All of this was captured by the phone camera lying on the ground. On the other end of the video, Chen Qingtian covered her mouth in disbelief.
Watching Fang Buxia’s fearless expression, she suddenly felt that her once gentle "little puppy" had turned into a ferocious beast.
Yet, she cried.
Because it seemed she no longer had the power to save Fang Buxia.
"Yu Chengqun, I beg you, let him go."
Yu Chengqun sneered, "In your dreams!"
Outside the door, Lin Ran sighed.
"Open it."
The door swung open, revealing Yu Chengqun, who was just about to strike.
The moment he saw Lin Ran, his entire body froze.
"Lin Ran?"
His face was still bruised and swollen, his body covered in injuries—all courtesy of Lin Ran’s men.
Lin Ran stepped into the room and glanced at Fang Buxia. "At least you’ve got some backbone."
If Fang Buxia had been completely spineless, Lin Ran might not have bothered saving him at all.
Fang Buxia was equally stunned to see Lin Ran, but hope flickered in his heart.
He… might actually be saved.
On the video call, Chen Qingtian panicked when she spotted Lin Ran. "Cousin, please save Xiaxia!"
Lin Ran picked up the phone from the floor and ended the call.
By now, Yu Chengqun’s men had been subdued, and Fang Buxia was freed.
"Take Chen Qingtian’s little puppy away," Lin Ran ordered. Two of his underlings immediately carried Fang Buxia out.
Lin Ran stepped closer to Yu Chengqun. "Do you know the two kinds of people I despise the most? One is those who act like Lin Jian…"
Yu Chengqun gritted his teeth. "And the other?"
"The other is Lin Jian himself. And you—you’re the former."
Lin Ran believed that if Yu Chengqun wasn’t taught a lesson, countless innocent people would suffer in the future.
He wasn’t exactly a saint himself, but at least he didn’t commit such atrocities.
"Beat him up first. We’ll talk later."
Abu only needed three minutes before Yu Chengqun passed out from the pain—repeatedly.
Each time he woke, it was only to be knocked unconscious again by the agony.
When Yu Chengqun regained consciousness once more, Lin Ran finally spoke. "That’s enough."
He called over a few subordinates. "Keep an eye on him. No food or water unless I say so."
"Yes, boss."
Lin Ran considered the situation—the Yu family and Luo Yao were rivals. Keeping Yu Chengqun around might prove useful.
"Lin Ran, you can’t lock me up! Do you even know who I am?"
Lin Ran didn’t bother turning back.
A fool like this… Being born into the Yu family was both his luck and his curse.
After leaving the room and getting into his car, Lin Ran finally called Chen Qingtian.
"Cousin, you owe me again."
On the other end, Chen Qingtian fell silent for a moment. "What I owe you and your wife… I’ll never repay it in this lifetime."
Hanging up, Lin Ran headed straight back to the estate to pack the soup he’d prepared.
No matter how chaotic the outside world was, nothing would stop him from nurturing his wife’s health.
By the time he arrived at Luo Corporation, it was already past lunch hour.
Lin Ran regretted his decision deeply—he should’ve just ignored Fang Buxia.
And in his heart, he cursed Chen Qingtian eight hundred times.
Even if Fang Buxia died, all Chen Qingtian would lose was a fling. But if his wife’s stomach ached because her meal was late? Unforgivable.
Entering the office, he found Luo Yao still working.
Seeing her man, she smiled.
Of course, she already knew everything Lin Ran had done today.
Whenever they weren’t together, she made sure to check his whereabouts and messages at least twice a day—morning and afternoon.
She wasn’t jealous that Lin Ran had saved Fang Buxia.
Perhaps when it came to true love, even she could show mercy.
Still, she pouted playfully. "A-Ran, if you’d come any later, I would’ve starved to death."
Hearing his wife’s complaint, Lin Ran cursed Chen Qingtian again in his heart.
"Blame Chen Qingtian and Fang Buxia for wasting my time."
He unpacked the lunchbox. "I made a new stomach-nourishing soup today. Drink up."
Luo Yao brought the bowl to her nose and inhaled.
It smelled like happiness.
"Okay, I’ll finish every drop."
As Lin Ran laid out the rest of the dishes, he fed her while recounting the day’s events. Luo Yao pretended to listen intently.
When he finished, her gaze turned thoughtful.
Lin Ran had mentioned Fang Buxia’s ordeal but conveniently skipped the Yu family gossip.
Though she knew he was helping her by stirring trouble for the Yus, his deliberate omission still annoyed her.
Lin Ran took a sip of water. "Oh, and here’s something funny—you know Chang Lüfù from the Yu family? What a… talented woman."
Luo Yao’s smile returned, and she ate with renewed appetite.
By the time Lin Ran finished his story, her meal was done.
Nothing made food taste better than juicy gossip.
Suddenly, she paused, touching her stomach. Her expression turned pitiful.
"A-Ran, I think I’m still gaining weight."
Lin Ran shrugged. He thought Luo Yao’s increased appetite lately was a good thing—a little weight gain was natural.
Besides, when she complained about being "fat," it was only relative to her previous figure.
In reality, she probably hadn’t even reached the standard weight.
"It’s fine. I’ll love you even more if you put on a bit more. It’s all thanks to me, anyway."
Luo Yao hugged him gently. "A-Ran, make me some diet meals from now on."
"Not a chance. You’re not allowed to diet until you hit standard weight."
Luo Yao beamed.
Meanwhile, at the Lüfu Chess Club, Yu Paoyan was throwing a tantrum.
"You bastards! Let me out! I’m your family head!"
The guards remained silent as Yu Paoyan ranted.
Chang Lüfù emerged from the lounge. "Dad, stop shouting. It’s pointless."
Yu Paoyan fell silent for a moment, studying her. "Let’s talk in the lounge."
The guards didn’t stop them—after all, they’d already planted surveillance devices in the room. Whatever was said, Yu Taiduo would hear it.
Meanwhile, Ai Renqi still lay unconscious on the bathroom floor.
Inside the lounge, Chang Lüfù lowered her voice. "Dad, they took our phones. We need to find a way to contact someone outside for help."
Instead of answering, Yu Paoyan narrowed his eyes. "Why did you sleep with Ai Renqi? Are you really that desperate?"
Chang Lüfù stiffened. Of all things to focus on at a time like this…
"It was just a fling. You’re the only one I’m serious about."
...
At Yu Taiduo’s residence, he stared at the surveillance feed in shock, doubting his own ears.
But as the conversation continued, his fury grew.
"Ah—!"
What kind of monster had he married?
Disgusting.
Absolutely fucking disgusting.
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?!
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.”
'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.
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."
