Where is the most comfortable place in the morning?
It’s the bed that hasn’t lost its warmth yet—the place where countless people are late because of it.
Lin Ran didn’t feel like getting up at all, nor did he want Luo Yao to rise either.
He thought it would be lovely for the two of them to just lie in bed, whispering sweet nothings to each other.
"Darling, let’s stay a little longer," Lin Ran murmured, holding Luo Yao’s hand and rubbing it against his cheek.
"Ran, you need to eat on time. How about I lie with you again after breakfast?" Luo Yao replied softly.
Lin Ran nodded. "Okay, but I want my wife to help me get dressed."
This was something Luo Yao was more than happy to do. As she dressed him, she recalled the time she had helped him change outfits—how unpredictable he had been back then, and how much she had adored that side of him.
Once dressed, they left the bedroom.
Starting today, Lin Ran would no longer eat in bed. Though his injuries were serious, they weren’t so severe that he couldn’t make it to the dining table.
The main reason he hadn’t been getting up was because Luo Yao had been taking such meticulous care of him, attending to his every need without letting him lift a finger.
But now, with Luo Yao by his side at all times, that rule was broken.
Luo Yao supported Lin Ran as they made their way to the dining room, where the chef had prepared a meal tailored to aid his recovery.
She fed him herself.
Just then, Uncle Fu came in to deliver a message.
Even if Lin Ran wasn’t going out, that didn’t mean others wouldn’t come to him.
"Young Miss, Young Master Lin, Miss Chen Qingtian is here. Shall I let her in?"
Luo Yao frowned. She had put aside her work just to be with Lin Ran, and now, on their first day of rest, someone was already interrupting them.
Lin Ran furrowed his brows as well. Very few people knew about his injuries—Chen Qingtian included.
If she saw him like this, wouldn’t that mean the Chen family would find out? And wouldn’t that mean the whole world would know?
Well… that might be an exaggeration. His cousin could be tight-lipped when she wanted to be.
Besides, she was already here. Could they really turn her away?
Luo Yao looked at Lin Ran, who in turn glanced at Uncle Fu. The old man stared blankly into the air before hesitantly asking, "So… should I send her away… or let her in?"
"Let her in," Lin Ran finally said.
Chen Qingtian drove herself in, marveling at the vastness of the estate as she made her way from the gates to the main villa.
She was no stranger to Dongtian Manor—having filmed short dramas here and even celebrated New Year’s Eve on the grounds—but every visit still left her in awe.
Entering the villa, she handed a gift to Uncle Fu. "Happy New Year, Uncle Fu! This is for you."
Uncle Fu: "..." The New Year celebrations were long over.
Chen Qingtian followed him to the dining room.
"Oh, you’re having breakfast? Perfect timing—I haven’t eaten yet. Uncle Fu, could you prepare a portion for me too?"
Wow. She really didn’t hold back.
Uncle Fu glanced at Lin Ran, who gave a slight nod, before replying, "Of course."
Chen Qingtian took a seat across from them and immediately noticed Lin Ran’s condition.
"Cousin, are you injured?"
Lin Ran looked at her in surprise. "I’m shocked you spoke to me first."
Chen Qingtian’s face flushed with embarrassment. Lin Ran had teased her about this before.
"Ah, don’t dwell on the details! I wanted to visit during the New Year, but there were so many rumors flying around, and Grandma told me not to bother you two. That’s why I delayed. But since I saw you were already live-streaming again, I figured it was safe to drop by today."
She turned to Luo Yao. "How are you feeling, sister-in-law? When you were unconscious, it felt like the sky had fallen."
Luo Yao gave a soft "Mm," signaling that she was fine. Chen Qingtian knew this was just her nature and didn’t press further. As long as she was okay, that was all that mattered.
"Cousin, are you hurt too?" Chen Qingtian asked again.
"I am. Wounded by love," Lin Ran said, his gaze never leaving Luo Yao, who felt a wave of warmth envelop her.
His injuries had been sustained while saving her.
Chen Qingtian felt like she’d just been force-fed a mouthful of dog food—but she had no proof.
"Ahem! Ahem!" She coughed exaggeratedly, but the couple remained unfazed.
"Ahem! Ahem!"
"Ahem, ahem, ahem—"
"Miss Chen, no need to keep coughing. Your breakfast is ready," Uncle Fu interjected.
"Oh! Thank you, Uncle Fu. I won’t hold back then."
Chen Qingtian dug in, watching the lovebirds across from her with a mix of envy and determination.
One day, when she had a man of her own, she’d flaunt their affection just like this—no, even more extravagantly. She’d rub it in their faces nonstop.
That day… couldn’t come soon enough, right?
"Cousin, did you just come here to mooch off our food?" Lin Ran teased.
Chen Qingtian paused mid-chew, swallowing before retorting, "I came to visit you and sister-in-law, to thank Uncle Fu, and also to discuss the film company."
Lin Ran looked puzzled. "Thank Uncle Fu for what?"
Chen Qingtian smiled brightly. "For helping me investigate that matter. If not for him, I wouldn’t have known the truth might be completely different. Today, I wanted to ask Uncle Fu how we could confirm the details from back then."
Seeing Lin Ran’s confusion, Uncle Fu explained, "Young Master Lin, it’s about that case you asked me to look into for Miss Chen."
"Oh! Right, right—that guy named Fang… Fang Buxia, wasn’t it?"
Lin Ran had known about it but had momentarily forgotten. Uncle Fu had mentioned it to him before.
At the mention of "Fang Buxia," Chen Qingtian’s expression flickered.
Sometimes, she wondered if that night had been a hallucination. But through Uncle Fu’s investigation, she’d learned that the man she’d drunkenly encountered back then was indeed Fang Buxia.
Yet, when he saw her injured, he had turned and fled.
Disgusting.
Uncle Fu pulled out a simple business card from his pocket and handed it to Chen Qingtian. It bore only a phone number and a surname.
"This matter is quite old, so it won’t be easy to investigate. But don’t worry—this is the contact of an old friend of mine who works as a detective. If even he can’t uncover anything, then I’m afraid there’s nothing more to be done."
Chen Qingtian accepted it gratefully.
"Thank you, Uncle Fu."
She tucked the card away like a treasured possession.
A real detective! She’d never dealt with one before.
With that settled, she moved on to the film company.
If Luo Yao had still been unconscious, she wouldn’t have brought it up. But now that her sister-in-law was full of energy, she felt no hesitation.
"Don’t worry, sister-in-law. Once the film company is established, I’ll make sure to poach all the pretty girls from Nuanyao Group—"
Luo Yao nodded, spoon-feeding Lin Ran his porridge as she replied, "Mm. Let’s launch it by the end of the month. No need to wait too long."

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.”

young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."

e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"

rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!