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.
saw a female celebrity tied up and stuffed in the trunk! Little did he know, countless cameras were aimed at him at this moment - this was a new type of reality show. The first randomly selected passerby was caught in less than an hour. But when Xu Moru was selected, things started to take an unexpected turn. "Damn, this isn't how the script goes. This Xu Moru is too bold, he's not following the rules at all." "Crap, is this guy taking it seriously?" "The female celebrity has been scared to tears!"
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
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."
