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."
Explosive Plot Song Gua crossed over into another world, bringing along a whole crew of his doppelgangers—all of them mischief-makers. This was a world where everyone could choose a class. Song Gua became a "Bondweaver," capable of borrowing power, while his doppelgangers took on a wide variety of classes, covering just about everything. The number of doppelgangers grew day by day, each one a talented individual with a charming way of speaking. Under Song Gua's brilliant leadership, they would "greet" each other daily and engage in friendly "sparring," pulling off one major scheme after another on Earth. Sometimes they were bandits—stealing bosses, plundering mines, snatching resources. Sometimes they were saviors—descending like divine warriors to face world bosses threatening to massacre cities. Sometimes they even went undercover, infiltrating various major factions to stir up trouble from within, keeping their enemies constantly on edge. To prevent their doppelganger abilities from being exposed, Song Gua made them wear masks with mahjong tile patterns and don Taoist robes in various colors. "Remember, in front of outsiders, call me 'The Dice.'" "Got it! Boss!" "Not 'Boss'—it's 'The Dice.' Think about the vibe, pay attention to the vibe." "Yes! Boss!" "For crying out loud..." From then on, whenever they appeared, they would have their own theme song playing: ~Hey~ paying respects at the mountain stronghold at night~ whose arm is draped over whose shoulder~ gather your courage and follow along...
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
