reason you’re implying."
This feeling of "love falling short" had haunted Lin Ran for a long time.
"I’ve really been trying my hardest. I don’t know why, but I always feel like I’m not loving her enough."
At this, Lin Ran sighed again.
"It’s frustrating. In my heart, I adore her, I love her, and I’m putting in the effort—so why does it still feel like something’s missing?"
Lin Ran claimed not to know, but deep down, he understood what was lacking. He just couldn’t recklessly test it.
What he owed Luo Yao was a life—a life that, after his death, would willingly don wedding robes and share his grave.
Luo Yao could give herself completely to him. But what had he given her in return?
In his heart and with his words, he believed he’d sacrifice his life for her.
But until the moment came, no one could say for sure.
Perhaps what was missing was the experience of truly risking his life for her.
Lin Ran knew this line of thinking was dangerous, yet he couldn’t help craving the chance to prove his love matched hers.
"Maybe no matter how hard I try, I’ll never love Luo Yao as much as she loves me."
Uncle Fu seemed to grasp Lin Ran’s turmoil—after all, it’s hard to see clearly when you’re in the thick of it.
"Young Master Lin, you’re actually doing very well. Truly, this is the happiest I’ve seen Miss Luo in a long time. Loving her doesn’t always mean grand, dramatic gestures. That’s not what she needs."
"What she needs is for you to hold her in your heart and treat her with sincerity."
Was Luo Yao’s desire simple? In truth, it was—just two things: Lin Ran’s heart and Lin Ran himself.
"Miss Luo has always wanted something simple, and you’ve done well. It’s just that you don’t feel it’s enough."
"Lately, I’ve noticed something interesting about you. I could be wrong, but don’t take offense if I am."
Uncle Fu’s words instantly struck a chord, and Lin Ran urged him to continue. "At your age, stop beating around the bush."
"Go on, I won’t blame you."
Uncle Fu obliged. As a butler—technically a servant to Lin Ran—he shouldn’t be saying these things.
But Uncle Fu was a sentimental man who genuinely saw Lin Ran and Luo Yao as family.
"For some reason, I feel like you’ve changed recently."
Lin Ran rolled his eyes. "Of course I’ve changed. Was that your big revelation? Don’t tell me you’ve only just noticed I love Luo Yao more now—anyone could see that."
Uncle Fu shook his head. "That’s not what I meant. You do love Miss Luo deeply now, and you treat her well—I won’t deny that. But what I’m saying is, your heart has changed."
This statement left both the man on the chair and the one in the villa momentarily stunned.
Uncle Fu, who had been reclining, suddenly sat up and looked at Lin Ran intently.
"I don’t know why, but I sense you’ve placed too much pressure on yourself."
"You love Miss Luo with great effort, but it feels like you’re forcing yourself to meticulously love her in a certain way. Of course, I’m not saying that’s wrong—it’s exactly how Miss Luo likes to be loved. But I’d prefer it if you loved her without any psychological burden."
Lin Ran felt as if a veil had been lifted. Uncle Fu saw things far more clearly than he did.
Could this be the reason?
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
agon king storylines. At the start, I obtained the "Ultimate Lackey System" - the more I act as a lackey, the stronger I become. What else could I do? I chose to become the personal henchman of the ultimate villain, Su Muwan. I provoke all sorts of chosen ones, snatch away their opportunities, and commit every evil deed imaginable. You ask who's behind me? Hmph! You're not worthy of knowing my lady's name! ...... ....... I am Su Muwan, the eldest daughter of the Su family. Since childhood, I've possessed extraordinary talent in martial arts, which led to my arrogant and domineering personality in my past life. I was even foolish enough to repeatedly challenge those favored by heaven, ultimately resulting in a tragic death. In this life, I must behave and absolutely cannot walk the same path again!! However... SLAP!! "So you're the Dragon King, huh?!" When I saw my little lackey swagger over and viciously slap the Dragon King who was hiding his identity, I felt my heart sink. Su Muwan's suspended heart finally died as she watched Qin Luo, her utterly loyal lackey, standing before her. She fainted on the spot from shock. Heaven is determined to destroy me!! (Pure love 1v1, light-hearted, no angst, single female lead, villain, reincarnation, lackey)
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.
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!
