"Yaoyao, remember that?" Lin Ran pointed to the wall. Luo Yao naturally knew what he was referring to.
They approached the message wall, gazing at two slightly weathered sticky notes.
[Ah Ran will always be with me]
[Always be with Luo Yao]
It was surprising they were still stuck there after all this time.
"Uncle Fu, have someone frame this section to ensure they never fall off."
Uncle Fu nodded. "Yes, Miss."
Lin Ran suddenly leaned down, positioning his head next to the sticky notes. "Yaoyao, let's take a picture."
Luo Yao leaned her head in as well, and the bodyguard professionally snapped a photo.
Inside the second-floor window, the happy couple was frozen in time by the camera lens.
On the street outside the window, a filth-covered beggar was squirming away as he was being shooed off.
The contrast couldn't be starker.
Perhaps Lin Tianba had felt regret at some point?
But he would never admit to his mistakes.
Because he still wanted to rule supreme for all eternity.
"Wifey, let's go home."
"Okay."
Just as the two walked out of the dessert shop, Uncle Fu handed a cup of milk tea to Lin Ran.
"Young Master Lin, here is the milk tea with one straw, as you requested."
Lin Ran held the milk tea to Luo Yao's lips. Blushing, she lowered her head and took a sip.
Lin Ran took a sip as well. Sharing a single straw—a form of indirect kissing—was filled with an ambiguous, romantic tension.
As the saying goes, it was a completely different kind of pleasure compared to their intimacy in bed.
"I specifically asked for no ice; I heard girls prefer it that way." Lin Ran mimicked the lines he had used the first time he drank milk tea with Luo Yao.
Luo Yao smiled at the memory. "Did Liu Ruxue like it?"
Lin Ran: ...
His wife certainly had a good memory.
"She only likes eating shit. Let's... never mention her again."
Luo Yao nodded and took another sip of the milk tea.
Lin Ran took another sip too, smiling as he said, "Sharing a single straw makes one feel shy. My little scheme is truly invincible."
Upon hearing this, Luo Yao immediately fed the milk tea she hadn't yet swallowed directly into Lin Ran's mouth.
"This is even sweeter. Does this make Ah Ran even shyer?"
Lin Ran looked at Luo Yao with a doting expression. "Yes, my little princess."
Luo Yao reached out her arms. "Princesses don't walk."
Lin Ran naturally scooped his wife up and carried her to the car.
All the way back to the manor, Luo Yao didn't get down from Lin Ran. He simply carried her, supporting her bottom, and walked right into the villa.
The day passed quickly. After dinner, the two played around for a while before resting.
Lin Ran helped Luo Yao wash up, then tucked her into bed and gently lulled her to sleep.
Luo Yao leaned into Lin Ran's embrace and comfortably closed her eyes.
Recently, not only had her insomnia vanished, but she had also become somewhat lethargic—a common symptom for many pregnant women.
After ten minutes or so, Luo Yao's breathing evened out, and Lin Ran knew she was asleep.
Only then did he gently extract his arm to go wash up. When he returned, he crouched by the bedside, staring at his wife in a daze.
So beautiful.
Looking up from her sexy jawline, the sleeping beauty's red lips were delicate, and her long eyelashes fluttered like feathers, tugging at his heartstrings.
Even every messy strand of hair seemed perfectly placed...
How did he manage to marry such a beautiful woman?
Lin Ran felt a sense of sorrow for his blindness in his previous life.
[Meow—]
A cat's cry interrupted Lin Ran's admiring gaze.
This cry appeared in his mind, so Luo Yao couldn't hear it.
Lin Ran gently tucked Luo Yao in and went to the balcony.
[Little Black: Luo Yao is too ruthless. She didn't wake up, right? Meow meow meow.]
Lin Ran looked helpless. [You finally showed up. I thought you went out and got yourself killed.]
Little Black peered through the glass at the woman inside. Only after confirming she hadn't woken up did it breathe a sigh of relief.
[Little Black: This cat has been at the manor for many days. After all, even cats like to rest in places with beautiful scenery.]
[Lin Ran: So you came to sleep. And here I thought you came specifically to find me.]
Little Black fell silent for a moment, then looked up at Lin Ran. [There's nothing wrong with what you said; I did indeed come to find you. Since I can't sleep anyway, this cat feels it's necessary to face my past self. I want to take you to see the stories of the past.]
Lin Ran was a bit puzzled. [Now?]
[Little Black: When else? Wait for Luo Yao to wake up? I don't have the power to take two people along.]
That was what Little Black said telepathically, but in reality, it was just afraid Luo Yao would kill it.
Lin Ran looked back at the sleeping Luo Yao. After a moment of thought, he said, "Then wait for me a moment."
He quietly returned to the bedroom, found a pen and paper, and left a note for Luo Yao.
It read: [If you wake up, don't look for me. I went to prepare a gift for you. —Your loving Ah Ran.]
When Lin Ran came back out, Little Black looked puzzled.
[What did you write?]
Lin Ran scratched his nose awkwardly. [Nothing much. I was just afraid she'd be anxious if she woke up and couldn't find me, so I left a note to prevent her from worrying.]
Fine, Little Black admitted it had been force-fed another mouthful of dog food.
However, it didn't dwell on that. It was more worried about whether Lin Ran would beat it to death later.
Actually, it had wanted to come find Lin Ran for a long time, but it always had reservations.
Forget it, if I die, I die.
Since it had once promised to tell Lin Ran the truth, it had to follow through.
Because it was a cat of integrity.
[Alright, let's go.]
Lin Ran braced himself. As space distorted, time did not reverse; instead, they entered a vast, white world.
Lin Ran had been here before. It was the time Luo Yao had tried to kill the little black cat; while injured, Little Black had brought Lin Ran into this space.
Twisted shapes appeared before Lin Ran's eyes, beneath his feet, and above his head. These shapes resembled flowing liquid or illusory smoke, constantly shifting and changing.
Little Black walked over slowly. [Lin Ran, there is something I've been keeping from you. This cat wants to say "I'm sorry."]
Lin Ran looked confused. "Apologizing to me? Did you kill my dad? If so, I should be thanking you."
Little Black rolled its eyes dramatically, looking utterly speechless.
[You are not the first human to hear this cat's inner voice.]
What was the big deal about that? Did it warrant an apology?
While confused, a spark of excitement rose in Lin Ran's heart.
It was the thrill of finally uncovering an answer he had been seeking for a long time.
"Then who was the first person? Don't tell me it's someone I know?"
Little Black shook its head in a very human-like manner. [You don't know him. He was my master.]
Lin Ran was stunned. "You have a master?"
[Little Black: Before I answer that question, let me tell you a story. Actually, this cat isn't some creator. To be precise, this cat is merely a witness to the development of this world...]
Little Black sat down beside Lin Ran and began to narrate.
A long time ago—so long that Little Black couldn't remember the exact time—it came to this world.
At first, it was happy, but as time passed, it began to feel solitary, lonely, and afraid.

m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!

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.”

] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"

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."