"Young Master Lin, I'm willing to return to the capital with you."
Hearing Abu's response, Luo Yao spoke calmly, "I'll send someone else over."
Just then, Lin Ran's phone rang. Pulling it out, he saw a WeChat message from Wu Zhishang:
[Bro Lin, your work is amazing, but netizens are going wild over it.]
Puzzled, Lin Ran opened his Douyin backend and scrolled to the proposal video he had posted.
As he skimmed through the comments, Luo Yao leaned in to look as well.
"You're interested in this too?"
"If Ah Ran likes it, then I want to see it too."
Soon, they noticed hundreds of thousands of comments flooding the section.
【ThreeYinVsLuBu】: Wait, I don’t get it—didn’t they already get their marriage certificate? Why the proposal now?
【NoPlayboyNoFee】: I know this! In China, some people hold weddings before registering, some after. But whether before or after, we Chinese consider the wedding day as the real milestone.
【MyMoralCodeIsOff】: The backdrop is so romantic, the couple is gorgeous, and the setup must’ve cost a fortune. Is this true love?
【He’sJustAKid】: Lin Ran’s flaunting his happiness here, but has he considered what his father and family are going through right now? And isn’t this just a waste of resources?
【RightHandGirlfriend】: WTF? Who let this troll in? Did he waste YOUR money? If you’re so virtuous, go help the Lin family yourself.
Lin Ran frowned. The comment from 【He’sJustAKid】 had surprisingly high likes—was this meant to provoke him?
He typed a reply directly under it:
【How about crowdfunding a plane ticket for your intellectual disability? Head to Paris, find your spot at Notre-Dame, and never leave home again.】
Netizens erupted at the response.
【ThanksForTheTips】: LOL, the author just roasted him.
【PowerOfLove】: OMG, caught Lin Ran in the wild! Luck’s on my side—Young Master Lin, any chance I could get a yandere too?
【WhereAreTheUpdates】: Careful, dude, or you’ll get a lawyer’s letter.
Lin Ran chuckled and closed his phone.
Unlike most young people, he rarely used his phone.
At most, he’d spend ten minutes daily scrolling for juicy gossip—nothing interesting? He’d move on.
Even the algorithm knew his preferences, feeding him trending topics the moment he opened the app.
"These netizens are kinda cute," Lin Ran mused.
Luo Yao shot him a piercing glance.
"No matter how cute they are, can they compare to your Yao Yao?"
Lin Ran instantly braced himself—the interrogation had begun.
"Never. Not a chance. Even if all seven billion people combined, they wouldn’t hold a candle to you."
Luo Yao paused. "Ah Ran, that’s pushing it."
"Not at all. To me, they’re cute, but you’re my love. Don’t you believe me?"
No one resists sweet talk—not even Luo Yao.
Hearing such "heartwarming" (nauseating) words, even a yandere would melt.
"I believe you."
Up front, Abu remained unfazed. As a top-tier bodyguard, his emotional resilience was unshakable.
Two days flew by, marking the end of their Tibet trip.
By the time Lin Ran returned to the capital, it was already mid-month.
During this time, another incident occurred—minor to Luo Yao’s circle, but significant in impact.
Park Gukgi, the heir to Samsung, had gone missing in China. Many linked it to Luo Yao, given Samsung’s rivalry with her.
After all, the alliance’s three major families had either been absorbed or destroyed—why would Samsung escape unscathed?
They weren’t wrong. Luo Yao was indeed involved, albeit indirectly.
"Yao Yao, I still don’t get why you leaked Park Gukgi’s whereabouts and even provided manpower to help."
The "her" Lin Ran referred to was Qian Yinshang.
During Park Gukgi’s abduction, Luo Yao hadn’t participated directly but had supplied two critical pieces of intel:
First, she’d revealed the car’s movements, hoping Qian Yinshang would capture Park Bo-gi instead.
Second, she’d subtly hinted at Shanghai’s underground networks—without which Qian Yinshang’s flimsy local connections would’ve failed.
Now, Qian Yinshang and her son were back in South Korea, locked in a power struggle with Park Bo-gi.
As for Park Gukgi? Vanished without a trace.
"Technically, this has nothing to do with me. I just shared some info—the actual crime was theirs. I’m not even guilty of instigation."
Luo Yao couldn’t care less. Even if traced back to her, her status and influence made such concerns trivial.
"As for why I helped? Simple—to topple Samsung."
Her calculations were spot-on. South Korea wasn’t just seeing a spike in suicides; its economy was destabilizing, and Samsung’s major U.S. shareholders were preparing to oust Park Bo-gi.
"Their crown prince is missing, their China ventures collapsed, and with our earlier stock market attacks, Samsung’s hanging by a thread."
"Still, it’s not enough. Had Qian Yinshang taken Park Bo-gi instead, Samsung would’ve fallen harder."
Lin Ran gained newfound respect for Luo Yao’s ruthlessness.
Better not cross my wife—she’s terrifying.
"But Samsung’s still standing."
"It’ll crumble soon."
Lin Ran: ???
"How?"
Luo Yao’s voice turned icy.
"Ah Ran, why focus on that? Why not care about me?"
Defeated, Lin Ran instantly switched to doting-husband mode.
"Darling, you know you’re my top priority."
"Prove it."
Lin Ran feigned innocence.
"I just proposed to you—the whole country knows. Forgot already?"
Luo Yao would never forget, but she wasn’t letting him off that easily.
"That was days ago. How are you caring for me now?"
Lin Ran knew he had to conjure an answer.
Turns out, even yanderes could sulk and throw tantrums.
Deep down, they’re just like other girls—craving emotional validation from their men.
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.”
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
ose... to cooperate with the protagonist! Shen Yuan: I have a system! Protagonist: What? System: Holy crap, you're just spilling it out like that? Shen Yuan: Let's team up, we'll split the system rewards! Protagonist: Fifty-fifty split? Shen Yuan: No way! Protagonist: What!? I'm the one getting beaten up, and I don't get half? Shen Yuan: Forty-sixty split, I get forty, you get sixty! Protagonist: Deal! Big brother, come on, hit me! As long as it doesn't kill me, beat me like you mean it! Shen Yuan: Don't worry... I will definitely protect all of you! No one but me can lay a finger on you! Guard our Heaven's Chosen Ones! I'm the only one allowed to bully them!
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."
