Why tear it down? Because Luo Yao had just discovered that someone had been using this place—and for a long time at that. There was no need to guess; it had to be that woman, Luo Wunai.
How dare she use Luo Yao’s private office? She was asking for death.
At this moment, the executives of the Shanghai branch were trembling in fear, not daring to utter a word. Their fates were entirely in Luo Yao’s hands.
"President Luo, these were all self-reported."
Lin Ran thought to himself, "Damn, there are this many?"
"Investigate all the funds thoroughly. Make them spit out every cent they swallowed, then have them sign the statement and get out."
The reason Luo Yao was letting them off wasn’t out of kindness—she just didn’t want unnecessary trouble.
She wouldn’t be staying in Shanghai for long. Soon, she’d likely return to the capital.
Did they really expect her to announce, "I’m sending every one of you to prison"?
And then have these people pester her team endlessly?
For now, she’d throw them a smokescreen, letting them think they were spared.
Once she returned to the capital, her legal team would pay each of them a visit, one by one.
That was Luo Yao’s way of doing things.
Ruthless? Absolutely. But never reckless.
"Thank you, President Luo."
The executives were regretful about losing their high-paying jobs, but more than anything, they felt relieved.
Luo Yao hadn’t wiped them out completely. She’d left them a way out, allowing them to continue "shining" at other companies.
Who said Luo Yao showed no mercy to her enemies? She was practically a saint.
"Ran, what should we have for lunch? Should we go back to the estate or…?"
Lin Ran replied, "Let’s just eat in the cafeteria."
"Alright."
Why the cafeteria? Because it was the perfect place to flaunt their relationship.
Lin Ran had noticed something—Luo Yao loved marking her territory in front of others, as if declaring, "This man is mine."
Since that was the case, he might as well indulge her willingly.
After all, it was something he’d always wanted to do too.
In the capital, everyone in the Luo family knew who he was.
In Shanghai, it had to be the same.
When they arrived at the company cafeteria, it was packed with various food stalls, all serving delicious dishes.
Surrounded by bodyguards, Lin Ran and Luo Yao actually queued up like everyone else.
The other employees were stunned.
The big boss was eating here?
Most executives wouldn’t even glance at the cafeteria—their meals were specially delivered.
Yet here was Luo Yao, the head of the country’s top financial conglomerate, dining in the cafeteria like a regular employee.
And she was even waiting in line? How down-to-earth could she get?
"President Luo, Young Master Lin, would you like to go first?"
Luo Yao remained silent, but Lin Ran waved his hand.
"No need. Here, there’s no hierarchy. We’re all just here to eat. No need to be nervous."
Damn. What a classy President Luo, what a classy Young Master Lin.
"Yao, go sit over there and rest. Tell me what you want, and I’ll get it for you. I’ll feed you once it’s ready."
Feed President Luo?
The employee who had offered to let them cut in had been about to gush praise for Lin Ran’s humility—until those words left his mouth.
He froze on the spot.
Thinking about his own boyfriend, who did nothing but play games, and then looking at Lin Ran…
Tears welled up in the employee’s eyes.
Ugh, just kill me now.
Luo Yao’s expression was icy toward everyone—especially that employee who dared speak to Lin Ran.
But the moment she heard Lin Ran’s words, she instantly transformed into a gentle, doting wife.
"No, I’ll stay here with you."
Lin Ran thought for a moment. "Fine. Then wait here. What do you want to eat?"
"Whatever you’re having."
Well, that answered nothing.
Lin Ran knew Luo Yao had little interest in food—her appetite was practically nonexistent. But he still wanted her to experience different flavors.
So he picked a few dishes based on his own preferences—local Shanghai delicacies that looked appetizing.
The bodyguards carried the trays to their table, and Lin Ran, as usual, began feeding her.
Luo Yao took a delicate bite of the crab roe soup dumpling.
"Look at them! Young Master Lin and President Luo are so in love—he’s even feeding her!"
"What’s the big deal? If my husband were as rich as President Luo, I’d serve him on my knees."
"Ugh, the stench of romance is suffocating. Why can’t my boyfriend be like Young Master Lin?"
"I’d love to talk to them up close. President Luo is my idol! But those bodyguards would never let me near."
"By the time you get close, you’d already be on their hit list."
Hearing the hushed whispers around them, Luo Yao’s lips curled slightly. She took another bite of the soup dumpling, then frowned—but said nothing.
Just as she was about to continue, Lin Ran pulled the chopsticks back.
"Not good? I heard this is a famous local dish. Let me try."
He’d caught her subtle reaction.
At over a hundred yuan per dumpling, even Lin Ran had been shocked by the price.
The stall owner had insisted it was on the house, but Lin Ran wasn’t the type to take advantage. He’d paid anyway.
For that price, it shouldn’t just be edible—it should be delicious.
Then he took a bite.
And immediately regretted it.
The overwhelming fishiness made him question his life choices.
No wonder the auntie had insisted on extra vinegar—it was to mask this horrid taste.
Lin Ran barely stopped himself from spitting it out.
"What the hell is this?"
Disgusting.
He didn’t understand it, but he’d respect it.
Regional cuisine varied, after all.
Even in the capital, there were plenty of terrible dishes. The bigger the city, the faster it became a culinary wasteland.
Luo Yao found Lin Ran’s pained expression adorable. "Not good? It’s fine. I’ll eat anything you feed me."
Lin Ran thought, That frown earlier said otherwise.
"Right… sure."
Then he remembered something Uncle Fu once said:
"That’s because it’s you feeding her, Young Master Lin. And I’m not exaggerating—if you handed her a spoonful of poison, she’d swallow it without hesitation."
Lin Ran shook his head with a wry smile.
"There’s other stuff here. Let’s try those."
After sampling a few more dishes—none of which suited his palate—he finally settled on the wonton soup, which was decent.
So he made sure Luo Yao ate her fill first, then had some wontons himself.
As for the rest? Well, Liu Meng and the others could have them.
After lunch, Lin Ran and Luo Yao returned to the office. The regional manager had already arranged a new one for them.
"President Luo, Young Master Lin, this office may not be as luxurious as the chairman’s suite, but the key point is—Luo Wunai has never set foot here."
That single sentence struck a chord with Luo Yao. Even Liu Meng looked impressed by the regional manager’s insight.
"What’s your name?" Luo Yao asked.
"President Luo, I’m Qi Chengwei."
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."
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!
uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
