Abu walked over and dragged Yu Chengqun's wheelchair away without hesitation.
Yu Chengqun screamed in terror, "Lin Ran, how dare you hit me? Do you even know who I am?"
"Cut the crap. Of course I know who you are. Your entire Yu family is my wife’s rival. Now that you’ve shown up in front of me, not beating you would be a disservice to myself."
Lin Ran wasn’t bloodthirsty or violent.
He simply wanted to teach this scumbag Yu Chengqun a lesson—and, by extension, slap the Yu family in the face.
You dare oppose my wife?
Better surrender now and stop wasting my time with my darling…
Meanwhile, at the Yu family estate.
A servant reported, "Elder Master, Young Master Chengqun left the hospital without permission to go after Chen Qingtian."
Yu Taiduo narrowed his eyes. "That idiot. Even after losing his balls, he’s still thinking with his lower half. He’s going to cause trouble sooner or later."
Perhaps it was time to reconsider the heir situation.
But Yu Chengqun had the old man’s favor—a problem that needed solving.
Once he took down Luo Corporation, his standing in the family would skyrocket. That would be his moment to rise above it all.
That old fool? Hah. Halfway in the grave already. What was there to fear?
"Leave him be. Our priority now is dealing with Luo Yao."
The three major families hadn’t expected Luo Yao to strike first, especially when the Yu family was the one wronged.
Their original plans were thrown into disarray. Luo Yao’s offensive was relentless, forcing them to focus entirely on the battle.
"Luo Yao, don’t push me to the brink…"
Back to Yu Chengqun—under the "escort" of Nuanyao Group’s bodyguards, he was dragged out of the building.
His own guards were restrained by Lin Ran’s men, forced to watch helplessly as Abu laid into him.
Not just them—a crowd of onlookers had gathered below, watching as Yu Chengqun took the beating while desperately covering his face to avoid recognition.
Abu held back—at least, it looked that way. And since he was the only one throwing punches, there was no risk of being reported for brawling.
Once he deemed it enough, Abu swaggered off. Yu Chengqun’s guards immediately swarmed around him.
"Lin… Ran. Chen Qingtian. I’ll make you pay for this." Yu Chengqun’s rage burned hotter than ever.
One of his guards hesitated before speaking up. "Young Master, maybe save the threats for later. We should get you back to the hospital. Elder Master already knows you left."
Yu Chengqun shot him a venomous glare. "Useless trash. Hurry up and get me into the car!"
Back in the office, Abu returned just as Lin Ran checked the time and prepared to leave.
"Cousin, will Yu Chengqun come after me again? Or go after Xiaxia?"
"Hm… That’s your problem to worry about. Right now, I’m going to cuddle with my wife."
With that, Lin Ran left with Abu in tow.
Nothing in the world was more important than cuddling with his wife.
Even if Yu Chengqun killed Fang Buxia, all Chen Qingtian would lose was a relationship.
But if he skipped cuddle time? His wife might sulk for hours.
An hour earlier.
City outskirts—women’s prison.
Two women were slapping each other relentlessly.
Their hands had long gone numb, but the onlookers still hadn’t called for a stop.
SLAP. Another sharp crack, followed by a venomous insult.
"Liu Ruxue, you’re a whore."
Liu Ruxue didn’t back down. Blind as she was, she groped for Liu Yuemei’s face, aimed—and struck.
SLAP.
"You’re the one who’s been ridden by a thousand men, Liu Yuemei."
"HAHAHAHA—"
The cell erupted in "delighted" laughter. Some inmates genuinely enjoyed the spectacle; others faked it.
In this place, not laughing meant standing out—and standing out meant becoming a target.
The world would never run short of monsters. Some were born evil; others acted the part to survive.
Right now, these monsters—real and fake—were amusing themselves at the expense of aunt and niece, Liu Yuemei and Liu Ruxue.
"Pathetic! Put some strength into it! And if you can’t even curse properly, I’ll teach your mouths some new words!" the cell’s ringleader barked.
Liu Yuemei was beyond numb. When she first arrived and saw Liu Ruxue’s condition, she nearly fainted.
But the true horror was the people here.
She’d once thought herself cruel—but compared to these women, she was an amateur.
Her usual tricks were useless. From the moment she entered, the torment never stopped.
She’d complained to the guards, but it only made things worse.
Not just her—even Liu Ruxue, blind and helpless, wasn’t spared.
This hellish existence was driving her to the edge.
The only reason she hadn’t broken? Her sentence was just a few months. Abuse of Lin Tianba wasn’t a major charge. She could endure until then.
That hope kept her going.
"Everyone, settle down. I’m coming in."
A guard’s voice echoed outside.
The inmates scattered instantly. Moments later, the cell door swung open.
"Liu Ruxue."
"Here…" Her voice was weak, her face swollen beyond recognition.
The guard blinked at the sight of her and Liu Yuemei.
"What happened to you two? Faces like overripe pumpkins."
Liu Yuemei kept her head down, not daring to glance at the others. Liu Ruxue stayed silent.
They knew better than to snitch.
The guard shrugged. "Whatever. Liu Ruxue, come with me. Someone arranged medical parole for you."
Liu Ruxue froze. "Medical parole? For me?"
"That’s right. Your condition qualifies. It’s been approved—starting today, you’ll serve the remainder outside."
Her heart surged with wild hope. This wasn’t full freedom, but anything was better than here.
"It must be Lin Ran! He came for me! That means You Qingnan must’ve dealt with Luo Yao already. HAHAHA—"
Two guards waited at the door while a third escorted her out.
Liu Yuemei called after her, "Ruxue! Don’t forget your aunt—"
Liu Ruxue paused, then turned with a cold smirk. Though her eyes were empty, the malice in her gaze was palpable.
"Dream on. The moment you sided with them against me, we became enemies."
Liu Yuemei panicked. "I’m family! You can’t leave me in this hellhole with these demons!"
Liu Ruxue scoffed. "I’m going to live well outside. Even if I could help you, I wouldn’t."
The guard tightened his grip. "Enough yapping. Move it."
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.
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."
't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.
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.”
