Time flew by in a flash.
September 10th.
That’s right; today was the day of their wedding.
Lin Ran had actually wanted to cancel it, but Luo Yao refused.
The reason was that Luo Yao was dangerously close to her due date and could go into labor at any moment.
According to the doctor’s assessment, there was still a month to go, but could a due date really be trusted?
Due dates are calculated at forty weeks, but in reality, most babies aren't born on that exact day.
It’s common knowledge that a baby is considered full-term at thirty-seven weeks. They were only a few days shy of that mark now, so an early delivery was entirely possible.
The most critical issue was that during her first prenatal checkup, Luo Yao couldn't recall the exact date her last period ended, only offering a rough estimate.
The doctor had no choice but to calculate based on that approximation, so a margin of error of a few days—or even a couple of weeks—was perfectly normal.
But since Luo Yao didn't want to cancel the wedding, what choice did Lin Ran have?
Spoil her, of course.
He would just have to be extra, extra careful and minimize the amount of walking Luo Yao had to do.
She only needed to show up for the most critical moments.
The wedding would be grand, but the logistics would be kept simple.
There was no wedding motorcade, no waking up at the crack of dawn for preparations, and certainly no standing around greeting guests.
But that didn’t mean it wasn’t solemn; on the contrary, it was magnificent.
How many people attended their wedding?
All of Huaxia was in attendance.
Lin Ran spared no expense in decorating the entire estate and opened it to the public for the full day of the wedding.
It must be noted that Dongtian Manor was no small place; it was the location Lin Ran hadn't managed to escape from even after a lifetime of running, and its area was exceptionally vast.
To avoid overcrowding, Lin Ran issued only ten thousand invitations to the entirety of Huaxia for on-site attendance, selected through a free lottery system.
Those lucky enough to be drawn could come to the Dongtian Manor in the Capital to attend this wedding of the century, with all travel expenses reimbursed.
How would the rest participate? Watching a livestream?
No, no, no.
While the wedding was indeed livestreamed for everyone to watch, that wasn't enough.
Lin Ran opened satellite wedding venues in over three hundred cities across Huaxia, truly inviting the entire nation to join in.
Each satellite venue was prepared with one hundred tables, available via advance registration until full.
Furthermore, Lin Ran made a very "outrageous" request: no wedding gifts or cash would be accepted.
If anyone asked why, Lin Ran had a three-word answer:
"Not short of money."
He wanted everyone to remember this wedding, so that even after they passed away, people would still talk about it with relish.
He wanted to give Luo Yao the most luxurious wedding of the century.
He wanted the whole world to know that he belonged to Luo Yao.
This wedding was explosive news across the entire Blue Star.
What kind of concept was this?
It meant Lin Ran was paying for over three million people nationwide to enjoy a free banquet while watching his wedding to Luo Yao.
On top of that, there was a "red packet rain" in the livestream—a continuous deluge of digital cash gifts.
For this wedding, Lin Ran planned to spend every penny of the nearly one billion he had on hand.
In terms of cost, a wedding of this magnitude was historically comparable only to that of Prince Charles in the United Kingdom.
But Lin Ran didn't care in the slightest.
Only by spending all the money could he become a "pauper," allowing him to let his wife support him without any burden of conscience.
The wedding officially began, and Lin Ran made his entrance.
Accompanied by an original piece performed by a professional orchestra, Lin Ran walked step by step into the sky.
With every step, he trod upon a multi-colored auspicious cloud.
He looked like an immortal roaming the heavens.
Once he reached mid-air, Luo Yao appeared out of the void, slowly becoming substantial.
Everyone was stunned; not just the netizens in the livestream, but even the people on-site couldn't figure out how it was done.
Some even began to suspect the couple knew magic.
Luo Yao slowly transformed from an illusory projection into a real beauty.
She wore a phoenix coronet and robes, hand-crafted by national art masters. The purple-gold phoenix coronet alone cost over a hundred million.
But it was all worth it; in this moment, Luo Yao was more beautiful than the noblest fairy in the celestial realm.
Lin Ran, not wanting to disturb Luo Yao's beautiful headdress, slowly squatted down and carefully picked her up, carrying her down from the sky.
He stepped on the multi-colored clouds again until his feet finally touched the ground.
If anyone counted, they would find there were exactly thirty clouds.
Carrying Luo Yao, Lin Ran walked through the archway of happiness, taking thirty-one steps in total.
"Ah Ran, are you tired?"
Luo Yao felt a pang of heartache; she could hear Lin Ran slightly panting.
Dressed in joyful red groom's attire, beads of sweat had formed on Lin Ran's forehead.
"Tired, but happy. To carry you through every day of our future is all I ask for in this life."
Entering the archway, Lin Ran didn't put Luo Yao down but continued walking forward.
Wang Anjian appeared at just the right moment, scattering petals across the path of happiness.
Besides Wang Anjian, two other girls and a boy served as flower children.
Meanwhile, backstage, a certain master director surnamed Zhang wore a beaming smile.
"It’s absolutely shocking. This is simply art."
Beside him, another variety show director looked equally entranced.
"Who could have imagined we could take the bride reception segment to such an extreme? Those multi-colored clouds... if you didn't look closely, they really looked like they were floating in the air."
"That was the segment Young Master Lin requested. Could we get away with not making it happen?"
"The most impressive part was the bride turning from an illusion into a solid entity. Netizens will probably discuss this for years. Such advanced projection technology won't be common for another decade."
"The Luo Group is impressive. This visual invisibility technology utilizing optical principles... if used on a battlefield, it would terrify any nation."
"That’s a stretch. No battlefield is going to let you set up that much equipment."
"True."
A group of directors discussed the event in awe; today's wedding had given them significant inspiration.
Back at the wedding scene, Lin Ran entered Villa Number One. Seated in the place of honor for the elders was a single person: Uncle Fu.
Lin Ran gingerly set Luo Yao down to prepare for the ceremonial bows.
As the chant "First bow to Heaven and Earth" rang out, Lin Ran and Luo Yao simply bowed their bodies slightly.
After all, Luo Yao was heavily pregnant.
Although the wedding attire concealed it somewhat, the fact that her mobility was limited could not be changed.
"Second bow to the high elders."
The couple offered tea to Uncle Fu. Uncle Fu accepted it with trembling hands, feeling nothing but fear.
The Young Miss was serving him tea?
He was actually a little worried about his life safety right now.
Finally, "Husband and wife bow to each other."
Luo Yao dipped slightly, while Lin Ran performed a very standard, deep bow.
"Wife, let us enter the bridal..."
Before Lin Ran could finish his sentence, Luo Yao’s brow furrowed slightly.
Lin Ran, who had been monitoring Luo Yao’s condition constantly, noticed something was wrong immediately.
Fortunately, the ceremony was complete. Lin Ran scooped Luo Yao up into his arms.
"Everyone, I’m taking my wife to go welcome our child. Eat well, drink well, and have fun!"

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grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)

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.”