When couples argue, women often say things that leave men speechless and exasperated. Many might think this is a problem.
In reality, they probably know they’re being unreasonable, but they’d never admit it out loud.
So what’s their goal?
It’s not to hear you lecture them about logic, nor is it to give you the silent treatment. What they want is emotional validation—just coax them a little, and it’ll be fine.
Of course, you can’t just coax blindly.
If you keep saying things like:
"Why are you angry?"
"Can you say something?"
"I don’t understand what you’re saying."
"How dare you say I don’t get you?"
"Haven’t I done enough?"
"Can you stop acting like this?"
"What will make you happy?"
"Fine, fine, I’m sorry, okay?"
…then you’re only headed for one of two outcomes:
Either the silent treatment, or a vicious cycle.
So when a girl picks a fight with you, at least follow the "Three Don’ts": don’t be cold, don’t ignore her, and don’t lose your patience.
If even that’s too hard, there’s another way.
Just slap her, then let the brawl begin. After all, whether you fight now or later, it’s inevitable—might as well get it over with early.
But Lin Ran couldn’t bear to lay a finger on Luo Yao, not even a single hair.
"Yao Yao, I’m sorry. I thought I was being attentive enough, but I still made you feel neglected. I’m sorry for being human, wuuuuu—"
Lin Ran threw himself on the ground, pounding his chest, rolling around, and throwing a full-blown tantrum. Not only was Luo Yao stunned, but so were Uncle Fu, Jiang Feihua, and the servants nearby.
This was the first time they’d seen Lin Ran like this. They wanted to laugh but didn’t dare.
Luo Yao, however, curled her lips into a faint smile.
"Ah Ran is so unpredictable… so cute."
Uncle Fu, Jiang Feihua, and the servants: ???
Cute?
Isn’t this just pure clown behavior?
"Alright, I won’t blame Ah Ran anymore. Don’t be sad, okay?"
Lin Ran immediately scrambled up with a silly grin.
"I knew my Yao Yao wouldn’t stay mad at me. You’re the best."
Satisfied, Luo Yao finally answered Lin Ran’s earlier question. "I’m preparing to hit Samsung with a big move, so they won’t last much longer."
What big move?
Exposing the true nature of Qian Yinshang and her son, as well as Park Gukgi’s current condition.
Park Gukgi wasn’t doing well at all. He was locked in a hidden basement in Shanghai, treated like a dog, with all four limbs crippled.
Qian Yinshang had originally planned to just finish him off, but she kept him alive thinking he might still be useful later.
This was why you had to go all the way when dealing with enemies.
In the dim basement, a rusty food bowl clattered to the ground, filled with nothing but leftover rice—not even a single vegetable.
But for Park Gukgi, survival was all that mattered now.
He couldn’t die. He still had to take revenge.
Dragging himself to the bowl, he began eating the cold rice with his mouth, bite by bite. The shadowy figure in front of him hadn’t left.
"Want to get out?"
The figure spoke. Park Gukgi froze. He hadn’t expected today’s visitor to actually talk to him—and from the voice, it was a woman, probably young.
"If I say yes, will you really let me go?"
The woman nodded.
"I can let you go and even send you back to South Korea. But what will you do once you’re back?"
Park Gukgi’s eyes widened in disbelief as he stared at the shadow.
"Revenge. I want revenge."
"Your stepmother and brother are already using American capital to pressure your father. Even if you go back now, you can’t change the situation. So you only have one path forward."
"What?"
The woman narrowed her eyes.
"Work with me—and send them all to prison."
Park Gukgi didn’t agree immediately. Instead, he grew wary. Days of torment hadn’t stripped him of his rationality.
"What do you want in return?"
The woman nodded approvingly. "Not bad. Even in this state, you can still think straight. Impressive. My demand is simple: Qian Yinshang, her son, and your father have all offended my boss. You just need to crush them, and I’ll set you free."
Park Gukgi: "To what extent?"
"What do you think?"
After a long pause, Park Gukgi agreed.
Mercy to the enemy was cruelty to oneself—he understood that well.
The woman had him carried out on a stretcher. Once outside, Park Gukgi was shocked to see the basement guards lying unconscious on the ground.
His trust in his rescuer grew. He wanted to see who had saved him. When he looked up—
He saw an angel.
"You’re Liu Meng? I know you."
Liu Meng nodded. As Samsung’s crown prince—and a capable one at that—it made sense he’d done his homework on Luo Yao’s inner circle.
The most suitable successor for Samsung was actually this broken man in front of her. The biggest difference between him and Park Gukchang was that he had brains, ability, and resilience.
"Thank you for saving me."
"Just don’t forget our deal."
With that, Liu Meng leaned down and gently traced a finger along Park Gukgi’s cheek.
"Poor thing. I hope you recover soon and complete your revenge."
Park Gukgi felt his blood freeze as he stared at the woman in a daze.
"I will. I promise."
Liu Meng gave him one last "sympathetic" look before leading him away.
After they left, the "unconscious" guards upstairs all stood up.
"Mission complete. Let’s go."
The place returned to its usual silence, as if no one had ever been there.
Beijing
Early that morning, Luo Yao went to Luo Corporation, where preparations for the annual meeting were in full swing.
Meanwhile, Lin Ran drove a low-key Bugatti Veyron to the hospital.
Wang Anjian was now allowed visitors, though only for short periods.
Lin Ran prepared himself and entered the ward, where Wang Anjian was already waiting.
"Brother Lin Ran, you’re here."
Lin Ran nodded.
"Anjian, I was outside waiting for you during your surgery."
Wang Anjian still looked pale and weak after the operation, but his smile never faded when he saw Lin Ran.
"Did you stay the whole time, Brother Lin Ran?"
Lin Ran felt a twinge of guilt but opted for a white lie.
"Of course."
Well, it wasn’t a complete lie—he hadn’t left the hospital, after all.
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
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.
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!
't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.
