"Good morning, Boss's Husband!"
The synchronized greeting caught Lin Ran completely off guard.
"Uh... hello everyone."
Wow, the boss's husband is so nice—zero arrogance and even greets us back!
Wang Fang stepped forward. "What are you all doing here? Is your work done?"
The assistant team scattered instantly, leaving Wang Fang standing before Lin Ran.
"Good morning, Boss's Husband."
"Oh? Good morning, Sister Wang."
"Boss's Husband, could I ask you for a favor?"
"Go ahead."
Wang Fang pulled out a photo—a still from a show featuring Lin Ran and Luo Yao.
In the frame, the two lay on lounge chairs, their heads tilted toward each other in a tender gaze, with a breathtaking starry sky as the backdrop.
"Could you sign this? I already got President Luo's autograph—now I just need yours."
Lin Ran sighed internally but signed his name anyway.
"By the way... get me a copy of this photo too."
"Of course! What size?"
"The biggest possible."
Lin Ran planned to hang it in his bedroom—the shot was simply too perfect.
That cameraman from the show really knew his craft.
The thought made Lin Ran blush slightly.
If only he'd stopped the cameraman during that biscuit-eating scene...
Entering the office, he found Liu Meng and Luo Yao both looking his way.
"Ah-Ran."
"Ta-da! My dear Princess Yao Yao, your prince has arrived with your favorite treat!"
Luo Yao's eyes curved into crescents, her smile so delicate it seemed painted by an artist's brush—one touch might ruin it.
"My favorite treat? What could it be?"
Lin Ran set the food container on the desk, leaning against her chair to admire his beautiful wife.
"Why, it's obviously me."
Ahem! Ahem!
Liu Meng took the hint. "President Luo, Young Master Lin, I'll excuse myself."
Neither acknowledged her. Liu Meng didn't move.
Then Luo Yao's gaze shifted—those angelic wings of a smile suddenly frosted over.
"Weren't you leaving? Why are you still here?"
Liu Meng shivered but summoned her courage, producing another photo.
"Actually... could I trouble you both for one more thing?"
Ten seconds later, Liu Meng walked away satisfied, photo in hand.
It felt like watching her favorite ship finally sail after years of anticipation.
President Luo and Young Master Lin had truly weathered the storm.
No one understood their three-year cat-and-mouse chase better than Liu Meng and Uncle Fu.
Back in the office:
"Ah-Ran, won't you get tired of feeding me like this every day?"
Lin Ran shook his head vehemently. "Impossible. If anything, our life isn't sweet enough yet. My dream is to make the entire world diabetic from our sweetness."
Luo Yao leaned in, sealing his promise with a passionate kiss.
"Husband... I'm full now."
Lin Ran finished the remaining food before packing up.
Sure, he was wealthy, but waste was shameful—well, mostly he just loved eating Luo Yao's leftovers.
"Yao Yao, Principal Tang wants Luo Corporation to exclusively recruit Jingda University's graduates this year. I'm just the messenger."
Truthfully, Nuanyao Group was quite prestigious too, but compared to Luo Corporation, the latter naturally attracted more talent.
A stint at Luo Corporation was practically a golden ticket in their industry.
Luo Yao nodded. "Whatever my husband decides."
She couldn't care less—Luo Corporation had endless positions anyway.
Even if they didn't, she'd establish a new subsidiary before letting her husband's reputation suffer.
After a post-meal break, Lin Ran reluctantly left, not wanting to distract Luo Yao from her corporate battles.
Outside the office, he overheard Liu Meng reprimanding the assistants.
"Using President Luo and Boss's Husband for office bets? Since when did you all grow such bold backbones?"
"This month's bonuses are—"
"Director Liu! Director Liu!" Lin Ran called out.
Startled, Liu Meng hurried over. "Yes, Boss's Husband? How may I assist?"
Lin Ran lowered his voice. "Let's make a deal."
Liu Meng's skepticism was palpable.
What kind of deal could she possibly have with Lin Ran?
Lin Ran whispered: "@#�0�6%..."
Her expression grew increasingly peculiar. Since when was Boss's Husband this scheming?
"Understood." The idea was too amusing to refuse.
Meanwhile, Wang Fang handed Lin Ran the framed photo—now towering over him.
"That fast?"
"Of course. Luo Corporation's assistants operate at lightning speed."
Lin Ran marveled at the colossal print. These assistants were practically superhuman.
Forget printing something this size so quickly—where did they even find paper this large?
This wasn't developed; it had to be printed. What kind of industrial printer did they use?
"Impressive."
As Lin Ran departed, Liu Meng returned to the assistants' workspace.
Currently managed by Wang Fang, the team primarily served Liu Meng—making her their de facto ruler.
It was precisely because of this that Liu Meng had recently been training so hard that she exuded an aura of dominance and sharpness. Upon closer inspection, she had already adopted many of Luo Yao’s mannerisms.
The moment she stepped into the office area, the entire assistant team fell silent, not daring to speak a word.
Liu Meng: "I wasn’t finished earlier. Your bonuses… will be temporarily withheld. We’ll see how you perform going forward. Also, regarding your little betting pool involving Luo Yao and the boss’s husband—I don’t want to see it happen anywhere within my line of sight."
After Liu Meng left, the assistants were stunned.
"What did Liu Meng mean by that? If she doesn’t want it happening where she can see it, does that mean we can still bet where she can’t?"
"Wang Fang, what do you think?"
Wang Fang rubbed her chin thoughtfully, recalling how Liu Meng had just been called away by Lin Ran. Suddenly, her eyes lit up.
"Mhm, that’s probably what she meant."
"Then let’s set up a betting pool on WeChat?" one assistant suggested.
The others immediately agreed.
A WeChat group was created.
[Luo Goddess vs. Lin Ran Betting Pool]
Shu Qian: [Will the boss’s husband come to deliver lunch to Luo Yao tomorrow? Bet "yes" by typing 1, odds 1:1.1. Bet "no" by typing 2, odds 1:35. To be the bookie, type 3. Transfer funds to the bookie after the pool closes. Maximum bet: 10,000 RMB.]
Du Shule: [333—I’m definitely being the bookie.]
Cai Youwan: [3, I’ll be a bookie too.]
Xia Zhuozhu: [1, betting 10,000.]
Mei Zhujian: [1, also betting 10,000.]
Fan Guzai: [2, I’ll throw in 1,000 for a long shot.]
[...]
The vast majority bet that Lin Ran would show up—except for one person who bet against it. Wait, make that two.
Qiao Xiaohua: [Wang Fang, have you placed your bet yet? What did you go with?]
Wang Fang: [2. Well then, I’ll throw in 10,000 to play along. Otherwise, I’m afraid your prize pool won’t have enough to cover the payouts.]
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?"
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ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...
