#Luo Yao's Bold Declaration# Lin Ran is the World#
#The Divine Chaebol Wife: If My Husband Exists, the World Exists#
#Luo Yao, the Ultimate Husband-Doting Queen, Drops a Bombshell#
No one expected Luo Corporation to handle the scandal this way—suppressing the controversy with sheer audacity instead of PR.
All of this was witnessed by Lin Ran from their villa.
To say he wasn’t moved would be a lie. The old Lin Ran might have struggled with communication, but the current Lin Ran loves expressing himself—especially his love for Luo Yao, making sure she knows exactly how he feels.
If you don’t speak your heart, who’ll understand?
Expecting someone to read your mind? That’s just a recipe for misunderstandings, fights, cold shoulders, and finally, the classic "You just don’t get me!" before storming out.
And if you don’t chase after them at that point? Congratulations, you’ve earned a permanent spot on the Wall of Shame.
"I’m leaving! Why aren’t you stopping me? You don’t love me at all!"
Lin Ran picked up his phone and sent a message: [Wife, love you.]
Luo Yao, reading the text, was stunned. Where did this sudden sweetness come from? She replied:
[Wife: ???]
[Husband: I saw the hot search. What you said is exactly what I wanted to say too.]
Luo Yao immediately checked the trending topics and found herself dominating the trending list.
She rubbed her chin, amused. "Since when did these people develop such good taste?"
Back in the chat with Lin Ran, she typed: [That’s right, it’s your favorite wife saying it! Love youuu (heart) (heart) (heart).]
Putting her phone down, Luo Yao smirked. If her employees saw her like this, they’d probably faint from shock.
But sometimes, coincidences strike without warning.
Liu Meng knocked on the door—once, twice, thrice… Why wasn’t Luo Yao letting her in?
The door was slightly ajar, and she peeked inside to see Luo Yao sitting perfectly still at her desk.
Oh no. Had something happened to the CEO?
Panicked, Liu Meng pushed the door open—only to freeze.
Luo Yao was staring at her phone with a dreamy, enchanting smile.
Liu Meng quietly began backing away, step by step…
"Speak if you have something to say." Luo Yao’s voice cut through her retreat.
Liu Meng flushed with embarrassment—and a hint of fear.
She’d just witnessed Luo Yao’s unguarded side. Was she about to be silenced?
In a cautious voice, she reported, "President Luo, someone bought the trending topic. The public is criticizing us heavily now."
Luo Yao remained unfazed. "Public opinion? I don’t care. It can’t touch me, and the corporation is untouchable. At our scale, we don’t serve the public—they need us. If I announced Luo Corporation’s shutdown today, they’d be the ones crying. We don’t attack ordinary people, but we don’t fear them either."
Liu Meng knew she wasn’t wrong.
Luo Corporation’s empire spanned industries even she couldn’t fully track—thousands of subsidiaries, each a powerhouse, with countless branches in livelihood, tech, healthcare, and more.
To put it bluntly: if Luo Corporation stalled, dozens of industries would collapse. No exaggeration.
(A quick reality check: this isn’t hyperbole. Real-life conglomerates make this look tame. Thousands of subsidiaries? That’s modest.)
"Shouldn’t we control the narrative? President Luo, have you seen what they’re saying about you and Young Master Lin?"
"Unnecessary. You’re dismissed."
"Yes."
After Liu Meng left, Luo Yao reopened her phone and scrolled through comments.
[YouDon’tWantIt]: IDC, IDC, IDC! "LuoDivine x Lin" is the sweetest couple ever! Even if they were villains, I’d stan. Fight me!
[TwoDragonsTrolling]: Isn’t Luo Yao misusing public resources to flaunt her love? Think of the children!
[ThreeSunsRising]: If your kid’s corrupt, that’s a you-problem. I ship "LuoDivine x Lin"—they’re couple goals.
[FourDoorNeighbor]: Y’all forgetting Luo Yao colluded with Chen Buhui to rig bids? That’s the real issue! Boycott Luo Corp!
[FiveTigersHowling]: I forgot. I won’t boycott. I can’t anyway. Fine, I admit it—I’m a "LuoDivine x Lin" shipper too.
Luo Yao's declaration for Lin Ran is god-tier. If Lin Ran doesn't love her for eternity, even dogs would protest.
Luo Yao smirked. Some netizens were oddly endearing.
(Others, though? Vile.)
She locked her phone—then unlocked it ten seconds later.
[EightSidesHating]: Why are you all so pressed? Let them love! Oh wait, you’re just jealous. It’s like when Pretty Sheep married Pleasant Goat, and Fit Goat raged. But us Lazy Goat fans? We feast on sugar. Stay mad.
[TenPerfectJunior]: Seriously, it’s all rumors without investigations. Why the fuss?
This time, Luo Yao truly put her phone away. Maybe netizens weren’t as dumb as she’d assumed. Her past impressions had been too harsh.
Lunch arrived via assistant, but Luo Yao barely touched it.
No appetite.
Staring at the lavish meal, she mused, "Aran’s been stuck on bland food lately. He keeps complaining…"
She dialed a number.
"Dean Yi, when can Aran eat proper food again?"
Yi Buhao nearly dropped his phone. Of all reasons for Luo Yao to call—this?
Then again, for Luo Yao, it tracked. Her love for Lin Ran was legendary.
(He’d admit it: he low-key shipped them too.)
"Well… nothing too greasy. Young Master Lin’s still recovering. Small portions, mostly light and nutritious—"
Luo Yao hung up and forwarded Yi’s guidelines to Uncle Fu.
[Make Aran’s lunch per this menu.]
At the villa, Lin Ran’s meal had just arrived when a servant whisked it away. He blinked.
"Young Master, wait a moment. Madam arranged a different lunch."
"Yao Yao’s orders? Then I’ll wait."
An hour later, Lin Ran eyed the new dishes with reverence.
"Only my wife gets me. Haven’t had real food in days."
He took two bites—then paused, his appetite vanishing.
If he wasn’t with Luo Yao, that girl was definitely skipping meals again.
Unfortunately, due to his injured condition, he couldn't stay by Luo Yao's side.
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.
ts me of treason?" "Correct. The host must return to the capital and gradually build up influence." "Wait—I have half a million soldiers, and you want me to go back to the capital to 'build influence'?" "Host, you are currently the Northern Garrison General, loyal to the Great Xia Dynasty." "Of course I am loyal to Great Xia! Absolutely loyal!" "But you keep referring to yourself as 'We'..." "Never mind the details! Summon all the regional commanders and military officers! We suspect treacherous officials are manipulating the court! They shall march with Us to the capital and purge the corrupt!" "......"
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!
uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
