"How can she compare to you? She doesn't stand a chance at all. She's just cute, but you—you're not only cute, you're also my love."
Only then did Luo Yao retract her icy demeanor.
"President Luo, Lu Youqi has personally driven to the estate to invite you to the Lu Family residence. Will you see him?"
Lin Ran and Luo Yao exchanged glances, both wearing expressions that said, "Just as expected."
"Ah Ran, it seems he’s truly desperate."
Last time, Luo Yao had made it clear that if he wanted a meeting, he’d have to come in person. Later, Chen Buhui arrived, and today, Wang Xiaolin showed up.
Finally, though belatedly, Lu Youqi made his appearance.
"Then let’s go meet the so-called 'first family of Shanghai.'"
"Fine. Tell him to wait in the villa’s living room."
By the time they returned to the villa, Lu Youqi had already been waiting for quite some time.
He was chatting idly with Chen Qingtian.
"Qingtian is a rising star in the entertainment industry, her acting skills are nothing short of mesmerizing—even an old man like me gets lost in admiration."
Chen Qingtian rolled her eyes. She had no interest in entertaining this old man’s small talk.
The moment Lu Youqi walked in and saw her playing games on the sofa, he had started rambling incessantly.
"My acting is as laughable as a pig’s, yet you call it mesmerizing? Patriarch Lu, you really are something—a true master of verbal flattery, you sly old fox."
Chen Qingtian didn’t even glance up from her gaming device as she replied.
Lu Youqi maintained a refined smile, but his irritation was simmering beneath the surface.
Chen Qingtian was just a junior from the Chen Family. Sure, the Chen Family had political influence, but the Lu Family wasn’t to be trifled with either.
Why was everyone connected to Lin Ran so blunt? None of them knew how to respect their elders.
Even if Chen Qingtian’s grandfather, Chen Xiao, were here, he wouldn’t dare speak to him like this.
"Qingtian is quite spirited. I like that. I won’t hold it against you—"
Finally, Chen Qingtian set down her device, took a deep breath, and prepared to unleash her verbal barrage.
"Who said you could ‘not hold it against me’? Go ahead, hold it against me! I’d love to know what exactly you plan to hold against me. That you disturbed my gaming? Or that you tried to butter me up? ‘Qingtian this, Qingtian that’—since when are we so close?"
"If you want to flatter someone, go find my sister-in-law. Don’t waste your efforts on the wrong person. I don’t have any money to tip you."
Lu Youqi’s smile stiffened, his anger teetering on the edge of eruption.
Why were young people nowadays so disrespectful and reckless?
He was eighty years old—old enough to be her grandfather—yet she dared speak to him with such insolence?
Just as Lu Youqi was about to teach Chen Qingtian a lesson, Lin Ran’s voice cut in.
"Patriarch Lu, I’d advise you to talk less with my cousin. Her tongue is even sharper than mine."
Lin Ran and Luo Yao walked into the villa just in time to witness the exchange between Lu Youqi and Chen Qingtian.
"Haha, President Luo, Young Master Lin! This old man came unannounced—please forgive the intrusion."
"If you knew it was an intrusion, why come at all?" Luo Yao’s voice was frosty.
Lu Youqi choked back his frustration. These youngsters had no sense of respect, and their words cut deep.
"President Luo, you misunderstand. After all, we are business partners. Today, I’ve prepared a grand banquet at the Lu Family residence, and I sincerely hope you’ll honor us with your presence."
Luo Yao and Lin Ran exchanged another glance before Lin Ran spoke.
"You invite us… and we’re just supposed to go? What about our dignity?"
Lu Youqi smiled confidently. "Young Master Lin, President Luo, I’ve prepared a generous gift for you at the Lu Family residence—one that will surely satisfy you. And my unfilial son is waiting there to offer you both a sincere apology."
Lu Youqi had always assumed his relationship with Luo Yao was purely competitive, with only minor clashes during their last two encounters.
Besides, at the Li Family banquet, Luo Yao had been the one to strike first.
Even after learning his granddaughter Lu Xiangting had her tongue cut out, he hadn’t made a fuss.
If anything, Luo Yao should owe him a favor for that.
So why was he here? Two reasons: First, he was afraid and wanted to end the feud.
Second, his youngest granddaughter, Lu Xiangshi—an avid shipper of Lin Ran and Luo Yao—had analyzed Luo Yao’s hostility and personality for him.
Only then did Lu Youqi realize: Luo Yao was a full-blown yandere.
Lu Xiangshi, well-versed in fandom culture, had explained the concept in detail.
After understanding, Lu Youqi was stunned—he’d truly lived long enough to see everything.
No wonder Luo Yao had reacted so violently to Lu Xiangting’s provocations. It all boiled down to Lu Xiangting saying the wrong things.
Thus, Lu Youqi immediately ordered Lu Lutong to prepare at the Lu Family residence while he personally came to invite Luo Yao—both to apologize and negotiate a truce.
"An apology?"
"Indeed. I’ve instructed my worthless son to await your arrival so he can offer his sincerest regrets."
Originally, Lu Youqi had considered dragging his son over by force, but he worried about gossip if outsiders saw. So, he decided to host the apology at the Lu Family residence.
More importantly, it was the only way to get Luo Yao to come.
Once, he had looked down on her. Now, he wouldn’t dare.
Luo Yao saw right through his little scheme. She turned to Lin Ran.
"Ah Ran, do you want to go?"
Lin Ran smirked. "Last time, your two grandsons offended me too."
Lu Youqi didn’t hesitate. "Lu Lutong, Lu Xiangdai, Lu Xiangji, Lu Xiangting—even Lu Ludu—are all there. Once you arrive, handle them as you see fit. I won’t utter a single word of protest."
Lu Ludu hadn’t provoked Luo Yao during this trip to Shanghai, but he had in the past.
Though Luo Yao had already broken his bones as punishment back then, Lu Youqi had no qualms about sacrificing him again to appease her.
After all, Lu Ludu was the family’s designated scapegoat. Might as well make himself useful before taking the fall.
"Really? We can do whatever we want?"
Lu Youqi nodded solemnly. "Even if you cut out all their tongues, I won’t say ‘no.’ I, Lu Youqi, swear on this. If I break my word, may my entire family die horribly."
Huh?
Lin Ran thought, "Isn’t that my line?"
Suddenly, Lin Ran was intrigued. But he still deferred to Luo Yao, who responded with her usual domineering flair.
"Since Patriarch Lu has extended such a sincere invitation, I’ll grant you this face. Let’s see what kind of scheme the Lu Family is brewing."
Lu Youqi’s eye twitched, but he swallowed his anger and kept his composure.
Chen Qingtian suddenly raised her hand. "Me! Me! Take me with you! I want to see the Lu Family residence too. May I, Patriarch Lu?"
Lu Youqi, ever the diplomat, acted as if their earlier clash never happened.
"Of course. You’re Young Master Lin’s cousin—you’re more than welcome to join."

young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."

lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."

transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”

] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"