Upon hearing Lin Ran's reply, Wang Anjian grew even happier.
"Brother Lin Ran, I'm so glad I survived. I can still be with Grandma, Grandpa, and you—and also the person who donated to me. They're my lifesaver, and I’d love to thank them in person someday."
At this, Lin Ran paused briefly in thought before shaking his head.
"You don’t need to stay with me. In your life, I’m just a friend or an older brother. Your real family is your grandparents. As for your lifesaver..."
He hesitated before continuing, "We’ll talk about that later."
He knew that under normal circumstances, donors and recipients weren’t allowed to meet. Even if they did, it would have to be arranged through official channels after a year.
But Lin Ran also knew that Uncle Fu had already used his connections to reach out to the donor and offered generous compensation.
The donor was a mother who had lost her child. Having endured hardship herself, she had left a sample in the bone marrow registry—never expecting it would actually save another child.
Those who had passed were gone, but the living had to keep moving forward.
Whether in pain or struggle, life demanded perseverance—such was the nature of existence.
"But..."
"Anjian, it’s the law. Do you want to break it?"
"No," Wang Anjian replied in a childish voice, filled with reverence for the rules.
"Then let’s wait until you’re fully recovered before meeting your lifesaver, okay?"
"Okay!" Wang Anjian nodded obediently.
Noticing the boy’s fading energy, Lin Ran prepared to leave.
"Be good, Anjian. I’ll visit again soon."
"I’ll wait for you, Brother Lin Ran."
As Lin Ran walked away, his heart was heavy with emotion.
Such a sweet child—though he had survived, the road ahead would surely be rough.
Lin Ran could only hope things would go smoothly for him.
He had considered asking Wang Anjian if he knew "Xiao Hei," but decided against it. The boy was still weak, and probing might trigger hidden emotions.
Some things had to be uncovered alone.
Besides, Lin Ran had a strong feeling—the truth wouldn’t stay buried much longer.
"Director Yi, how is Anjian’s condition?" Stepping out of the ward, Lin Ran spotted Yi Buhao.
"He’s recovering well. No severe rejection reactions so far—the donor’s compatibility was remarkably high. With proper care, he’ll be discharged soon."
Lin Ran nodded, though he knew "soon" to a doctor likely differed from his own understanding.
"Director Yi, do you remember treating a patient without a chest once?"
Yi Buhao nodded. Of course he remembered—the case had left quite an impression.
"Has that person returned since?"
"No. Why do you ask, Young Master Lin?"
"Nothing important."
So Bi Yaolian hadn’t reappeared since then, and neither had Luo Wushuang.
That couple would surely cause trouble again. Knowing their whereabouts would be ideal.
While Lin Ran had faith in Luo Yao, nipping problems in the bud was always better.
If those people joined forces during the holidays, fully prepared to target Luo Yao, it wouldn’t end well.
Lin Ran wasn’t afraid of death—but the thought of anything happening to Luo Yao terrified him.
In his heart, she had truly surpassed his own life.
Even without proof, he was certain of it.
Leaving the hospital, he drove straight to Nuanyao Group.
The company had undergone a complete transformation.
The building was fully renovated, everything gleaming and new. Wu Zhishang was busy filling the offices.
Strangely, Wu hadn’t contacted him lately.
While Lin Ran enjoyed the peace, something felt off—as the boss, not receiving a single call was unusual.
Hence, today’s surprise inspection.
And it did uncover something.
"Chairman Lin, you’re here."
The receptionist noticed the burly, unassuming man behind Lin Ran and inexplicably shuddered. Something about him made her feel a single finger could snap her neck.
Entering the building, Lin Ran was impressed—they even had a dedicated receptionist now.
He recognized her as a Jingda University student, though her name escaped him. A glance at her badge solved that.
Xiao Xiaole.
"Mn. Where’s Wu Zhishang?"
"President Wu is in the CEO’s office discussing a project with some VIPs today."
Lin Ran: "..."
Wu Zhishang—negotiating deals now?
Lin Ran himself had only bargained twice: once with Principal Tang and once with Chen Xiao. Both times, he’d taken losses—naturally, they’d been thrilled.
"I’ll head up. Don’t announce me."
"Of course, Chairman Lin. Could I ask a favor?"
Lin Ran raised a brow. Was this girl about to confess?
"I’m a married man."
"I know! That’s exactly what I wanted to talk about."
Lin Ran froze.
Seriously? Someone still dared to—?
"I adore your wife! Could you ask Madam Luo for an autograph? Please?"
Now Lin Ran was utterly baffled.
Luo Yao had fans?
And this one seemed genuinely devoted.
"You’re a fan of Yao Yao?"
"I ship your ‘Goddess Luo Conquers Lin’ pairing! But honestly, Chairman Lin, you’re kinda average—I prefer Madam Luo."
Lin Ran: "Excuse me?"
"Ah! No no, I didn’t mean you’re ordinary! You’re amazing! Just... compared to Madam Luo, you’re a bit plain—wait, no, that’s not what I—"
Lin Ran cut her off.
"Stop. I can’t take anymore. What was Wu Zhishang thinking, putting you at reception?"
He didn’t promise anything—he couldn’t be bothered.
But as an employee, reasonable requests should be met.
His solution? A forged autograph would do.
In the elevator, Lin Ran paused.
Which floor was the CEO’s office on again?
Nuanyao Group’s overhaul meant nothing was where it used to be. He studied the directory inside the elevator.
"CEO’s office... on..."
"Twelfth floor," Abu interjected, pressing the button.
Lin Ran checked—correct.
"Sharp eyes."
Abu grinned humbly. "Comes with training. For bodyguards, keen observation is essential."
Lin Ran nodded, gaining new respect for the profession. You got what you paid for.
Arriving at the floor, he found no greeters—staff shortages meant not every level had receptionists.
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】
] [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!"
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!
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?!
