"Lin Ran's gaze at Luo Yao just now was practically oozing love. The moment they walked in, his eyes never left her. Ugh, I'm so jealous—Luo Yao really has it all, huh? Good thing I recorded it. This clip is gonna go viral for sure."
"Did you guys miss the part where Luo Yao just kicked that guy to death? And here you are shipping them? Have you no humanity?"
"Yeah, I'll ship them if I want. What's it to you? That guy attacked them first—was she just supposed to take it? If you're so opinionated, why don’t you go get stabbed instead?"
As the crowd buzzed with debate, a team of bodyguards suddenly rushed in.
The bodyguards "borrowed" the onlookers' phones, "helping" them delete the footage of Luo Yao's violent retaliation.
Meanwhile, after Lin Ran's checkup, Dean Yi confirmed that his recovery was progressing well, with no major issues.
Only then did Luo Yao relax. She’d been genuinely worried about Lin Ran’s injuries, especially since she hadn’t exactly gone easy on him during his recovery.
By the time they left the hospital, You Qingnan had already been carried away.
Once they got in the car, Wang Bao began his report.
"Miss, we’ve confirmed the motive. It’s likely… Liu Ruxue," Wang Bao said, glancing at Lin Ran before continuing.
"Huh?" Lin Ran was baffled. Wasn’t Liu Ruxue in prison?
Wang Bao then detailed the findings, sourced primarily from official investigations.
By piecing things together, they connected the dots.
After all, imagination was a necessary skill for a bodyguard.
You Qingnan was something else—a devoted simp for Liu Ruxue, even more pathetic than Lin Ran had ever been.
Since Liu Ruxue’s imprisonment, You Qingnan had been tirelessly whitewashing her reputation online, even attempting to sue for a retrial.
Of course, it was all futile. The woman herself had confessed—what was the point of his antics?
So, You Qingnan spiraled. He spent his days ranting on campus about Lin Ran’s heartlessness and proclaiming his undying love for Liu Ruxue.
His theatrics earned him the title of "Jingda University’s Most Devoted Lover."
As the Lunar New Year approached, he couldn’t take it anymore and visited Liu Ruxue in prison.
But what he saw shattered him.
The goddess he’d obsessed over was now… disfigured.
Staring at her horrifically scarred face, You Qingnan recoiled in fear.
"Qingnan, I’m blind now. I’ll never be good enough for you. Forget about me. And remember—none of this was Luo Yao’s fault. Don’t you dare take a knife and go after her for revenge."
Those were Liu Ruxue’s exact words.
Leaving the prison, You Qingnan unraveled. Eventually, he chose this path of no return.
He knew Luo Yao was responsible for Liu Ruxue’s condition, and he swore vengeance.
But getting to Luo Yao was nearly impossible. Her status alone made her untouchable, let alone her entourage of bodyguards.
He wasn’t stupid. He knew conventional methods wouldn’t work and that no one would believe him.
So, he bided his time, waiting for the right moment.
By sheer chance, he learned of Lin Ran’s injury.
Internet sleuths had dissected Lin Ran’s livestream, piecing together clues about his health and even pinpointing the hospital.
Once again proving that netizens could find anything—except a significant other.
You Qingnan staked out the hospital, betting Lin Ran would return and Luo Yao would accompany him.
No matter what others said about their relationship not being genuine, he didn’t buy it. He could tell—Luo Yao was head over heels for Lin Ran.
He knew the feeling all too well.
He was certain Luo Yao would stick by Lin Ran’s side during his recovery.
Today was his first day lying in wait, and he struck gold—Luo Yao showed up. He took it as divine intervention.
So, he charged with a knife, only to fail spectacularly.
He guessed the beginning but not the ending.
"Though we don’t know exactly what Liu Ruxue said to You Qingnan during that visit, it’s clear she instigated this," Wang Bao concluded.
You Qingnan was an idiot. If you’re going to attack someone, at least research their capabilities first.
Forget Luo Yao’s status—did he really think her bodyguards would let him succeed? Not that she even needed them.
Her combat skills were legendary.
Luo Yao narrowed her eyes. She hadn’t expected Liu Ruxue to stir up trouble even from behind bars.
Lin Ran was equally stunned. How was Liu Ruxue still causing chaos?
Liu Ruxue wasn’t just disgusting—she was downright vile.
Clearly, her punishment hadn’t been harsh enough.
Lin Ran’s rage boiled over. Even though Luo Yao was unharmed, he was furious.
His beloved wife, whom he cherished more than anything, and this wretched woman dared plot her death?
In their past life, Liu Ruxue had killed him. Now, she was after his wife.
Enough was enough.
"I’m done. Wife, I’m going to end Liu Ruxue. I’ll have her shipped off to Southeast Asia."
Luo Yao gave him a strange look. "A-Ran, you’re not using this as an excuse to see her, are you?"
Lin Ran froze, then pouted. "Wife, how can you still doubt me? I told you—Liu Ruxue is just a turd I stepped on in life. You’re my everything. How could I even think of another woman when I have you? I want her dead for daring to target my Yao Yao. Unforgivable. I’m so mad."
Watching his tantrum, Luo Yao found him unbearably cute.
She gently silenced him with a kiss, her hand tracing the lines of his abs, teasing him into a frenzy.
Wang Bao, ever the professional, raised the partition without a word.
The car weaved through the bustling streets, Wang Bao’s driving skills on full display.
Abu, riding shotgun, looked impressed.
"Wang Bao, you’ve leveled up since our training days."
Wang Bao remained humble.
"No matter how good I am, I’ll never outdrive Miss Luo and Young Master Lin. They’re the real experts."
As the car rocked faintly, the two bodyguards exchanged knowing smiles and fell silent.
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
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."
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.
