"Let them stay in there for a few more days. At least don’t let them bother me before the New Year."
"Understood."
Lin Ran was in a pretty good mood, feeling like he could add a little more spice before they got locked up.
"Help me get in touch with someone. I’m planning to give them a few mental attack skills."
"Got it."
As the situation briefly escalated, the Lin family was voted the most explosive family of the modern era.
All that was left was to wait for the official results.
At this point, Lin Ran finally glanced at Uncle Fu, his eyes brimming with amusement.
The reason he had snitched to Granny Wang earlier wasn’t because he was actually a blabbermouth—he just wanted to create a little "misunderstanding" between the two.
"Earlier, I helped you tell Granny Wang about your proposal plans. She replied."
Uncle Fu froze for a second. He knew Lin Ran would snitch, but he hadn’t expected it to happen so fast.
And what did he mean by "helped you tell her"?
Why did he know Lin Ran would snitch? Because when Lin Ran swore earlier, he did it in Lin Tianba’s name.
And the oath was scarily accurate—green hats were handed out on the spot.
Luckily, Uncle Fu didn’t care much about that. Even if Lin Ran didn’t say it, someone else would, and he’d say it himself too. Lin Ran knew this, which was why he acted so brazenly.
Otherwise, Lin Ran wouldn’t have snitched—after all, he wasn’t some Wang Fang or Liu Meng type.
"What did she say?"
Lin Ran flashed a meaningful smile, revealing a row of perfectly white teeth at Uncle Fu.
"Granny Wang said that even though you two aren’t young anymore, the formalities can’t be skipped. Not only does she want a dowry of ten million, but all the jewelry and gifts must be included. She also wants to be married off in a grand procession with eight aircraft carriers, and the wedding venue has to be luxurious, with all the guests..."
Confusion slowly spread across Uncle Fu’s face. He asked skeptically, "Did Granny Wang really say that? Or are you making this up, Young Master Lin?"
Lin Ran immediately got angry and pulled out his phone.
"You don’t believe me? Zero trust, huh? Fine, I’ll call Granny Wang right now and let her tell you herself. If you don’t want to prepare, you can explain it to her."
He dialed the number. Uncle Fu stayed silent for a moment but didn’t stop him.
Because he was a hundred percent sure Lin Ran was just spouting nonsense.
"Young Master Lin? You needed something?"
Lin Ran glanced at Uncle Fu, noticing the old man still looked completely unfazed.
Alright, let’s see how smug you stay after this, old man.
"Granny Wang, I called to talk about Uncle Fu’s proposal to you."
A puzzled voice came through. "Didn’t we just discuss this? Young Master Lin, did you tell him what I said?"
The call was on speaker, and Uncle Fu was listening intently. Hearing this, he was stunned—Lin Ran had actually talked to Granny Wang about this earlier.
Lin Ran sighed.
"I told him, but Uncle Fu doesn’t agree. He has his own ideas. It’s my fault for not convincing him. Granny Wang, don’t blame him. He’s had a hard life."
Uncle Fu’s eyes widened in disbelief.
Why did this tone sound so familiar?
And wasn’t Young Master Lin just throwing him under the bus?
On the other end, Granny Wang fell silent. Truthfully, she was happy inside.
Even though she had told Uncle Fu not to propose and to skip the formalities, what woman wouldn’t care about these things?
Even if she was older, Granny Wang had lived a simple life and had never experienced romance.
"Young Master Lin… if he doesn’t agree, then forget it… Just try to persuade him for me. I can understand why he’s acting this way." Her voice trembled slightly—with joy.
Lin Ran: "Should I let him talk to you directly?"
"No need. I’m a little embarrassed to speak to him right now. I don’t even know what attitude to take. Thank you, Young Master Lin."
Lin Ran hung up. Uncle Fu stood there, completely dumbfounded.
Granny Wang’s words had been normal, but in his ears, they took on a whole new meaning under the context of Lin Ran’s earlier "conditions."
He had refused Granny Wang’s demands, she got upset, she said "forget it," and she even cried.
"I’m the worst."
Uncle Fu wanted to slap himself.
Lin Ran patted his shoulder. "No matter how old a woman is, she still wants some security. If you’re not even willing to provide that, how can Granny Wang trust you with the rest of her life?"
"I was wrong. I’ll start preparing right away. Even if the conditions are tough, I won’t give up. At worst, I’ll ask the young mistress to advance me ten years’ salary."
Lin Ran gave him a strange look, wondering if Uncle Fu even had ten more working years in him.
Wasn’t his biggest dream to retire ASAP and enjoy his golden years?
Uncle Fu stormed off in a hurry, leaving Lin Ran grinning from ear to ear.
He had created a beautiful misunderstanding—whether they could make the most of it was up to them.
When people are happy, they might sing. Lin Ran improvised a song on the spot and belted it out.
"Wife’s not at home, hubby’s so bored~ Teasing an old man, haha, life’s so fun~ Wife, come back soon, hubby’ll tell you jokes~"
Listening to Lin Ran’s nonsensical, made-up lyrics, several servants nearly burst out laughing, biting their lips and trembling as they held it in.
A while later, Uncle Fu returned to report the contacts he had reached out to.
"Abu, let’s go." Lin Ran checked the time—it was still early—and stood up.
Abu didn’t say a word. Being a bodyguard was his job, after all.
An hour later, at the detention center in the capital.
The first person Lin Ran met was Lin Jian, the little tea-boy who had once used his "tea skills" to backstab him.
"Brother, are you here to save me? I knew you wouldn’t abandon me. My love for you is the same as your love for me."
The moment Lin Jian saw Lin Ran, these were the first words that slipped out.
Honestly, Lin Ran almost gagged on the spot. He scoffed.
"You think that’s possible?"
Lin Jian realized his mistake—it was just a habit he’d developed over the years, something he blurted out without thinking.
Seeing Lin Ran’s mocking smile, he quickly understood. Lin Ran was here to gloat. He shouldn’t have gotten his hopes up.
"Lin Ran, I know you’ve always hated me—for stealing your father, for everything I did to you. But I’ve realized my mistakes now."
Lin Ran looked at him in surprise.
"Lin Jian, you’re actually admitting fault? Not bad. Then let me tell you something from the heart too."
He put on an appreciative expression. "Truthfully, I kinda admire you. Really. Especially some of your… abilities. I could never catch up. As for stealing my family, don’t worry—I don’t blame you. In fact, I should thank you. You helped me see Lin Tianba for who he really is."
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.
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
lity and could only live as an ordinary mortal. He only wished to live a peaceful life. Yet he didn't know— The dog he adopted, because it ate his food, became a legendary demon king. The kitchen knife he casually forged became a peerless divine weapon, causing numerous experts to fight desperately for it. The young disciple he took in became an immortal lord that led an era, due to cultivating the techniques Ye Feng taught him. Even the skeletons he looked down on the most were ominous demon kings that suppressed countless worlds. Many years later, looking at the void shattered with a punch, Ye Feng murmured to himself: It turns out the peerless kings were myself all along...
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
