Lin Ran shrugged and said to Chen Buhui,
"You see, everyone shares the same attitude toward you."
Chen Buhui finally couldn’t take it anymore.
"Fine, you two ungrateful brats just wait. And you, Luo Corporation—thinking you’ll get the tech city project? Keep dreaming."
Luo Yao: "Can you take responsibility for your words?"
"Why wouldn’t I?"
Luo Yao glanced at Uncle Fu.
"Extract this surveillance footage and send it to the authorities."
Chen Buhui froze on the spot, stunned by Luo Yao’s assertiveness.
"President Luo, I—I was just speaking out of anger earlier."
"Can you communicate properly now?"
"Yes, yes."
"Who’s the ungrateful brat?"
"No one, I was just talking nonsense."
"Can you leave now?"
"I’ll go right away."
Chen Buhui left with Liu in tow, the latter utterly bewildered.
So, what was the point of coming here today?
Just to get humiliated?
After leaving, Chen Buhui remained silent the entire way.
"Professor Chen, don’t dwell on it. We’re in research—everything else is trivial."
Chen Buhui nodded. Upon returning to her residence, she made a phone call.
At the manor.
"Sis-in-law, thank you for driving that old hag away."
"I didn’t do it for you. It was for A’Ran."
Chen Qingtian: "..."
"Please, sis-in-law, teach me how to do business. I don’t want to act anymore."
Lin Ran: "???"
"Your boss is right here. If you want to break your contract, prepare the penalty fee first."
Chen Qingtian: "Dear cousin, my dreams are priceless. You wouldn’t crush them with money, would you?"
Lin Ran was both amused and exasperated. He’d always suspected Chen Qingtian’s brain worked differently—her logic was anything but ordinary.
Her language could be crude, but her blunt, carefree personality made it hard to dislike her.
"My wife hates people who can’t commit. A fickle woman like you trying to corrupt her? Get out of here."
Chen Qingtian didn’t budge, staring pitifully at the couple.
Luo Yao: "Want to make money?"
"Yes."
"Fine. I’ll set up a film company for you under Nuan Yao Media. You’ll be the CEO while keeping your current career."
Chen Qingtian’s eyes instantly lit up. "Really?"
Lin Ran: "???"
Luo Yao nodded.
"Really. And you can recruit all the pretty girls from Nuan Yao Media as your talent pool. Pick the most capable and attractive ones—packaging celebrities doesn’t require much skill. With enough capital backing, even a pig could succeed."
Chen Qingtian suddenly felt life was worth living again.
"Sis-in-law, you’re my savior. But let me clarify—I may be a star, but I’m not a pig."
She nearly dropped to her knees in gratitude.
Could she start her own company? Of course.
But having a corporate giant as a springboard was a whole different game.
Chen Qingtian was already fantasizing about hiring a bunch of young, handsome actors. Sitting in her office, coaching a different pretty boy every day—what a life.
Glancing around the manor, she imagined owning a mansion like this someday.
"This villa is huge. Can I pick a room to rest in?"
With Luo Yao’s permission, Chen Qingtian practically skipped with joy. If Wu Zhishang didn’t summon her back, she might stay in Shanghai for a long time.
At dinner, Chen Qingtian chattered nonstop like a songbird.
"Wow, sis-in-law, this food is amazing. You have no idea what I’ve endured in Shanghai—those crew meals are inedible. But I have to eat them, or people will accuse me of being a diva."
"Being a star seems glamorous, but the hardships? Unimaginable. I’m lucky—my background protects me. Other women trying to stay ‘untainted’ in this industry? A pipe dream."
The more she talked, the more animated she became. As a celebrity, her stories naturally revolved around showbiz.
"Our assistant director is a tyrant—yells at people like they’re dogs. Worse, he ‘discusses scripts’ with actresses at midnight. Thank goodness I’m a Chen—he wouldn’t dare touch me."
"But sis-in-law, you’re incredible. Our whole crew was buzzing about you exposing the Li family. Even I didn’t know the industry could be this explosive..."
Lin Ran finally set down his chopsticks.
"Cousin, we don’t have a ‘no talking at meals’ rule, but you’re overdoing it."
Chen Qingtian muttered, "I’m just talking. You..."
Suddenly, she froze. Lin Ran had just peeled a shrimp, fed it to Luo Yao, then wiped the corner of her mouth with his finger.
"Ugh, what kind of couple cruelty—no, single-beauty cruelty is this?"
Lin Ran’s gaze stayed on Luo Yao as he replied,
"You, a manless single woman, dreaming of raising ten or eight toy boys? Show me one first, then talk."
Chen Qingtian: "..."
That hurt.
"So men can be this devoted? Suddenly, ten or eight isn’t enough—I need more who love me like this."
Luo Yao / Lin Ran: "..."
Lin Ran: "How delusional. You think you deserve love?"
Chen Qingtian said earnestly, "Of course. I may want many lovers, but I’m not a heartbreaker—I just want to give them all a home."
Lin Ran’s face darkened. "Hah... well, I hope your dream comes true. But stay away from my wife."
"Afraid I’ll corrupt her?"
"Afraid she’ll kill you."
Chen Qingtian corrupting Luo Yao? A pipe dream.
Luo Yao was a textbook yandere—obsessed with Lin Ran alone.
Luo Yao gazed at Lin Ran with adoration, her eyes full of longing. She needed an outlet.
"A’Ran, let’s rest early."
"Okay."
Chen Qingtian mumbled between bites, "So early? What’s wrong with you?"
The nearby maids blushed.
The young mistress could be... loud.
"A’Ran, I... I want..." Luo Yao suddenly bit Lin Ran’s shoulder, as if his blood nourished her.
Moonlight drapes silken gowns,
Whispers sweet in tender sounds.
Strings in harmony entwine,
Lovebirds dream in sheets divine.
What poetry.
Late at night, too excited to sleep in such luxury, Chen Qingtian sneaked out alone.
Not wanting to disturb anyone, she wandered outside to admire the manor’s nightscape.
Even the round-the-clock staff didn’t notice her leaving.
lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
