How could he have ever been friends with someone like this? What kind of blind fool was he?
"Lin Jian, stop dragging Lin Ran into everything. The mess you're in now is entirely your own doing. And you even pulled that incest crap—disgusting."
Every time he thought about how his former goddess had been with someone like Lin Jian, it made him sick.
What disgusted him the most was that last time at the Pangu Hotel. He couldn’t shake the feeling that Liu Ruxue had left him just to go upstairs and find Lin Jian.
So gross. Absolutely revolting.
"Damn it, are you gonna jump or not? If not, just admit you’re a spineless coward—may your sons be born without assholes, may you get cuckolded every day, may your parents drop dead, may your whole family rot, may your grandparents toil in African sweatshops forever..."
Watching the live stream unfold, Lin Ran, sitting in his villa’s dining room in Shanghai, felt a deep satisfaction.
"Well, Shi Nanci was an idiot before, but at least he’s learned his lesson. There’s hope for him yet."
Uncle Fu nodded in agreement, acknowledging that Shi Nanci had done well this time.
I was planning to take on Lin Jian’s livestream room alone, but who knew a single ‘Grand Gala’ gift would settle it?
Uncle Fu glanced at the data. "Young Master Lin, thanks to your appearance, Shi Nanci’s gift tally for this round hit 100,000. That one Grand Gala of yours might’ve been small, but its impact was huge. Shi Nanci really owes you his thanks."
Lin Ran shrugged. "No need. It’s enough that he’s corrected his mistakes. I’m not out to destroy him—we were classmates once, after all."
Truthfully, Lin Ran had almost forgotten about him. He’d grown far beyond such petty grudges.
Would someone who’s already crossed the finish line mock those still struggling at the starting line?
Lin Ran was aware that Luo Yao had reported Shi Nanci, landing him in trouble. But that was Shi Nanci’s own fault—why spread rumors in the first place?
"Is it mistakes we hate? No. What we hate are those who screw up and still act like they’re untouchable."
Lately, Lin Ran had been paying attention to online trends. Some things kept resurfacing like brainwashing.
"So many people crash and burn, yet some make comebacks while others get banned even with 800 alt accounts. It all comes down to character and attitude. If you own up to your mistakes and face the consequences without evasion, do you really think netizens would keep hounding you?"
Uncle Fu stayed silent. He didn’t entirely agree.
"Actually, Young Master Lin, you could afford to make mistakes. No one could touch you. Worst case, you could just build your own platform."
Lin Ran’s face darkened. He hadn’t expected Uncle Fu to joke like that.
"Smart answer. After all, my wife is Yao Yao. I fear no hardship, right, babe? How long do you think Lin Jian will last?"
Seeing Lin Ran happy made Luo Yao’s heart feel lighter.
"Ah Ran, I want to ask you something."
"What is it?"
"Out of all the Lins, who do you hate the most?"
The most?
Lin Ran pondered. He hated every single one of them.
In his past life, the masterminds behind his death were Lin Jian and Liu Yuemei. But was Lin Tianba blameless?
Lin Ran didn’t know how it felt to be hastily buried in a desolate mountain—he was already dead by then.
But seeing his own ending chilled him to the bone.
That was when he realized his true standing in the Lin family—no affection, no loyalty.
Liu Yuemei and her son had orchestrated it, but Lin Tianba had allowed it to happen.
The wife and son wielded the knife, but the husband was the real murderer.
Sometimes, silent complicity was worse than the act itself.
So Lin Ran’s hatred for Lin Tianba rivaled, even surpassed, his hatred for Liu Yuemei and her son—more than his disdain for Liu Ruxue.
"In the past, I hated Lin Tianba the most."
"And now?"
"Now, I don’t hate anyone. I don’t have time for hatred. Every second is reserved for loving you. The only person I hate now is myself—for not seizing the chance to let you have me sooner."
Luo Yao paused for a moment.
"Perfect answer. I love it."
Lin Ran gently stroked her head. "Besides, if I wanted, I could send the entire Lin family plunging into hell in an instant. After all, I have you."
"But right now, I’d rather watch them squirm like clowns, only to realize the world itself is their nightmare."
As he spoke, Lin Ran pulled out his phone and called one of his bodyguards stationed at a hotel in Beijing.
"Young Master Lin, what are your orders?"
Lin Ran: "Jia Laoban, go stir up some trouble for Lin Jian. But don’t reveal your location."
"Understood."
Hanging up, Jia Laoban grabbed a set of keys from the counter.
Then he leashed the stray dog by the door.
He’d been rotting away these past few days—just gaming and working out at the counter. Finally, Lin Ran’s orders had arrived.
When he reached the room, Lin Jian was still inside, desperately justifying why he wouldn’t jump, refusing to admit fault or call himself a spineless coward.
"Everyone, PK battles between streamers are just for fun. Don’t take the results too seriously. If you like me, show your support by shopping from my store. All products are carefully curated..."
Just as netizens were "lovingly" engaging with Lin Jian, the door unlocked. The entire Lin family turned toward the entrance.
"You lot are being too loud. You’re disturbing my guests. Pack up and get out."
Lin Jian frowned. "We paid for this room! And your soundproofing is crap. Don’t blame us for—"
Jia Laoban’s glare silenced him instantly.
He hadn’t forgotten how this "hotel staff" had treated him last time.
Then, Jia Laoban tugged forward the grimy stray dog and pointed at it.
"One more word, and I’ll slaughter your ‘dad’ here for dinner."
Lin Jian paled. He stared at the dog, and it all came rushing back.
"Woof! Woof! Woof!" (Son, save me!)
Lin Jian gulped.
"Can I just... keep it down?"
Jia Laoban scoffed. "Fine, stay. But it’ll cost you—200 extra per day."
The price was beyond Lin Jian’s means, but he gritted his teeth and agreed.
Jia Laoban eyed Lin Jian's live streaming setup with disdain.
"You call this streaming? You’ve lost all sense of shame. Does your audience know you’ve acknowledged this mutt as your father?"
Without waiting for a reaction, Jia Laoban marched in, dragging the dog, and snatched Lin Jian's live streaming phone, pointing it at the animal.
"Everyone, behold! This is the streamer’s dad—he admitted it himself. I’ve got video proof, which I’ll upload later. Feel free to download and share."
He snorted.
"I’m taking your ‘dad’ with me. Don’t forget to pay up."
Then, out of the camera’s view, he kicked Lin Jian.
"Ah—!" Lin Jian howled, collapsing to the floor.
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!
