Has Lin Ran really changed for the better? She adores the way he is now.
So happy, so content—she wishes this could last forever.
"Here, eat up!"
"I want Ran to feed me."
Lin Ran obliged without hesitation, picking up the utensils to carefully feed the little devil in front of him. Luo Yao, in turn, diligently finished every last bite he brought, leaving not a single drop behind.
Lin Ran: "You have to eat properly from now on, or I’ll worry if you develop stomach problems."
Luo Yao was about to say she didn’t have any stomach issues, but she held back. Instead, she naturally furrowed her brows and clutched her stomach, saying, "Then Ran has to feed me often, or I won’t remember to take care of myself."
Lin Ran nodded. "Of course, happy to oblige."
Typical CEO—always with stomach problems.
A knock sounded at the door, and Liu Meng stepped inside. Seeing the two of them, she couldn’t help but smile knowingly. She handed Luo Yao some documents and delivered a brief update.
"President Luo, Mr. Lin—Suran Group’s pre-sales opened today, and the results are decent. Over twenty properties were sold just this morning."
Lin Ran raised an eyebrow. He’d asked Luo Yao to keep an eye on Suran Group’s activities, and by sheer coincidence, news had arrived today.
Seeing Lin Ran fall silent, Luo Yao spoke softly, "Ran, do whatever you want. With me here, you don’t have to worry."
"Of course I’m not worried with you around. But there’s no rush—this isn’t the main priority right now." Lin Ran smiled gently and reached out to check Luo Yao’s temperature.
Luo Yao: "Then what is the main priority?"
Lin Ran: "Being with you."
Liu Meng had barely stepped in before being force-fed a mountain of dog food. Internally, she was screaming.
"Mr. Lin, if there’s anything you need, just let us handle it."
Lin Ran shook his head. "No need to rush. Let the situation develop for a while. Right now, I just want to spend time with my wife."
"Nothing is more important than being with her. She’s my sky, my earth—only when she’s happy can I stand tall and unshaken."
There really was no hurry. Lin Ran planned to make his move only after Suran Group’s pre-sales were well underway. For now, everything was progressing just fine.
Liu Meng’s inner monologue: Are you fucking kidding me? Can’t you two stop flaunting your love for five seconds?
"President Luo, I’ll take my leave now."
This office was unbearable.
After Liu Meng left, Lin Ran brought up another matter.
"Yao Yao, you’re being disobedient. You’re sick, yet you still came to the office."
Honestly, Liu Meng could have handled the work, or the assistant team could have gone to the estate instead.
Luo Yao: "So? Does Ran feel sorry for me?"
"Of course I do. Since you won’t listen, I’ll have to punish you."
Luo Yao: "Go ahead. Whatever you want, I’ll have someone get it for you."
Lin Ran’s face darkened. "Yao Yao, can your brain stop being filled with indecent thoughts? There are plenty of other things worth doing in this world—and besides, you’re sick right now. No strenuous activities."
Luo Yao blinked in surprise. "Like what, for example?"
"For instance… letting me take a look inside your secret room?" Lin Ran ventured cautiously.
"You really want to see it?"
Lin Ran: "May I?"
Luo Yao hesitated before finally saying, "Fine. But after you see it, you can’t blame me… and you can’t run away."
Lin Ran chuckled. "Why would I run? Are there demons or wild beasts in there? And even if I wanted to escape, could I?"
Last time, even death didn’t stop you from digging me back up. Where would I go?
"Besides, I’m already stuck with you in this lifetime. There’s no way I could leave you—I’d probably die on you anyway."
His words pleased Luo Yao immensely, her eyes crinkling with delight.
"Alright, then I’ll show you."
Resolute, Luo Yao stood and walked over to the bookshelf. She lightly tapped the side three times, and the shelf began to slide aside, revealing a hidden doorway.
Lin Ran marveled silently as Luo Yao stepped inside first. Following her with curiosity, he was greeted by a dimly lit room—its curtains drawn tight, allowing only faint slivers of light to seep through.
The space was simple: three walls, one window, and a lone table in the center.
At first glance, it seemed unremarkable. But as Lin Ran stepped closer and examined the countless photos covering the walls, his mind reeled in shock.
He plucked one at random—a picture of himself during freshman military training.
Methodically, he scanned the room. Every photograph, spanning his entire three years of university, was meticulously displayed.
There were shots of him in class, at competitions, receiving awards… even with Liu Ruxue.
But it didn’t stop there. The walls were lined with notes—his preferences, personality traits, even his browser history… and measurements?
What the—
Lin Ran was speechless. Finally, he managed, "You’ve been investigating me?"
Luo Yao had been watching his reaction closely, tense as her secret unraveled.
"It was protection. I wanted to know everything about you. But I was foolish—even knowing your likes and dislikes, I still couldn’t make you happy."
Lin Ran took her hand. "You’re already the greatest gift heaven could give me."
No wonder. No wonder his wardrobe was filled with clothes in his favorite styles. No wonder every gift Luo Yao gave him was something he’d secretly wanted—even if he hadn’t appreciated it back then.
The depth of her understanding of him was staggering—perhaps even surpassing his own self-awareness.
In the past, something like this would have terrified him. But now, all he could think was—
How did I ever deserve this?
With a wife like her, what more could I ask for?
He approached a life-sized portrait of himself—and froze at the sight of a dagger stabbed straight through it.
"And… this is?"
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
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.”
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."
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
