But what does this have to do with me, Lin Ran? After all, I only have eyes for my wife.
"Hmm... I can't control her either. By the way, where is she now?"
Wu Zhishang replied, "I don’t know. She’s beyond anyone’s reach at this point."
Lin Ran nodded. "Contact her later and have her handle the PR for Yu Chengqun’s situation."
Though Wu Zhishang wasn’t some all-knowing figure, he was still a CEO. Any significant movement in the business world would eventually reach his ears.
He’d already heard about Chen Qingtian’s infamous "shattering" incident—though the specifics remained unclear.
"Got it. I’ll notify her right away. But Lin Ran, why did Chen Qingtian kick that guy? And with such brutality? What kind of grudge could justify that?"
Lin Ran: "You can ask her yourself—if she’s willing to talk. Now, let’s discuss other matters."
He swiftly changed the subject. He had no intention of prying into someone else’s private affairs.
The success of this PR effort would depend entirely on Chen Qingtian herself. It was a test of her capabilities.
Knowing Lin Ran’s temperament, Wu Zhishang didn’t press further.
The two then shifted their conversation to the state of their real estate and industrial ventures.
"Lin Ran, my throat’s dry from all this talking. Aren’t you leaving yet?"
Lin Ran: "..."
"Well, well. Now you’re kicking me out?"
"It’s just that with you here, I have to keep chatting. I’ve got a mountain of work to get through."
Truthfully, he just wanted to have a heart-to-heart with Zhang Xinyan.
Seeing Wu Zhishang cite work as an excuse, Lin Ran felt a pang of realization.
Fine. It seemed he was the only one slacking off in this world.
Though, to be fair, he only slacked off in words—not actions.
"Alright, I’ll go. But before I do, there’s something you should know. I might need to mobilize the company’s resources soon. Be ready."
"For what?" Wu Zhishang straightened in his seat.
"I’m not sure yet. My wife’s locked in a business war with the Yu-Ai family. If there’s a chance, I want to help her."
Wu Zhishang fell silent. "Lin Ran, our company’s a paper tiger. What can we possibly contribute?"
He wasn’t exaggerating. In the grand scheme of commerce, Nuanyao Group held some influence, but compared to the top-tier families, they were practically insignificant.
"We have people. Even a small effort counts. Besides, I’m just giving you a heads-up—chances are, we won’t even be needed."
Wu Zhishang nodded. Whatever Lin Ran said, he’d follow.
"Understood. You go ahead, Lin Ran. I’ve got work to do."
As Lin Ran left, he felt the world had turned against him—even his own brother was shooing him away.
At least his wife would never abandon him.
Once outside, he instructed Abner, "Look into whether the Yu family’s up to anything sneaky."
"On it."
Meanwhile, the business war between Luo Corporation and the Yu-Ai family had officially begun.
The assistant team transformed into a high-efficiency war machine, operating at a pace that sent tremors through the business world.
Within mere hours, the market value of both families plummeted by billions.
The retaliation was swift. No one had expected Luo Yao to strike first.
Gradually, the Zhang family also entered the fray.
Against a single family, Luo Yao could drive it to bankruptcy in days.
Two families wouldn’t be much harder.
But facing three at once? That was pushing it.
Still, Luo Yao wasn’t worried.
These three families had deep roots, with sprawling networks of descendants.
But that very complexity was their weakness. More people meant more financial burdens.
If their cash flow ruptured beyond a certain point, even the mightiest dynasty would crumble.
Don’t want to fall? Too bad—your own kin will tear you apart.
Unless, of course, you were a "red" family.
That’s why the Chen family, despite being the poorest among the elites, was the most stable.
And Luo Yao’s advantage?
She had scale, skill, and staggering wealth.
Most importantly, she was a lone wolf. No need to second-guess decisions or placate anyone. Her team obeyed without question—even if the orders were flawed.
This autocratic style wasn’t necessarily a virtue, but it wasn’t purely a flaw either.
Of course, wielding such power required extraordinary competence.
Vision, tactics, judgment—all had to be top-tier. Otherwise, unilateral control would be suicidal.
And Luo Yao? She was that capable.
She could adapt on the fly—shifting strategies, altering course, even abandoning plans entirely.
She also held a trump card: evidence of these families’ illegal dealings.
But now wasn’t the time to play it. She’d wait until they were tangled in chaos, desperate—then strike the fatal blow.
By nightfall, Luo Corporation’s headquarters still blazed with light, every employee buzzing with purpose.
Precision and order reigned supreme.
"President Luo, you should head home. Mr. Lin is probably waiting. We’ve got this," Liu Meng suggested.
At the mention of Lin Ran, Luo Yao’s lips curved.
She’d been busy all day, but it wasn’t exhausting.
Mostly, she’d just tweaked Liu Meng’s suboptimal directives and corrected her misjudgments.
Not out of affection—Luo Yao was grooming her successor.
After retirement, she still expected the corporation to generate steady profits. After all, she had a husband to support.
With no heirs and no love for the Luo family, Liu Meng was her chosen stand-in.
Her relentless coaching aimed to equip the future helm of Luo Corporation with wisdom—not let her learn through costly trial and error.
Checking today’s expense records on her phone, Luo Yao struggled to suppress a grin.
Not a single transaction under ten million yuan. The highest? A staggering billion.
Her A-Ran was finally embracing his role as her spending tool.
Wife: [A-Ran, come pick me up from work.]
Husband: [Your chariot awaits, Princess.]
Luo Yao stood. "A-Ran’s here. I’m leaving."
"Uh—right."
As she walked, she reflexively checked Lin Ran’s daily itinerary—and frowned.
The moment she stepped out of Luo Corporation, Lin Ran swept her into his arms. "Yao Yao, you’ve worked hard."
"Not at all. What did you do today, A-Ran?"
with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!
agon king storylines. At the start, I obtained the "Ultimate Lackey System" - the more I act as a lackey, the stronger I become. What else could I do? I chose to become the personal henchman of the ultimate villain, Su Muwan. I provoke all sorts of chosen ones, snatch away their opportunities, and commit every evil deed imaginable. You ask who's behind me? Hmph! You're not worthy of knowing my lady's name! ...... ....... I am Su Muwan, the eldest daughter of the Su family. Since childhood, I've possessed extraordinary talent in martial arts, which led to my arrogant and domineering personality in my past life. I was even foolish enough to repeatedly challenge those favored by heaven, ultimately resulting in a tragic death. In this life, I must behave and absolutely cannot walk the same path again!! However... SLAP!! "So you're the Dragon King, huh?!" When I saw my little lackey swagger over and viciously slap the Dragon King who was hiding his identity, I felt my heart sink. Su Muwan's suspended heart finally died as she watched Qin Luo, her utterly loyal lackey, standing before her. She fainted on the spot from shock. Heaven is determined to destroy me!! (Pure love 1v1, light-hearted, no angst, single female lead, villain, reincarnation, lackey)
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
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!
