"I could have let you off the hook earlier, but the amount you embezzled wasn’t enough to land you in prison—until now."
After being restrained by bodyguards, Luo Wunai began to panic. If a full audit were conducted on her, there would truly be no chance of recovery.
"President Luo, is there really no way out for me?"
Lin Ran watched Luo Yao’s performance, inwardly marveling at her dominance. Was this the ruthless power of a tycoon?
Luo Yao sensed Lin Ran’s intense gaze, warmth flickering in her heart, though her expression remained icy.
"Is this your first day knowing me? Do you not understand who I am? Begging for mercy? Have you lost your mind?"
With that, Luo Yao sealed Luo Wunai’s fate.
Realizing her doom, Luo Wunai refused to go down without a fight.
"Ha! Luo Yao, do you think this is your turf in the capital? This is Shanghai. My security isn’t just for show."
"Security! Where are they? Get these people out of here! And Luo Yao—she’s trying to destroy everything. If I’m ousted today, every one of you could be next tomorrow!"
The room fell silent. Everyone lowered their heads.
They had heard rumors of Luo Yao’s mercilessness, but today, they witnessed it firsthand.
"More formidable than the legends," some muttered.
As for Luo Wunai? She was just a branch manager under Luo Yao—hardly worth risking their careers for.
The true authority in Luo Corporation had always been Luo Yao alone.
And embezzlement? A crime deserving of no sympathy.
Many secretly relished the moment.
Every corporation had its shadows, but when corruption reached the top, it was disastrous.
Someone like Luo Wunai, handing out promotions for bribes, stifled real talent—a terrifying thought.
Of course, not everyone despised her. Some of her accomplices debated whether to stand with her.
But Luo Yao swiftly crushed any such notions.
"Security? Sorry, I took control of this place before I even arrived. Your delusions of power in Shanghai? Just me letting you play the fool."
Luo Wunai was stunned. How had Luo Yao infiltrated her domain without her noticing?
She’d been so careful.
"Liu Meng, contact Xu Kai. Time to clean up."
"Right away, President Luo."
Liu Meng shot Luo Wunai a scornful look.
Embezzling billions in a single year? She’d signed her own death warrant.
Luo Wunai shrieked, "Luo Yao, you heartless monster! You’ll never know love! Even your own aunt—you’d send her to prison? You’re just a—"
A blur shot forward. A sharp slap cracked through the air.
SMACK!
Lin Ran’s eyes burned with fury. "Watch your damn mouth. Who says Yao doesn’t deserve love? Am I invisible? I missed hitting you at the family estate last time—consider this a make-up."
He’d already been furious about the embezzlement—those were Luo Yao’s funds, which meant his funds too.
But insulting his wife? Unforgivable.
If he didn’t slap her senseless, his surname might as well be "Two Trees."
Lin Ran realized something: openly loving Luo Yao, standing up for her—it felt good.
"You puppet! How dare you hit me? Do you know who I am? I’m her aunt! I’ll tear you apart!"
Her flailing claws never reached him, the bodyguards ensuring she stayed just inches short.
Lin Ran smirked. "Oh? You wanna fight? Bold move."
SMACK! Another slap.
Sometimes he wondered if he was the reincarnation of the Slap God.
"With all that screeching, I thought the zoo left its gates open. Look at you—pathetic and powerless."
Dazed from the force, Luo Wunai whimpered, "I—I devoted myself to the Luo family, and this is how an outsider treats me?"
Lin Ran scoffed. "Playing the victim now? Fine. Let me ask—what’s your dream?"
He feared no one—except, perhaps, Luo Yao herself.
His boldness came from standing beside her.
For every admirer Luo Yao had, there was a hater waiting in the shadows. If they ever came for her, he’d be ready.
Why hold back?
"Oh wait, I know. Your dream was to embezzle a hundred million, right?"
Luo Yao rose, linking arms with Lin Ran, her gaze icy.
"Wrong, A’Ran. She took billions in a year."
Lin Ran blinked. "How much?"
Even he hadn’t expected a branch manager to steal that much.
The room gasped.
Luo Yao turned back to Luo Wunai. "What did you call A’Ran just now?"
"An outsider? To me, he’s everything. You’re the outsider."
Luo Wunai froze under Luo Yao’s stare—the same one that had suffocated her years ago.
Lin Ran added, "She also called me your ‘toy.’ Honestly? I’m proud to be your toy."
"You don’t mind?"
"Mind? I love it. Let the world look down on me. I’ll stay shamelessly yours."
He fed the entire room a spoonful of PDA.
No more caution. Love was meant to be declared—loudly, boldly, unapologetically.
Luo Yao’s lips curled.
"Is your face that fair? Average, really. But your pores glow. What skincare do you use?"
Lin Ran laughed at her sudden tangent.
"Your love is the best moisturizer. Now—what about Luo Wunai?"
"Hand her to the authorities. The auditors will take over."
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.
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."
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
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.”
