"After all, you can know a person's face but not their heart. When the price is right, anything can be sold—even betraying one's country isn't unheard of." Wang Dacong shrugged with an air of indifference.
"Young Master Wang, your family's situation isn't looking too good these days. I heard your father is planning to list two more plazas for sale."
Wang Dacong scoffed, "The Wang family isn’t like the Li Family. We may sell properties, shares, or land, but we’d never betray our country or our partners."
Li Chifen happened to step out just in time to hear Wang Dacong’s remark, and his face instantly darkened.
Seems like it’s time to have a word with Old Wang and tell his son to keep his mouth shut in public.
Meanwhile, Luo Yao and the others had already left the estate. This time, not a single person dared to block their car at the gate—everyone scrambled to the sides, obediently letting them pass.
"Some people just need a good beating to face reality," Liu Meng mused.
Luo Yao rested with her eyes closed. "Some people still won’t get it even after a beating."
If violence alone could make people see the truth, there wouldn’t be so many delusional fools in the world.
Today’s events left Lin Ran inexplicably exhilarated. Was going out with Luo Yao always this thrilling?
Yesterday in Shanghai, they’d flipped a dining table.
During the day, they’d completely reshuffled the corporate branch.
And tonight, they’d crashed the Li Family’s banquet, only to stroll out unscathed.
The only casualty was the Rolls-Royce hood ornament, still embedded in Li Chifen’s forehead.
Hearing Liu Meng and Luo Yao’s reflections, Lin Ran couldn’t help but add his own.
"Some people… they need to die once before they understand."
He was talking about himself—he wouldn’t have learned to love properly without that death.
Liu Meng and Luo Yao both turned to stare at Lin Ran, puzzled by his words.
Realizing his slip, Lin Ran quickly corrected himself.
"What I mean is, those who can’t see reality won’t learn how to behave unless they’re forced to face death."
He was still projecting. Liu Meng and Luo Yao kept staring silently.
"Ahem… I meant they’re asking for it."
"Oh, right. Young Master Lin makes a good point."
That, at least, Liu Meng understood.
By the time they returned to the estate, it was past eight in the evening. Liu Meng had already arranged for dinner to be prepared—after all, Lin Ran had flipped the table at the Li Family’s place, leaving everyone hungry.
Jiang Feihua, ever the attentive host, escorted them to the dining room. The moment they saw the table, both nodded in approval.
Noticing their reactions, Jiang Feihua sighed in relief. The meal she’d treated Uncle Fu to yesterday hadn’t been in vain—the masters were clearly satisfied.
This time, the servants brought out the dishes. Lin Ran had intended to sit across from Luo Yao, but she surprised him by settling onto his lap instead.
"Feed me, A’Ran."
Turning her head slightly, Luo Yao’s gaze made Lin Ran’s heart swell with sweetness.
The imported ingredients tasted just as exquisite as before.
The servants, already bracing for another round of affection overload (yesterday’s display had been more than enough), were still caught off guard by Lin Ran’s boldness. Some even flushed red.
"Young Miss and Young Master Lin are really… unrestrained."
Others thought: Alright, alright, you’re really treating us like we’re not even here. Can I sneak a peek?
"Why does something so embarrassing look so sweet when they do it?"
"Probably because of their looks. Both of them are drop-dead gorgeous."
"Young Miss is almost done eating… and so am I."
Even Jiang Feihua kept her head down, overwhelmed by the sheer audacity of their public displays.
But at least they approved of her table arrangement.
A sly glint flickered in her eyes.
"…" She bit back her words just in time.
Uncle Fu had warned her: never interrupt when Young Miss and Young Master Lin were dining. No dish explanations, no unnecessary chatter.
The kitchen had prepared an excessive spread—so much that even Lin Ran found it wasteful. The table was too small, forcing dishes to be served in batches.
Back in Beijing, Uncle Fu would never allow such extravagance.
We may be rich, but we don’t waste.
"Next time, fewer dishes will do. No need for this much."
"Understood, Young Master Lin." Finally, Jiang Feihua found an opening to speak.
"Young Miss, Young Master Lin, how did you find tonight’s dishes?"
The professional manager was polished, courteous, and refined—yet Lin Ran couldn’t bring himself to like her.
After his rebirth, Lin Ran had gained one crucial ability: his instincts were rarely wrong.
Something about Jiang Feihua was off.
Of course, he trusted Luo Yao already knew.
Uncle Fu’s presence here confirmed it.
He was supposed to be guarding the Beijing estate.
"Food just needs to be fresh and nutritious. We’re not food critics, and my wife only has one requirement."
Jiang Feihua’s eyes lit up—this was valuable intel. "What requirement?"
"That I’m the one feeding her."
Lin Ran’s answer short-circuited Jiang Feihua’s brain.
Despite being in her forties, she’d never married.
Why? Two reasons:
Men beneath her standards were beneath her.
Men above her standards didn’t want her.
And so, time had slipped away. Even now, she refused to lower her criteria.
Lin Ran’s relentless flaunting finally broke her. Internally, she screamed: Stop showing off, damn it!
Outwardly, she smiled. "Young Master Lin truly adores Young Miss."
It was the only sentence Luo Yao had ever approved of from her since arriving in Shanghai.
"A’Ran, I’m full."
Lin Ran had eaten plenty while feeding her and was satisfied too.
"Me too. Let’s rest?"
Luo Yao nodded. Today had been exhausting.
Though it was late, sleeping right after eating was unhealthy.
So in bed, Lin Ran personally gave Luo Yao a digestion-aiding massage.
And a womb-warming one, too.
He wasn’t a professional, just mimicking what he’d seen in short videos.
Some might ask: Why not hire an expert when you’re this rich?
But for a yandere, anyone else so much as glancing below the neck was a crime—let alone touching.
Seeing the fine beads of sweat on Lin Ran’s forehead, Luo Yao softened. "A’Ran, this is enough. I feel better already."
Lin Ran checked his phone. "No. I’ll finish properly."
He was tired, but massaging his wife was tiring in the best way.
Plus, he had ulterior motives.
"Yao Yao, your skin is so soft."
"Feels amazing."
"Perfect everywhere."
"So smooth, so tender."
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)
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s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
o a martial world and obtained a system that allowed him to draw one entry per year. Unfortunately, all he drew were useless white-tier entries. The probability for high-quality entries was extremely low, with the highest-tier mythic entry having a mere 0.001% chance! To increase the probability, he had to improve his martial realm, but he lacked the innate talent for cultivation. At the age of eighteen, Chen Yi fell into the hands of a gang and was forced into hard labor. Just as his life seemed destined for a bleak end, on his 18th entry draw, he actually pulled a mythic entry—Simulator! In the simulation, he could also draw one entry every year that passed, and upon ending the simulation, he would inherit all entries and his martial realm! In his first simulation, Chen Yi struggled desperately just to survive, knowing that living one more year meant one more entry draw! Finally, with hair turned white, he drew the entry he had longed for—Low-Grade Innate Talent! "Hahaha! Don't bully the old and poor! Time to cultivate and inherit my cultivation base!" ... From then on, Chen Yi continuously simulated and drew entries, his martial realm soaring higher and higher! Epic, legendary, and even mythic entries were gathered into his collection one after another! "What demon race or devil race? What dark turmoil? I don't know anything about that. They just charged at me screaming 'How can you possibly ascend to immortality?!' and got stuck to my fists, unable to be shaken off. Blind spots, speed bumps... go talk to my simulator. We're all struggling to survive out here. I'm trying so hard, so how are they still alive?"
