When Lin Ran saw Luo Yao, he was momentarily stunned—he hadn’t expected her to return home so early today.
But the feeling of having his wife waiting for him at home was undeniably heartwarming.
How did that saying go again?
"Among countless glowing windows, one is lit just for me."
"Yao Yao."
Luo Yao walked straight up to Lin Ran, who leaned down and gently kissed her.
"A kiss for you is never late."
Hearing Lin Ran’s usual sweet talk, Luo Yao felt utterly blissful.
"Ah Ran, I really, really love you. I want you inside me forever."
Every servant in the villa blushed furiously.
The young mistress’s words were far too blunt—she didn’t even bother hiding them.
"I love you too."
Ever since learning that Lin Ran already knew about Liu Ruxue’s matter, Luo Yao had spent the entire day as if floating in a pool of honey.
The reason she hadn’t told Lin Ran before was simply fear.
Lin Ran had seen her gentleness, her indifference, her cruelty, even her madness.
And now, he’d seen her twisted side too.
So there was nothing left to fear him knowing.
Every flaw others might judge had already been laid bare before her Ah Ran. Yet he hadn’t run away—that meant he never would.
The only thing that still worried her was whether Lin Ran might suddenly vanish.
But her Ah Ran had promised her countless times that he’d stay by her side forever. Surely he wouldn’t disappear again?
"Ah Ran, I’m so happy you love me this much."
Lin Ran: ??? Why bring this up so suddenly?
But it didn’t matter. He loved Luo Yao to the marrow of his bones.
"As long as you’re happy. Oh, it’s almost time."
"Mhm..."
"Then why don’t we make the most of it and go a few more rounds? Once things get busy, opportunities might be scarce."
"Yes."
...
Time flew by, and soon it was the day of the annual gala.
The year-end gala was a staple for many companies, and the massive Luo Yao Group was no exception.
Employees from all over the country had gathered in the capital to attend, while those still on duty could participate via livestream.
Though it was an internal broadcast, the viewer count had already surpassed 100,000—and that wasn’t even the full workforce. Just how many employees did Luo Corporation have?
Yet no one could have predicted how monumental today would become.
With coordinated official arrangements, the entire national stadium took two hours just to fill, with lines forming from noon.
Meanwhile, the livestream audience swelled rapidly—though it remained exclusive to Luo Corporation staff, reserved for those unable to travel to the capital.
Even the streaming platform was developed in-house by Luo Corporation. Every employee was required to use it upon joining, with accounts deactivated upon resignation.
As the gala officially began, upbeat opening music blared while several trucks rolled onto the specially constructed stage.
When their dump beds tilted, cascades of hundred-yuan bills poured out, filling the entire prize pool.
Then every screen in the stadium lit up with a breathtaking yet icy close-up of Luo Yao’s face.
"Greetings, partners of Luo Corporation. Today is our annual review meeting—though as tradition dictates, it’s really just about bonuses and recognition."
"This year’s prize pool holds one billion yuan. Every Luo Corporation employee, online or offline, can participate. Ten first-place winners will receive 20 million each; one hundred second-place winners get 2 million; one thousand third-place winners take 200,000; ten thousand fourth-place winners earn 20,000; and one hundred thousand fifth-place winners win 2,000."
"In other words, even if you’ve contributed nothing to Luo Corporation, you might still strike it rich overnight. Good luck."
The crowd erupted. This year’s prize pool was indeed staggering. While not everyone would win, at least half would walk away with something.
Just then, the camera panned to reveal Lin Ran.
"Ah Ran, say a few words too."
Lin Ran blinked—no one had told him he’d be speaking.
Honestly, even he was stunned by the spectacle of ten truckloads of cash dumped into the prize pool.
"Hello everyone, I’m your boss’s husband."
The line drew laughter across the venue and livestream.
"Not much to say—just enjoy yourselves today. I’ve heard plenty of bosses preach ‘we’re family,’ but today I’m genuinely envious of Luo Corporation. Only my wife truly treats you all as family. I’ve never even seen this much money in one place."
Lin Ran truly hadn’t witnessed such a mountain of cash before.
"The boss’s husband is right!"
"The boss is my family!"
"Luo Corp is our home; its growth depends on us!"
With that, Lin Ran and Luo Yao stepped out of frame, heading toward the main venue through the backstage lounge.
Meanwhile, the national stadium’s emcee officially kicked things off.
The agenda was fairly traditional: opening performances by A-list singers, followed by the host’s formalities and prize draws.
The first draw was for fifth place—100,000 winners.
As screens displayed rolling numbers, countless Luo Corporation employees received winning notifications on their phones, their faces lighting up with joy.
At least the baseline was secured.
Winners could be drawn multiple times, and some inevitably would.
No one suspected foul play—this was Luo Corporation’s unique annual tradition. Every employee registered their phone number beforehand, with draws being completely randomized.
More performances followed, interspersed with prize draws, bonus distributions, and occasional speeches by subsidiary executives.
Finally, it was time for Lin Ran and Luo Yao to take the stage again—this time to present awards before Luo Yao’s closing address.
For the ten first-place winners, three were present onsite while seven appeared via screens.
One winner gave Lin Ran pause: an employee from Nuanyao Group.
Not someone he knew well, but familiar—the receptionist from Nuanyao Group.
Xiao Xiaole, was it?
Luo Yao personally handed her the 20-million-yuan award plaque with a simple "Congratulations."
Of the three onsite winners, two were grassroots employees who immediately broke down sobbing.
The third was the receptionist, who neither cried nor cheered.
She’d fainted from sheer excitement.
Such scenes were annual occurrences, and medics swiftly carried her off for treatment.
The seven online winners were similarly overcome, weeping tears of joy.
The rush of overnight wealth was simply too overwhelming.
Even those who’d mentally prepared for this life-changing moment found few could withstand its actual arrival.
With the awards concluded, Luo Yao took Lin Ran’s arm and returned to the stage.
As the helm of Luo Corporation, she naturally had to deliver a final summary and motivate the hardworking workforce.
Since this was an internal corporate event, photography was strictly prohibited—even the livestream had screen-recording disabled.
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.
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.”
e school belle recognized by the whole school, a genius girl from the kendo club. She also has a hidden identity, the youngest legendary demon hunter. Chen Shuo just transmigrated and found himself turned into a weak, helpless little vampire. He was caught by Su Xiyen and taken home at the very beginning. Since then, Chen Shuo's life creed only had two items. "First, classmate Su Xiyen is always right." "Second, if classmate Su Xiyen is wrong, please refer back to item one." Many years later, Chen Shuo, who had turned back into a human, led a pair of twins to appear in front of all the vampires to share the secret of how he turned back into a human. "It's simple, I tricked a female demon hunter into becoming my wife!"
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!
