Luo Yao said, "Alright, it's a promise then."
Lin Ran now held over 200 million in his hands and wanted to throw Luo Yao the most extravagant wedding imaginable.
Some might ask, why bother with such grand gestures when two people are already so deeply in love?
But those who think that way are doomed never to see their lover's radiant smile.
Even couples who've spent a lifetime together need to surprise each other now and then—it's a necessary ritual. And given how wealthy Lin Ran was, there was no excuse for holding back.
Whatever other girls had, Luo Yao would have it all—and more.
Bigger. Better.
Lin Ran's words sent Luo Yao's heart soaring, and she couldn't help but tease him again.
"Ah-Ran, when you go after Lin Tianba, do you even know where he’s staying now?"
"Of course. I’ve had people keeping tabs on him. He’s probably at his brother-in-law’s place."
The term "brother-in-law" here referred to Lin Tianba’s relationship with Lv Renqi.
"I never would’ve guessed that Lin Jian and Lv Jian were actually half-brothers, sharing the same mother. No wonder I once saw traces of Lin Jian in Lv Jian."
Hearing the word "brother-in-law," Luo Yao couldn’t help but chuckle.
"Just be careful when you go. Even a cornered dog will jump over a wall."
Lin Ran nodded. His thoughts aligned perfectly with Luo Yao’s.
His life might not be worth much, but if anything happened to him, it would break Yao Yao’s heart. So he had to protect himself at all costs.
As for the "Five Scum of Lv-Lin," he’d make them suffer whenever he had the time.
Otherwise, life would feel dull.
It wasn’t that Lin Ran was scheming or cruel.
It was the lessons from his past hardships. If he came back reborn only to act like a saint, he might as well jump off a building right now.
Saints aren’t always the most miserable, but sometimes they’re the most pitiful.
"Ah-Ran, the Luo Corporation’s annual gala is coming up. Should Nuan Yao and Su Ran attend too?"
Lin Ran thought for a moment, then nodded.
"Sure, let them experience the atmosphere of a major conglomerate."
The Luo Corporation’s annual gala was no ordinary event—it would pack the national stadium to the brim.
"Let’s head home for now."
Luo Yao could tell Lin Ran was tired and wanted to take him back to rest.
Most people assumed Luo Yao’s life was glamorous, but in reality, it was painfully simple.
Work and home—that was it. Without Lin Ran, her life would be unbearably monotonous.
"Alright."
On their way back, netizens were once again hit with a wave of envy.
After Nuan Yao and Su Ran made their announcement, many influencers began reposting and analyzing it.
At first, only two streamers dared to share it. But when no legal threats came, others grew bolder and jumped on the bandwagon.
The original two, Zhang Xiaolong and Shen Jingbing, gained the most followers.
Lin Ran and Luo Yao shot back to the top of trending topics.
[Palace Eunuch]: "I’m tired of saying ‘I’m jealous.’ I wish I had a boyfriend who loved me like this. Mine’s broke and just plays dead."
[Women Should Train to Absorb Yang]: "I despise this kind of wasteful extravagance and public resource hogging."
[One Slice to Castrate You]: "What kind of dog is this guy? It’s not like they’re spending your money. You’re such a Lin Jian."
By the time they returned to the estate, night had fallen. After dinner, instead of resting immediately, they strolled outside to aid digestion.
"A hundred steps after a meal, and you’ll live to ninety-nine."
Lin Ran and Luo Yao still had a long, happy life ahead of them. Health management was non-negotiable.
Lately, Lin Ran had even started taking health supplements—selenium, vitamins, small-molecule peptides, you name it. Every morning, along with his Qi-boosting tonic, he downed a handful of pills.
Sometimes, it felt like he could get full just from swallowing them all.
It reminded him of certain movie scenes and commercials.
An elderly Chinese man pops a handful of medication in the morning, then hobbles to the bus stop with his cane.
An elderly man from a developed country pops a handful of supplements in the morning, then hops on his bike and rides off.
Maybe that’s the difference—hard to admit, but undeniable.
But enough digression. Back to Lin Ran and Luo Yao, strolling through the estate, admiring the scenery. It was oddly enjoyable.
They walked much farther than usual without feeling tired.
That’s what love does, he supposed.
If he were alone, he’d have been exhausted long ago—especially in winter.
Southerners might not get it, but Northerners would understand.
Walking two miles in winter is nothing like two miles in summer.
People assume summer heat is more draining, but winter is the real endurance test.
Before they knew it, they reached the amusement park under construction.
"Yao Yao, hate to say it, but this park feels like a bit of a waste."
"Not at all. If Ah-Ran likes it, then it’s not wasted."
"But how often will we even use it? Save it for our kids?"
Lin Ran didn’t mention children by accident—it was deliberate.
He wasn’t fond of kids, but if he and Luo Yao had one, it might not be so bad.
This was his way of testing the waters.
Not that they’d have one right away—maybe by the end of the story.
Who knows? The kid might even become the protagonist of the next book.
Even a yandere needs a successor.
"Ah-Ran wants a child?"
Luo Yao wasn’t keen on kids either, but if it was with Lin Ran, she wouldn’t object.
Her only worry was that a child might steal his affection.
"Well… how do I put this? I don’t want one, but this amusement park needs someone to enjoy it, right?"
Luo Yao murmured, "This is for Ah-Ran. How could anyone else play here? If we have a child, we’ll build another one just for them."
Lin Ran suddenly felt like posting a message online:
"Attention, aspiring reincarnators! When I’m ready for kids, line up on the rooftop. First come, first served."
"I’m not a child."
"Yes, you are. We’re all children. You’re just a 300-month-old baby."
Lin Ran flushed at her words.
Even though Luo Yao was older, that didn’t give her the right to treat him like a son.
He was plenty manly, thank you very much.
"Fine, fine. A 300-month-old baby—though technically, I’m not even 300 months yet. You’re the 300-month-old baby."
Luo Yao threw herself into his arms. "Then I’ll always be your baby."
Holding his little demon close, Lin Ran laughed.
"You always call me unpredictable, but you’re the real chameleon."
Luo Yao could be sweet or sassy, domineering or gentle, icy or tender.
She showed the world her coldest, sharpest edges—but all her warmth was reserved for him.
"As long as Ah-Ran is happy."
"Honestly? Right now, I’d rather be curled up in a warm bed."
Such a simple request—how could he refuse?

] [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!"

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."

lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.

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.”