She didn’t want to lose her composure in front of Lin Ran, so she kept a gentle smile on her face.
Suddenly, a loud roar startled Liu Ruxue, making her jump.
Liu Yuemei shouted, “Lin Ran, you ungrateful wretch! Have you forgotten your own mother?”
The room instantly fell silent.
Who could be so rude?
Everyone turned to look, their faces filled with shock. Even the dancers on the floor stopped moving, leaving only the music playing softly in the background.
Liu Yuemei’s voice was too loud to ignore.
All eyes were now on Lin Ran.
How could such a handsome and wealthy young man be so unfilial?
Lin Ran wasn’t about to take the insult lying down. He quickly retorted,
“You’re just a mistress. What right do you have to call yourself my mother?”
That one sentence was a knockout blow.
You want to shout? Let’s see who ends up looking worse.
Come on, let’s hurt each other.
Liu Yuemei stood frozen, unable to believe what she had just heard. She struggled to respond but couldn’t, because if anyone dug deeper, it would be revealed that she was, in fact, a mistress in name.
Uncle Fu frowned and said, “Throw them out.”
Several bodyguards immediately stepped forward to drag the two women away. Liu Ruxue was horrified.
“Lin Ran, it’s me, Ruxue! Tell them to let go!”
Liu Yuemei also snapped out of her daze and shouted,
“I’m the wife of the chairman of Suran Group! Is this how your hotel treats its guests? Do you even want my business in the future?”
The staff: ??? Have you ever even spent money here?
At that moment, a stunning woman in her thirties walked over. She was the hotel’s manager.
Seeing her, all the staff greeted her respectfully.
From their demeanor, Liu Yuemei quickly deduced the woman’s position.
“Is this how your hotel treats its customers? I’m Mrs. Lin of Suran Group! Do you believe I can have your hotel torn down?”
Her words sent a chill through the room.
Many people there were familiar with Suran Group. A company worth only two or three billion, threatening to tear down Pangu Hotel? How delusional can you get?
Pangu Hotel’s estimated value exceeded five billion, and its owner was a mysterious figure with extensive connections. You’re going to tear it down?
And looking at Liu Yuemei and Liu Ruxue’s outfits, they looked more like a nouveau riche mother and her innocent daughter.
They were completely out of place in this setting!
Look at the socialites here—each one exudes sexiness and elegance. And the ladies? They’re all refined and dignified.
But you? One’s decked out in gaudy accessories, and the other’s putting on a pitiful act. What kind of soap opera are you trying to stage here?
Probably just a mistress flaunting her wealth and her daughter pretending to be pure.
By now, most people had already concluded that Liu Yuemei was indeed a mistress. Humans are often creatures of instinct.
The manager raised an eyebrow, surprised as she looked at Liu Yuemei, thinking, “Where did this tacky, nouveau riche woman come from?”
“Suran Group, huh? Not bad, not bad!”
Hearing this, Liu Yuemei felt a surge of triumph and barked at the bodyguards holding her,
“Did you hear that? Let me go! Your manager just gave the order!”
The bodyguards: ??? Whose manager?
The hotel manager then continued,
“Your group’s name is nice, but I’ve never heard of it. And these bodyguards aren’t from our hotel, so I have no authority over them.”
She had originally intended to defuse the situation but now decided to change her approach.
Liu Yuemei was trembling with rage. Since marrying Lin Tianba, she had never been humiliated like this before.
“Let me go right now! And as for your hotel, just you wait!”
The hotel manager narrowed her eyes and said coldly, “You all, can’t you see how hard these bodyguards are working? Go and help them!”
The staff had already been annoyed by Liu Yuemei and Liu Ruxue since they arrived. Seeing them cause a scene at the banquet only made things worse.
Now, they all rushed over to assist, with four people lifting Liu Ruxue and Liu Yuemei and literally carrying them out.
No one at the scene sympathized with Liu Yuemei. Many of the women even wore expressions of satisfaction, as if they wanted to step on her a few times.
She’s just a mistress, after all. Mistresses have no shame, which explains why she lacks the grace of a proper lady from a wealthy family.
Many of the high-society ladies present despised mistresses the most.
After Liu Yuemei was thrown out, the staff briefed the manager on what had happened. The manager was stunned and turned to look at Lin Ran.
Lin Ran represented Luo Corporation, and no one dared to offend him—not even the event organizers, who turned a blind eye.
How could such a young man represent Luo Corporation? Could he be from the Luo family?
And why did he look so familiar?
The manager, being sharp, quickly approached Lin Ran.
“Sir, I deeply apologize for the inconvenience caused. As a gesture of goodwill, our hotel would like to offer you a Diamond Membership.”
A Diamond Membership—the highest tier of membership at Pangu Hotel, granting access to the most exclusive services.
The manager’s announcement shocked the room once again.
After all, the incident wasn’t the hotel’s fault, yet they were willing to apologize and offer such a generous compensation. This only deepened everyone’s curiosity about Lin Ran’s identity.
Just the status of a Diamond Member was something most people here could only dream of achieving.
Lin Ran smiled and declined. He wasn’t sure what the manager’s intentions were, and he didn’t want to use Luo Corporation’s name to gain favors.
These kinds of favors would have to be repaid by Luo Yao.
The manager seemed to sense Lin Ran’s hesitation and whispered, “Mr. Lin, Ms. Luo holds shares in our hotel. As her representative, it’s only natural that we treat you with the utmost respect. And this membership isn’t for Luo Corporation—it’s my personal apology to you. You don’t need to feel any pressure.”
Hearing this, Lin Ran finally understood. So, the hotel had some connection to his wife. In that case, he could accept the membership as a gesture of respect for Luo Yao.
After all, Luo Yao loved giving him gifts, and she’d probably be thrilled to hear about this.
“Thank you, then,” Lin Ran said.
The manager replied, “You’re welcome, sir. May I have your full name for the registration?”
Lin Ran answered without hesitation, “I’m Lin Ran.”
The manager froze in place.
“You… you’re Lin Ran?”
She frantically pulled out her phone to check something, and then—
Oh my God.
Seeing the manager stammering, Lin Ran was puzzled.
The next moment, the manager bowed deeply and exclaimed,
“Good evening, Boss!”
Her words sent everyone’s jaws dropping to the floor.
Lin Ran… was the owner of Pangu Hotel?
Even Lin Ran himself was stunned.
“What did you just call me?”
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."
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
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.”
