After Liu Meng left, Lin Ran carried a plate of fruit into the study.
"Yao Yao, you must be thirsty after talking for so long. Have some fruit."
Luo Yao's eyes curved into crescents. "Okay."
Lin Ran's injuries had mostly healed over the past few days, and he could move around without any issues—even engaging in vigorous activities in bed.
Seeing Lin Ran crouching beside her to feed her, Luo Yao worried he might be straining himself. She gestured for him to sit on the chair, then settled herself onto his lap.
Lin Ran: "You think this is less tiring?"
Well, what could he do? His wife liked it, so he'd just spoil her.
As he fed her bite after bite, Luo Yao couldn't help but feel she was putting on weight again.
"Ah Ran, let’s go on a show."
"What show?"
"The one called 'The Boss and His Wife’s Shenanigans.' We joined last year, and this year they’re doing a poll—the top three couples get an extra episode, scheduled for this weekend..."
"Oh, sure."
Lin Ran thought it was about time they got some fresh air. As blissful as their secluded, love-filled days had been, they needed a change of pace.
He wanted to appear with Luo Yao in every corner of the world. He didn’t know about past dreams, but his future dream was to take Luo Yao on a never-ending honeymoon across the globe.
For a lifetime.
"Ah Ran doesn’t want to go? I can ask Liu Meng to cancel." Luo Yao pouted, feigning disappointment.
Lin Ran nearly melted at her cuteness. Only those who had witnessed her icy fierceness could truly appreciate how adorable her acting cute was now.
"I do want to go. As long as it’s with Yao Yao, I’ll love anything we do."
...
Early Saturday morning, the production crew arrived at the estate. They would be filming a two-day live broadcast, following the couple everywhere except when they slept.
At 7 a.m., the livestream went live.
Uncle Fu welcomed the crew into the villa, and Lin Ran recognized them immediately—all familiar faces.
Survivors who had eaten his cooking and lived to tell the tale.
Meanwhile, the barrage of comments in Lin Ran and Luo Yao’s livestream flooded the screen.
[Crazy Outsider]: "OMG, the official page didn’t lie! It’s really them! The divine duo Luo Yao and Lin Ran are reuniting on screen! Do you know how I’ve suffered these past months? I’ve resorted to shipping my dog and cat as a substitute!"
"If they don’t start feeding us sweetness soon, I’m mailing them knives. Wait, where’s Luo Yao? Only Lin Ran’s here?"
"Just broke up. I need Lin Ran to be my boyfriend. I’m so love-starved."
Some people in this chat are digging their own graves.
Lin Ran raised a finger to his lips. "Shh, my wife might still be asleep. Don’t wake her."
The first segment of the special was breakfast—hence the early start.
But with the female lead still in bed, what were they supposed to film?
Lin Ran bustled around the kitchen, stirring uneasy memories among the crew.
He glanced at them and extended a sincere invitation.
"Want to join us?"
The entire crew shook their heads like rattles.
Lin Ran smirked. "Your loss."
Today’s breakfast featured his homemade steamed buns, specifically requested by Luo Yao.
Paired with soy milk and side dishes, it was a simple, heartwarming Chinese breakfast.
Once everything was ready, Lin Ran returned to the bedroom to wake Luo Yao.
They’d stayed up late the previous night, so he’d let her sleep in while he prepared breakfast.
Basking in his affection, Luo Yao had nodded drowsily.
Back in the bedroom, he found her already awake and dressed. Luo Yao didn’t need elaborate makeup to stun—her natural beauty was breathtaking.
Her fair neck adorned with 'Eternal Love,' a ¥13,000 bracelet on her wrist looking like it cost ¥130 million.
"Wife, you’re gorgeous."
Luo Yao’s eyes curved again. "I’m going on camera—of course I have to look my best."
"You’re always beautiful."
"But I still need to put in the effort."
The more dazzling she looked, the clearer the warning to any would-be homewreckers: Don’t even think about it.
Not that anyone dared to make a move on Lin Ran anymore, but better safe than sorry.
"Relax, no one can steal me away—because I won’t allow it. Let’s go eat."
Luo Yao reached out, and Lin Ran effortlessly scooped her up, hands supporting her as he carried her out of the bedroom.
Thankfully, his injuries had healed enough—otherwise, he wouldn’t have lasted long.
Stepping out, they delivered a lovey-dovey blow to the entire internet.
"Ah Ran, am I heavy?"
"Light as a feather," Lin Ran lied through his teeth, but his actions spoke louder than words.
“Holy—! I thought I was prepared, but this sweetness is lethal. Couple goals… no, wife-spoiling goals!”
[Fifty Explosive Gang]: "Wait, wasn’t Lin Ran injured? There were rumors he was hospitalized. How’s he recovered so fast? Does Luo Yao not care about his well-being?"
[Murong Qing, who loves eating pickled fish balls]: "Who let this idiot in? Since when do we police couples? Just enjoy the sugar, damn it!"
Back in the dining room—a distance neither short nor long—Lin Ran set Luo Yao down and resumed feeding her.
The moment the first bun touched her lips, she froze.
"Huh? This… tastes even better than before! What filling did you use?"
Lin Ran: "Filled with love for you."
Livestream: "..."
Pffft—what kind of cheesy crap is this? Unrealistic fluff! 'Filled with love'? Give me a break.
“Gotta admit, Lin Ran’s stamina is impressive. Did you see how far it was from the bedroom? He carried her the whole way. Isn’t this too spoiling? Is Luo Yao the domineering CEO here or a pampered wifey?”
Luo Yao’s current demeanor did resemble a doting, love-struck wife, her gaze fixed adoringly on Lin Ran.
The crew filmed on, swallowing dog food between shots.
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
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!
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
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.
