Lin Ran could cook, but there was still some gap compared to professional chefs. Even so, he still received praise from the chefs.
It wasn’t flattery—they genuinely thought Lin Ran was quite skilled.
Lin Ran himself felt a little embarrassed. Here were actual professional chefs assisting him, an amateur.
"It’s alright. My wife just likes it when I cook for her myself. Oh, by the way, could you prepare that papaya for me? I’ll blend it myself later..."
By the time Lin Ran finished all the dishes Luo Yao had requested, Luo Yao had just returned to the villa.
The moment she saw Lin Ran, she suddenly felt a pang of guilt.
She had ordered so much—Ah Ran must be exhausted.
But Lin Ran wasn’t overthinking it anymore. After his realization the night before, he had let go.
Why bother overcomplicating things? He would just love Luo Yao boldly and freely, the way she liked it.
"Dinner’s ready, honey. Wait for me at the dining table—I’ll be right there."
Luo Yao obediently sat upright at the dining table. When Lin Ran arrived, he immediately lit the candles on the table.
"It’s not even nighttime. Why light candles?"
Lin Ran smirked. "Who says candlelight is only for dinner? Every meal with you can have it, whenever we want."
Then he called out to the air, "Smart Home System, close all the lights and curtains for me."
"Understood, Master."
After staying here for the past couple of days, Lin Ran had gotten the hang of the smart home features.
Now, he felt the staff here were somewhat redundant.
They barely did anything—just stood around—yet received hefty monthly salaries.
This kind of job was practically a worker’s paradise.
Before meeting Luo Yao, back when he hadn’t fallen out with the Lin family, Lin Ran had often wished for such a cushy job with high pay.
Who would’ve thought that after meeting Luo Yao, he’d become the one providing such jobs and salaries?
This kind of reversal wasn’t just unimaginable—he wouldn’t have dared dream of it.
The curtains automatically closed, the lights dimmed, leaving only the flickering candlelight on the table, casting dancing shadows on their faces.
If a painter were here, it would’ve been another masterpiece.
Of course, Uncle Fu thoughtfully captured the moment and sent the photo to Lin Ran.
Jiang Feihua frowned, feeling Uncle Fu was being a bit impolite.
But Lin Ran was thoroughly pleased with Uncle Fu’s initiative and admired the photo closely.
"Lin Ran held up a piece of steak with chopsticks, feeding it to Luo Yao. She bit down on the chopsticks, her gaze never leaving Lin Ran’s face. The flickering candlelight painted an ethereal glow across their features..."
[Since everyone has their own image of Luo Yao and Lin Ran in their minds, no illustration will be provided this time. Let the words above fuel your imagination.]
Lin Ran was stunned. "You… you’re actually this good at capturing moments?"
Uncle Fu chuckled.
"Young Master Lin, look how well I photographed you. Now compare it to the ones you took of me."
Lin Ran nodded. "Next time, I’ll make sure to take a better one of you."
He immediately set the photo as his wallpaper. Luo Yao watched his actions quietly, warmth blooming in her heart.
Lately, even Liu Meng had remarked that Luo Yao seemed less icy when she wasn’t in one of her frenzied moods.
All of this was because of Lin Ran.
Of course, when she did lose her temper, she was still as terrifying as ever.
After the candlelit lunch, the couple got into the car.
Yesterday’s Rolls-Royce had its hood ornament damaged, so today they simply switched to another one.
Liu Meng was already handing Luo Yao documents on the tablet as soon as they got in.
"The bidding for Huaxia’s New Tech City project has drawn many competitors, but realistically, only three have the strength to win—either Samsung and the three major families, the collective bid from the South China New Commerce Alliance, or, most likely, us."
Luo Yao wasn’t concerned about who would win. She only cared about their current funds and how solid their follow-up plans were.
"A few days ago, our large-scale fund transfer to the Shanghai branch already drew dissatisfaction from the Big Four banks."
Only then did Luo Yao open her eyes.
"And what are they dissatisfied about? The authorities already approved it. Do they think they can overturn that?"
Liu Meng lowered her head. "The headquarters contacted our finance team today. They want to… negotiate the funds."
Luo Yao scoffed. "How amusing. Bargaining with us? After this trip, we’ll register our own banks. Once we transfer all external funds there, we won’t need to ‘negotiate’ with them anymore."
That was Luo Yao’s way—never giving others room to haggle.
With her power, no capital could oppose her anymore.
Did the Big Four banks have money? Of course—more than Luo Yao.
But was that money theirs? No. It belonged to the state.
Yet some branch managers, drunk on their petty authority, dared to demand more benefits.
Luo Yao would make sure they heard a firm no.
Liu Meng frowned. "But… the authorities might not approve, right?"
Luo Yao arched a brow. "They will. We can generate higher profits, increase tax revenue, and stimulate even greater economic growth. This bank will focus solely on commercial partnerships, with Lin Ran as the major shareholder."
Lin Ran nearly choked on air beside her.
Listening to this was already nerve-wracking. He had never pried into Luo Yao’s true influence, though he’d always had a rough estimate.
Turns out, he’d still underestimated her.
She could strong-arm the banks? Even break away to establish her own?
What kind of power was this?
And not just some small bank—she was aiming to compete with state-owned enterprises.
Most shockingly… he would be the bank’s owner?!
This… this…
This wasn’t in the original storyline at all.
Whatever. Just end it. The world had officially become something Lin Ran couldn’t comprehend.
"How about ‘Ah Ran Bank’?"
Lin Ran’s face darkened. "That’s a bit too on-the-nose. People might think I’m showing off."
"Then ‘Warm Yao Bank.’ I think that’s more subtle," Luo Yao suggested.
At this point, Lin Ran had given up trying to dissuade her. It was futile.
The more lavish the gifts he accepted, the more at ease Luo Yao felt.
That was just how their dynamic worked.
After a pause, he nodded.
"That name works. It’s direct—shows how much I love you."
Their conversation sent shockwaves through Liu Meng’s mind, equivalent to a magnitude-12 earthquake.
This wasn’t just love—it was like cutting off your own flesh to feed your lover. Absurd. Staggering.
Liu Meng almost wanted to cry. How she wished she could be as domineering as Luo Yao, overwhelming men with sheer wealth.
Maybe… this was the true meaning of making money.
"Ah Ran, once we’re at the grand hall later, if you see anyone you dislike, just tell me. I’ll deal with them."
Lin Ran gave her a strange look.
"…Are you planning to stir up trouble?"
"Who knows?"
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.
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
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!
