This answer spoke volumes more than a thousand words. Lin Ran smiled and reached out to wipe the corner of Luo Yao's mouth.
Just then, the expected unexpected happened.
At another booth about ten meters away from Lin Ran, a man and a woman took their seats.
After sitting down, the man held the woman's hand across the table and said, "Miaomiao, this is the highest-end restaurant in the capital. I heard a single meal here costs tens of thousands. Are you really willing to treat me here?"
The woman across from him replied proudly, "Of course! You're my best friend! Don’t worry about the price—I just returned a bag my boyfriend bought me today. The refund is more than enough to cover this. Lv Jian, I even gave up my favorite bag for you. That’s how good of a friend I am, right?"
The man looked at her in surprise. "Wow, I didn’t expect your boyfriend to finally be generous for once."
The newcomers were none other than Lv Jian and Zhao Miaomiao. Lin Ran frowned. From the sound of it, Zhao Miaomiao had returned the bag Wu Zhishang bought her. What a bizarre woman.
Noticing Lin Ran’s expression, Luo Yao whispered, "Should we kick them out?"
Ye Lingling, who had been standing nearby serving them, was already prepared. She didn’t care how those two had offended her boss—if he wanted them gone, she’d clear them out immediately.
"No need. They’re here to spend money. It’s bad business to drive away customers." As he spoke, he motioned for Ye Lingling to lean in and whispered something in her ear.
Suddenly feeling an icy gaze, Ye Lingling shivered and subtly pulled her ear away from Lin Ran.
After hearing his instructions, Ye Lingling left. Luo Yao’s curiosity was piqued despite herself. "What did you tell her?"
Lin Ran replied in a low voice, "Nothing major. Just setting up a little show for Wu Zhishang."
Before long, Ye Lingling reappeared, holding a stack of raffle tickets, which she instructed the waitstaff to distribute to every table.
"Thank you all for dining at Pangu Hotel. Today, as a special treat for our valued guests, we’re hosting an on-the-spot lottery with generous prizes to be awarded immediately. Enjoy your meal!"
Soon, an excited voice rang out: "Wow! I won a free meal today! The manager’s too kind!"
Over at their table, Zhao Miaomiao and Lv Jian were taken aback. They checked their own tickets and tore them open to reveal:
[Free Romantic Stay in Our Luxury Suite Tonight]
Huh?
Lv Jian asked, "Free stay? Can we cash it out if we don’t use it?"
Ye Lingling smiled and shook her head. "Of course not."
Though Lv Jian feigned hesitation, he was secretly thrilled.
"Miaomiao, the luxury suites here cost thousands per night. Should we give it a try?"
Zhao Miaomiao hesitated. "But isn’t that a bit inappropriate? I promised my boyfriend I’d go on a date tonight."
Lv Jian’s face instantly fell. "Right, you have a boyfriend now. I shouldn’t keep asking you to accompany me. Forget it, I won’t stay either. After all, I don’t have a girlfriend, and we’re not a couple. Everyone around me is drifting further away… Ugh, I’m sorry for even existing."
Zhao Miaomiao immediately grew anxious. "Stop talking like that! Fine, fine, I’ll stay with you!"
Lv Jian brightened up. Soon, they finished their meal. Throughout, Lin Ran silently observed without saying a word or letting them recognize him.
Only after they left did Lin Ran finally look up, a sharp glint in his eyes.
"Yao Yao, do you think I’m being a bit scheming here?"
Luo Yao replied, "Not at all! Everything you do has a reason. I’ll always support you."
A short while later, Ye Lingling returned, giving a thumbs-up and handing Lin Ran a phone with live surveillance footage.
Lin Ran watched with amusement—it was a feed from the luxury suite, where Lv Jian and Zhao Miaomiao were lying leisurely on a large bed, chatting and gradually inching closer. Eventually, Lv Jian rested his head on Zhao Miaomiao’s arm.
Luo Yao asked dryly, "Enjoying the view?"
Lin Ran flipped the phone shut. "Not particularly."
He called Wu Zhishang without explaining, simply telling him to come over.
Before long, Wu Zhishang arrived at Pangu Hotel. Spotting Lin Ran and Luo Yao, he immediately stood straight. "Hello, sister-in-law!"
Luo Yao was pleased with the address, though her expression remained indifferent.
"Mhm… Hurry up. You’re interrupting my date with Ah Ran."
Wu Zhishang was confused. "What did you call me here for?"
Lin Ran asked, "You had plans to meet Zhao Miaomiao today?"
Wu Zhishang nodded. "Yeah, since tomorrow’s the weekend. We were supposed to meet today, but she canceled, saying she had to work overtime tomorrow and couldn’t see me tonight."
Lin Ran raised an eyebrow and spoke slowly.
"I saw her checking into a room with Lv Jian. Right here."
Wu Zhishang’s eyes widened in shock, but he couldn’t bring himself to doubt Lin Ran’s words.
"Room 1801."
Wu Zhishang stood frozen for a long time before finally pulling out his phone and sending a message:
[Baby, where are you?]
[In the company dorm. Why?]
[Video call me. I want to see you.]
[Can’t. My roommates are already undressed—it’s not convenient. If you miss me, I’ll send you some photos.]
[Attached: 3 selfies]
The background was indeed the dorm. Wu Zhishang fell into silence before finally forcing himself to move. Lin Ran exchanged a glance with Luo Yao and followed, worried Wu Zhishang might do something rash.
"Then hurry back. I’ll wait for you in the parking lot." Luo Yao shot Wu Zhishang an icy look before heading downstairs.
Outside Room 1801, Wu Zhishang mustered his courage and knocked. No answer.
He knocked again—still nothing. Pressing his ear to the door, he heard no sounds either.
Lin Ran sighed and had a staff member bring a key card, which he handed to Wu Zhishang. Hands trembling, Wu Zhishang opened the door.
What he saw next would haunt him forever.
Inside the lavish suite, the two were locked in a passionate embrace, Lv Jian’s hand gripping Zhao Miaomiao’s backside.
Only then did Zhao Miaomiao and Lv Jian seem to notice the intrusion. Turning their heads, they froze.
Zhao Miaomiao stammered, "Zhishang, it’s not what it looks like! Lv Jian was feeling down—we were just comforting each other as friends. Nothing inappropriate happened!"
Nothing inappropriate? Then why were they clinging to each other like that?
"Zhao Miaomiao, do you think I’m an idiot?"
Lv Jian scoffed. "You broke-ass loser actually brought people here to catch us? If you don’t even trust Miaomiao this much, what right do you have to be her boyfriend?"
Wu Zhishang watched as a tear rolled down Zhao Miaomiao’s cheek.
"You said you were working overtime, and this is what you meant?"
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
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.”
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?!
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
