"Even if you've moved on, you should still clarify things. Over these three years, I've heard that boy has completely changed. And I believe in his character—though belief doesn’t equate to truth. Some things you need to see for yourself."
"Dad, you... how do you know about this?" Chen Qingtian was genuinely shocked. This was the most private matter in her heart, something she hadn’t even told her mother.
"Because you're my daughter. I’ve looked into your experiences. Maybe not everything, but enough to understand..."
"If you ever feel tired, you can always come back to me. Besides scolding you, I’ll cook you a good meal and give you a warm hug. I love you just as much as your mother does."
Chen Qingtian’s eyes reddened. Her usually reticent father loved her so deeply.
"Dad, I’m sorry for being immature. Please bear with me when I’m wrong."
Chen Nianshi patted her head affectionately. "I will. But I won’t forget you calling me a dog."
"Woof woof woof woof—"
......
At the manor villa, Lin Ran was delighted to see the improving public opinion online.
That day, he had mobilized all his resources, using Nuanyao Group’s media arm to tirelessly clear his wife’s name across platforms. He even directed their streamers to condemn the rumor-mongers.
But the results were lackluster. As the saying goes, lies spread faster than the truth.
He hated anyone slandering his wife. They could insult him all they wanted, but targeting her was unacceptable.
If not for his injuries, he’d have personally confronted the Chinese Academy of Sciences.
Yet, to his surprise, that afternoon, the Academy released three statements condemning the rumors. Chen Buhui even issued a personal public apology.
Lin Ran knew—this was Luo Yao’s doing.
He sighed. He really was only fit to be a "useless" husband. Without Luo Yao’s intervention, he wasn’t sure Nuanyao Group could’ve salvaged the situation alone.
The gap between him and his wife was vast, so vast that Lin Ran increasingly felt like giving up on striving.
Being Luo Yao’s pampered "bed-slave" wasn’t bad—well-fed, well-funded, adored by a stunning wife who cherished him.
What more could life offer?
"Ah Ran, I’m home."
Hearing Luo Yao’s voice, Lin Ran instinctively wanted to hug her, but pain shot through his body the moment he moved.
He cursed "Little Black" inwardly.
Wasn’t this supposed to be painless? Some liar.
Luo Yao rushed to the bedside and threw herself onto him, carefully avoiding his chest.
"Ah Ran, were you good today?"
Lin Ran beamed. "Of course! I only thought of you, ate, and slept. Doesn’t that count as good?"
Luo Yao traced his cheek with her finger. "Ah Ran’s skin is so smooth, even your pores glow."
Lin Ran: "I prepped to look my best for you. I bathed and changed before you returned."
He wasn’t lying. Though the doctor advised against showers due to his condition, the discomfort had been unbearable. Luo Yao usually wiped him down, but it wasn’t the same as a proper wash.
So, he’d struggled through a solo bath earlier.
With his fingers fractured by Luo Yao and his chest wounded, every movement was agony. That bath had been a battle.
Luo Yao froze. She’d been meticulously cleaning him daily, especially after their "workouts"—even "Little Lin Ran" got thorough attention.
Did Ah Ran dislike her care now?
Her face fell. "Ah Ran, do you not like me washing you?"
Lin Ran instantly recognized her insecurity.
"Not at all! I want you to wash me forever. I just rinsed off quickly today because I sweated after lunch."
Luo Yao softened. "Next time, wait for me to help, okay?"
"Absolutely. Without you, I can’t get properly clean."
Finally, Luo Yao brightened. "Ah Ran, I have something to show you."
"What is it?"
"Look." She handed him her phone. Lin Ran gaped at Chen Buhui’s apology video.
Turning to Luo Yao, who was practically nose-to-nose with him, her expression screamed, "Praise me! Praise me now!"
Lin Ran was deeply moved. Chen Buhui, a scientific heavyweight, hadn’t just issued a statement—he’d recorded a personal apology.
Clearly, no one but Luo Yao could’ve forced this.
"Yao Yao, you’re my greatest blessing. I love being protected like this. You spoil me so much I’ll become addicted. If you ever change your heart, how will I survive? No one in this world could ever treat me as well as you do."
Luo Yao’s heart soared. "Ah Ran praised me!"
"But if someone else treated you just as well—"
Lin Ran immediately surrendered. "I misspoke! Even if others tried, they’d never be my Yao Yao. I only want your love—only yours."
This time, Luo Yao was satisfied. "Ah Ran, dinner time."
Once, Lin Ran had fed Luo Yao. Now, the roles reversed.
It wasn’t that Lin Ran was fussy—his chopstick hand, broken by Luo Yao, was still healing.
While Lin Ran had fed her methodically, Luo Yao’s version was... unconventional.
Half for her, half for him, alternating bites, occasionally via mouth-to-mouth.
Yet Lin Ran adored it. His past devotion was finally reciprocated.
After dinner, Lin Ran did light indoor exercises, mindful of his injuries. Luo Yao stayed by his side, mirroring his every move.
Stepping onto the bedroom scale, Luo Yao frowned.
"Another pound heavier?"
Lin Ran blinked. "Yao Yao’s gaining weight? Good! You were too thin before—I worried you were malnourished. But even now, your figure hasn’t changed."
He wasn’t flattering. No one observed Luo Yao more closely than Lin Ran.
Her slightest changes never escaped him.
reezy rom-com) Good news: Jiang Liu is quite the ladies' man. Bad news: He’s lost his memory. Lying in a hospital bed, Jiang Liu listens to a parade of goddesses spouting "absurd claims," feeling like the world is one giant game of Werewolf. "Jiang Liu, I’m your first love." "Jiang Liu, you’re my boyfriend—she’s your ex." "Jiang Liu, we’re close friends who’ve shared a bed, remember?" "Jiang Liu, I want to have your baby." The now-lucid Jiang Liu is convinced this must be some elaborate scam... until someone drops the bombshell: "The day before you lost your memory, you confessed your feelings—and got into a relationship." Jiang Liu is utterly baffled. So... who the hell is his actual girlfriend?! ... Before recovering his memories, Jiang Liu must navigate this minefield of lies and sincerity, fighting to protect himself from these women’s schemes. But things spiral even further out of control as more people show up at his doorstep—each with increasingly unhinged antics. On the bright side, the memories he lost due to overwhelming trauma seem to be resurfacing. Great news, right? So why are they all panicking now?
+【Epic Battles!】 "Your Highness, they say Linxi Temple is miraculous. Won’t you make a wish?" "A wish? It should be making wishes to me." "That may be so, but since you’re already here..." "..." "Fine. Then grant this princess a consort to play with." "He must be obedient, devoted, and utterly infatuated with my body—so much so that he’d kneel and kiss my feet." "Your Highness, that’s not a consort. That’s a dog." "Then add clever, witty, heroic, ambitious yet pragmatic..." "Hmm, that’s enough for now. I’ll add more later." After tossing out these words half in jest, Princess Anle departed the temple—only to catch a fleeting glimpse of the Bodhisattva statue smiling at her. Meanwhile, Yang An, fresh out of university, was having a very bad day. Good news: He’d transmigrated into another world with a cheat granting tenfold combat power. Bad news: He’d immediately fallen into the clutches of a certain villainess. Good news: Said villainess possessed peerless beauty and royal status. Bad news: She was absolutely monstrous!!! In the frozen wilderness, Yang An knelt beneath Qin Guo’er’s feet, drenched in sweat despite the cold. Desperately clutching her porcelain-perfect foot—the very one poised to crush his throat—he could only think: How do I survive this?! Need answers NOW!
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
d intelligence to keep the plot moving, and sometimes even the protagonists are forced into absurdly dumb decisions. Why does the A-list celebrity heroine in urban romance novels ditch the top-tier movie star and become a lovestruck fool for a pockmarked male lead? Why do the leads in historical tragedy novels keep dancing between love and death, only for the blind healer to end up suffering the most? And Gu Wei never expected that after finally landing a villain role to stir up trouble, she’d pick the wrong gender! No choice now—she’ll just have to crush the protagonists as a girl!
