Lin Ran sensed something wrong in Uncle Fu's words and looked at him with a face full of disdain.
"Uncle Fu, you've changed. You have become a slave to love."
Uncle Fu paused for a moment. "How so?"
The corners of Lin Ran's mouth curled up. "Think about how you used to be, and look at you now. As the head butler of the manor, you're actually listening to a woman? Where is your dignity as a man? Where is your authority?"
Uncle Fu's mouth twitched twice as he tried to argue, "Young Master Lin, that's not quite right. Loving someone means you should yield to them."
Lin Ran thought to himself, *You dare discuss love with me? You have some nerve.*
"Don't give me that talk about love. You've only been married a few days and you're lecturing me on what love is? Tell me, where has your status in the family gone?"
Faced with Lin Ran's twisting of logic, Uncle Fu didn't get angry. Instead, he wore a mischievous grin.
"Young Master Lin, it's not right for you to say that. I am married, after all. You aren't married yet, so what qualifies you to question my love?"
Checkmate?
Don't be ridiculous.
"Yao Yao and I might not have held a wedding, but we have plenty of experience as a couple. Of course I'm qualified to educate you."
Uncle Fu noticed something out of the corner of his eye behind Lin Ran and nodded.
"Oh, so that's how it is. Then I'd like to ask, Young Master Lin, is your status in the family higher than the Miss's?"
Lin Ran pointed at Uncle Fu, smiling politely. "Naughty. You're being naughty, aren't you? Are our situations even the same?"
Uncle Fu raised an eyebrow. "How are they different?"
Lin Ran looked proud. "I can give my life for Yao Yao. Can you?"
Uncle Fu paused, thought for a moment, and said, "I probably... could."
"See? You hesitated. That means we are different. Not only can I give my life to Yao Yao, but do you believe that if I died, Yao Yao would accompany me in death? Can you and Granny Wang do that? Even if you could, could Granny Wang? She still has a grandson, you know."
"Yao Yao and I rely on each other to survive, so in our relationship, there is no such thing as one yielding to the other. If there is, that's the difference."
"Whereas you and Granny Wang... clearly, you're afraid of her. Old man, I'm looking down on you a bit."
Uncle Fu felt that Lin Ran's ability to spout sophistry was getting stronger and stronger, yet he couldn't find any loopholes in his words.
"Perhaps this old man is getting on in years and can't keep up with the train of thought of you young people."
Lin Ran continued to refute him. "It's not that you can't keep up, it's that Yao Yao and I are too special."
"Hmm... speaking of age, I suddenly realized another difference between us. I'm young, and you're old. In terms of a happiness index, mine must be higher."
Uncle Fu felt a sting in his heart. He admitted defeat. He looked at Yao Yao standing behind Lin Ran and sighed.
Trying to trap Young Master Lin was a bit difficult.
"Old man, why did you stop talking? I still had a whole pile of kni... logic prepared."
"Ah Ran, what are you talking about?" Yao Yao's voice suddenly rang out from behind him.
Lin Ran froze for a second, then turned around and wrapped Yao Yao in a hug.
"Wifey, where did you run off to? I get anxious when I can't find you."
Uncle Fu lowered his head, muttering under his breath.
*Oh, oh, oh, 'I get anxious when I can't find you.'*
*Could you be any more nauseating?*
The corners of Yao Yao's mouth were hard to suppress; she had heard every word Lin Ran said clearly.
"The subordinates reported that Liu Yuemei is about to expire, so I went to take a look."
Lin Ran was stunned and spoke with some reproach, "You're pregnant. It's not suitable for you to see scenes that cause physical discomfort."
Yao Yao shook her head. "I'm not that fragile. That's just a small scene."
Hearing Yao Yao say this, Lin Ran felt relieved.
Come to think of it, who was his wife?
She was a ruthless figure who had slaughtered her way through her entire family tree. What kind of scene hadn't she witnessed?
"Is Liu Yuemei dead?"
"Not yet, but soon."
To be honest, it surprised Lin Ran that Liu Yuemei had held on for so long. He thought she would have kicked the bucket quickly after being tortured by those rats.
Lin Ran thought for a moment and asked the question he was curious about.
"Do rats get infected by a biochemical host? I'm just purely curious."
Yao Yao smiled and shook her head. "I don't know, but the rats I saw seemed quite healthy. They probably haven't been infected."
At this point, Yao Yao gave Lin Ran a strange look.
"Do you want to go see her, Ah Ran? If you don't look now, you'll never see her again."
Lin Ran's eyes slowly turned cold.
"If possible, I want to watch her take her last breath with my own eyes."
No matter what request Lin Ran made, Yao Yao would satisfy him.
This time was naturally no exception.
She knew that Lin Ran held a very deep hatred for Liu Yuemei and Lin Jian. She could even sense that this hatred was more complex than she imagined.
Yao Yao's intuition was, of course, correct. The hatred Lin Ran held for Liu Yuemei and her son, as well as Liu Ruxue and Lin Tianba, wasn't just from this life.
Before his rebirth, they were all murderers.
They had not only killed his mother but also killed him.
Although Lin Ran had never told anyone, he remembered it clearly in his heart.
Given all that, could there still be people who would sympathize with his enemies?
The basement.
As gloomy and terrifying as ever.
Liu Yuemei's expression was no different from that of a dead person—despairing and hollow.
Lin Ran sat there without saying a word, quietly watching the rats in the glass room crawling all over Liu Yuemei, gnawing away.
Only when Liu Yuemei's eyes gradually lost focus did Lin Ran stand up.
"Let her go keep Lin Jian company."
"Yes." Wang Bao ordered men to bag Liu Yuemei up and send her to the crocodile pool.
Even the well-trained bodyguards felt a bit physically ill seeing Liu Yuemei's wretched state.
They hadn't seen anything this miserable even when they were in the primitive forest.
Young Master Lin's methods were certainly no more merciful than the Miss's.
Walking out of the basement, Lin Ran breathed the fresh air, feeling that the world had become much more beautiful.
"Ah Ran, I will always be by your side."
"Of course. Did you think you could run? Even if you ran, I'd catch you and bring you back."
Yao Yao glanced at Lin Ran and uttered four words.
"Overturning the natural order."
Time passed quickly, and it was time for the prenatal checkup again.
Early in the morning, Lin Ran accompanied Yao Yao to the hospital. It was a super VIP process from start to finish, and the checkup speed was incredibly fast.
Yao Yao was showing now, but she still moved with the speed of the wind.
Lin Ran accompanied her carefully the whole time, terrified that Yao Yao might accidentally hurt herself.
Pregnancy is not easy for a woman; she must be cared for carefully.
Thinking that Yao Yao would have to give birth in a while, Lin Ran even regretted keeping this child.
The checkup results showed that everything was fine, and only then did Lin Ran temporarily relax.
Walking out of the hospital, Yao Yao suggested, "Ah Ran, let's stroll around outside."
Lin Ran thought about it. "Okay, where do you want to go?"
It wasn't that Lin Ran was being careless, but rather that the baby was relatively stable during this period, and moving around a bit was beneficial.
Additionally, Lin Ran was worried that Yao Yao would feel stifled staying at home all the time.
Although Lin Ran was Yao Yao's medicine, medicine could be sweetened too. Life needed some sugar.
"Let's go to the Luo Group for a look first, and then to Huatian Plaza."

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?!

end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia

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."

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.”