"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."
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
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?!
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
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!
