Luo Yao: "Is this your first day following me? What kind of weird noise is that?"
Liu Meng immediately explained, "I'm sorry, President Luo. Take a look at this."
Liu Meng directly handed over the tablet. Luo Yao took it and was momentarily stunned.
On the screen was a person's profile—quite intriguing.
"Good. Dig deeper into this. Find out what this woman is really up to."
"Understood."
Even if Luo Yao hadn't said so, Liu Meng would have investigated further.
A woman with such an identity working at a branch of Luo Corporation—what exactly was she planning?
The car returned to the estate, where Jiang Feihua stood in front of the villa to greet them. Luo Yao glanced at her but said nothing.
Entering the villa, the servants naturally prepared slippers for them.
In the kitchen, Luo Yao intended to cook with Lin Ran.
Lin Ran agreed but didn’t let Luo Yao handle the utensils, only assigning her the task of prepping ingredients.
Time passed, and soon a table full of delicious-looking dishes was served.
The two of them stared at the food in silence before simultaneously glancing at Uncle Fu.
Uncle Fu's eyes flickered. "Young Master Lin, Miss, would you like someone to taste-test your cooking?"
Jiang Feihua, who had been watching Uncle Fu's easy rapport with the masters with discomfort, suddenly saw an opportunity.
"I'll do it."
This time, though Luo Yao's gaze remained icy, she surprisingly nodded in agreement.
Jiang Feihua felt gratified. She hadn’t expected Uncle Fu to pass up such a chance to flatter them—how had he even become the butler?
No matter how the food tasted, she’d shower them with praise. Who didn’t like being complimented?
Even Luo Yao.
And her flattery wasn’t just empty words—it was an art.
Time to show Uncle Fu the power of eloquence.
With practiced elegance, she picked up a small piece of stir-fried chicken with her chopsticks, placed it on a small plate, and took a delicate bite.
Jiang Feihua froze.
"This…"
It wasn’t just good—it was beyond her expectations.
She had assumed that Luo Yao, a pampered heiress, and Lin Ran, raised in luxury, couldn’t possibly cook well. At best, the dishes might look presentable.
But this was far better than she’d imagined.
"I must say, Miss Luo and Young Master Lin’s stir-fried chicken is the best I’ve ever tasted. The aroma, the perfect balance of spices, the lingering aftertaste—it’s so well-cooked that just one bite could make anyone happy. If a depressed person ate this, I bet they’d feel better instantly!"
"Not only is it delicious, but it’s also good for health—"
Luo Yao’s gaze sharpened like a blade. "Finished?"
Jiang Feihua stiffened and immediately lowered her head.
"If you’re done, try the other dishes."
Not daring to disobey, Jiang Feihua sampled the rest of the dishes, each time with the same refined manners.
She had initially thought Lin Ran might just be good at stir-fried chicken, but every dish was exceptional.
As a professional manager, she had tasted plenty of gourmet food, yet Lin Ran’s skills rivaled those of top-tier chefs.
She wasn’t exaggerating—she genuinely found the food delicious.
But if the food was so good, why wasn’t she allowed to praise it?
Wasn’t the point of tasting to get feedback?
After finishing, Jiang Feihua offered a polite smile.
"Miss Luo, Young Master Lin, the food is excellent. You may eat now."
She figured keeping it simple would avoid Luo Yao’s irritation.
Surely that couldn’t be wrong.
Yet, to her surprise, the masters didn’t touch their chopsticks. Even Uncle Fu watched her calmly.
Under the trio’s gaze, Jiang Feihua’s confidence wavered. Was she making another mistake?
Had they discovered something?
She expected them to say something, but they remained silent, staring at her for a full five minutes.
Jiang Feihua was on the verge of breaking. Who could endure such scrutiny without fear?
Cold sweat trickled down her back. Should she kneel and confess?
The sweat grew heavier, her discomfort mounting.
Until she realized—something was seriously wrong.
She couldn’t take their stares anymore. She felt dizzy.
And then, she collapsed.
"Miss Luo, Young Master Lin… I… I think I’m sick."
Uncle Fu looked unsurprised. Lin Ran sighed. Luo Yao coldly said, "Send her to the hospital."
The estate had private doctors, but they were for the masters. Sending Jiang Feihua to a public hospital was perfectly reasonable.
After Jiang Feihua was taken away, Lin Ran shook his head in disbelief.
"Yao Yao, your cooking is terrifying. I watched you prep every step, and I was the main chef, yet you still managed to send someone to the hospital. How do you do it?"
Luo Yao was silent for a moment. Even she didn’t know.
Last time in the capital, when Uncle Fu had collapsed, she’d even sent the food for inspection—the results came back: "No issues."
Yet people still couldn’t eat it.
"Maybe the heavens sent you, A’Ran, to love me so I don’t have to cook?"
Luo Yao cracking a joke?
Lin Ran had truly lived to see the day. He chuckled. "You’re right. From now on, I’ll cook for you. Just sit back and enjoy."
To stay safe, they stuck to dishes Luo Yao hadn’t touched.
Suddenly, Uncle Fu’s earpiece buzzed. His brow furrowed.
"Young Master Lin, Miss Luo—Lin Tianba and his son have gone live."
Lin Ran was stunned. "What? Who’s live?"
He wondered if he’d misheard.
"Lin Tianba and Lin Jian, along with Liu Yuemei—all three are on camera."
Lin Ran nearly laughed out loud.
"What a joke. Every nobody wants a piece of the influencer pie now, huh? Project the livestream. Perfect entertainment for dinner."
Even Luo Yao chewed her food thoughtfully, as if the meal had suddenly gained flavor.
Uncle Fu smoothly cast the livestream onto the dining room’s projector screen, dimming the lights.
"As long as netizens have half a brain, Lin Tianba’s going to get roasted into oblivion."
The moment the stream appeared, Lin Jian’s face filled the screen.
The background was a mess—Lin Jian had deliberately obscured any clues to their location.
Not a single window was visible, hiding any outdoor scenery.
The stream had been running for over ten minutes—it started while Jiang Feihua was taste-testing.
"Trying to play the victim card for clout?" Lin Ran saw through Lin Jian’s scheme instantly.
"Interesting. Let’s see what nonsense they’re up to."
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.
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.
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
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!
