Old Liu didn't answer directly but tactfully said, "Young Master Lin, you should check the news yourself. You've gone viral—not just Luo Corporation, but Nuanyao Group too."
What does Nuanyao Group have to do with this?
Puzzled, Lin Ran opened his phone to check and was stunned.
Well, this is exactly something Luo Yao would do.
But what the heck is Nuanyao Group? And Suran Group? Huh? Suran Group's post went up just half a minute ago?
As the boss, his own company had publicly handled PR without him knowing—he was the last to find out?
Ridiculous.
"So that's how it is. Your employees must hate me, right?"
After all, a CEO who neglects his duties holds back the team from making money.
"No, no, they're thrilled!"
Lin Ran: ???
But it didn’t matter. Lin Ran didn’t care about these things anyway. As for Luo Yao...
Meanwhile, on the 88th floor, in Luo Yao’s office, Wang Fang stood with her head lowered.
"Who told you to post that?"
Naturally, Wang Fang wouldn’t reveal that it was Liu Meng’s suggestion—that would be throwing her under the bus.
Right now, Luo Yao’s expression was unreadable, clearly furious. Better to take the fall herself.
"I’m sorry, President Luo. I acted on my own."
Luo Yao nodded. "On your own? You knew it was unauthorized, yet you still made such a major PR move without my approval. You’ve got some nerve."
Wang Fang nearly collapsed in fear, genuinely regretting her decision.
"And why didn’t you include what Ran said to me in the post?"
Wang Fang: ???
Luo Yao: "The part where he said, ‘I never want to escape your grasp for the rest of my life.’"
So that’s why President Luo was angry?
Wang Fang immediately caught on. "I’ll have it republished right away."
"Forget it. Reposting would make it seem like I’m showing off. Since you didn’t make any major mistakes this time, I’ll let it slide. But if there’s a next time, don’t expect leniency."
Wang Fang nearly cried with relief. She’d been prepared for the worst, only to escape unscathed.
"President Luo, does this mean you actually approve of what I did?"
Luo Yao shot her a cold glance. "Acting without permission is still wrong. One month’s bonus deduction."
Wang Fang wilted like frostbitten eggplant. She’d rather have been fired.
"But I did like the content you posted. Go collect two months’ bonus."
Life instantly brightened again. She nearly burst into tears of joy.
"Thank you, President Luo! Thank you! I’ll never be able to repay your kindness—your guidance, your trust..."
"Dismissed."
Just as Wang Fang was about to leave, she seemed to remember something.
"Oh, President Luo, Nuanyao Group and Suran Group copied our PR statement. What should we do...?"
Luo Yao paused, then smirked after reading the content.
"Give them two projects."
This time, Wang Fang was utterly dumbfounded.
Truly, a CEO’s thoughts are unfathomable—no matter how hard you try, you’ll never guess them.
At that moment, Lin Ran pushed open the office door.
"Yao Yao, you really do love me! Hahaha!" His laughter rang out before he even entered.
"Ran, you’re here."
Just as Lin Ran stepped inside, he turned back to Abu.
"Wait for me here. There’s a lounge area—you can sit or lie down."
Abu glanced into the office, saw Luo Yao, and nodded in relief.
His job was to be Lin Ran’s personal bodyguard.
Since returning to the estate, he hadn’t left Lin Ran’s side except when he slept, when he’d switch shifts with Wang Bao and Little Tong—but even then, he stayed in the room closest to Lin Ran.
To put it simply:
Lin Ran goes out? Abu drives.
Lin Ran eats? Abu guards the table.
The only time he wasn’t around was when Lin Ran and Luo Yao were... playing games.
At first, Lin Ran wasn’t used to it, but after about two days, he accepted it.
With his status now, this level of protection was only natural.
Lin Ran walked into the office, and Luo Yao leaped into his arms. They embraced tightly.
Lin Ran lifted Luo Yao high above his head, letting her look down at his smiling face.
"Yao Yao, such a bold declaration of love will make everyone jealous."
Luo Yao naturally wouldn’t admit that the PR post was her assistant’s unauthorized move. Instead, she leaned down and kissed him.
When the kiss ended, she murmured, "I don’t care what they think. I want the whole world to know you belong to me."
Her eyes brimmed with endless affection.
"And didn’t you have Nuanyao Group and Suran Group copy my PR statement too?"
Lin Ran froze, then immediately understood.
The posts from Nuanyao Group and Suran Group weren’t orchestrated by Luo Yao—they were Old Wu and Qu Teliang acting on their own.
Well played.
But he wouldn’t admit it was his subordinates’ doing either. Why ruin the moment when it made his Yao Yao so happy?
Who posted it didn’t matter—it was posted, wasn’t it?
"You’re my wife. I want the world to know too."
As they gazed into each other’s eyes, both silently thought, "Sometimes, the underlings really do understand."
"Ran, let’s..."
"Got it. The usual..."
Eighty-one minutes later, Luo Yao nestled against Lin Ran’s chest.
"Ran, is there anything you’d like to do lately?"
Lin Ran found the question odd. "Why do you ask?"
"The New Year isn’t far off. I’ll be ‘dead’ soon."
Lin Ran was startled but quickly realized Luo Yao meant her fake death.
"Hmm... What I want most is to be with you."
Luo Yao adored this side of him—she believed this was Lin Ran at his best.
Sometimes, she even wondered if she’d molded him into this.
But then she’d dismiss the thought—after all, his transformation had been sudden.
"Besides being with me, anything else?"
Lin Ran thought carefully. Wasn’t his life already the epitome of happiness?
A car, a home, wealth, and the person he loved most loved him back.
What more could he ask for?
Though he’d lost family, he’d gained love and fortune.
Who didn’t have some regrets in life?
"If you’re asking if there’s something I want to do... well, yes and no. But if I had to say, there are a few things."
"Like making money in my free time while being with you, giving the Lin family troublemakers a hard time, and planning our wedding."
Luo Yao’s eyes sparkled. She wasn’t good at these things, but Lin Ran was.
"And I still have to take you to see the stars in every corner of the world."
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】
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?!
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!
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.
