Luo Yao: "Sometimes when I'm angry, I can't bear to hurt you, so I vent my frustration on your portraits instead. But other times, when I can't see you, I cling to those portraits, pretending you've never left my side."
Lin Ran fell silent for a moment. He could vividly imagine Luo Yao's heartache—loving him yet unable to have him, grieving over those portraits. Gently, he placed her hand over his heart.
"All that unhappiness was just because my heart hadn’t yet opened up. But now, this heart is beating—and it beats for you."
Luo Yao’s face flushed a deep pink, leaving Lin Ran momentarily entranced.
The Luo Yao of the past had always been pale, rarely showing such rosy color. Was this… his doing?
"You don’t need to cling to those photos anymore. As your husband, I’ll always be at your call."
Luo Yao glanced down at their intertwined fingers, their diamond rings brushing against each other, and felt her mood lift.
Maybe… she really could spend her whole life with A-Ran.
Walking to the table in the center, she skimmed through the detailed records of Lin Ran’s daily movements.
[September 1st, 9:03 AM—Lin Ran enters the dormitory to meet Wu Zhishang.]
[9:58 AM—Encounter with Liu Ruxue. Liu Ruxue: "Lin Ran, I need to talk to you." Lin Ran: "Oh? Got the money ready?" Liu Ruxue: "…"]
Lin Ran: "…"
He’d known Luo Yao tracked his whereabouts—but never imagined it would be this thorough.
Luo Yao watched him nervously. Bringing him here today had felt impulsive, but when Lin Ran asked, she couldn’t refuse. Because she was Luo Yao.
"A-Ran… are you scared?"
Lin Ran just blinked, stunned. "I mean—gotta hand it to you, wife. Your skills are next-level. How the hell did you even get our conversation?"
"I have people who read lips." She didn’t mention the whole truth—that Lin Ran had been unknowingly carrying a recorder for a while now. She’d rather he didn’t know.
Lin Ran could only sigh in exasperation. "Damn. Your network’s insane. Fine, I surrender. Not like I could’ve escaped you anyway. Good thing I don’t want to now."
Luo Yao tilted her face up, her eyes locking onto his—an absolute knockout.
"Really no more running?"
"If I do, may my whole family drop dead."
After spending some time in the private room, Lin Ran understood its purpose and made to leave—only for Luo Yao to block his path.
"Where are you going? Are you… angry?"
Lin Ran chuckled. "Of course not. You’ve got work. I’m heading home to cook for you."
Her eyes brightened. "Okay."
Before returning to the estate, Lin Ran stopped by the university—another obligatory check-in. He paid a visit to Principal Tang, who greeted him with unusual warmth, clearly holding back words.
"Principal, is there something you wanted to say?"
The principal laughed awkwardly. "Lin Ran, as the head of this institution, I’m just a humble laborer, working tirelessly to elevate Jingda University’s standing."
"Principal, just say it straight."
"Well… federal funding shrinks every year. Resources keep funneling to schools like Shuimu and Jingbei. Jingda’s elite, yes, but the gap’s widening. Without the Luo Group’s scholarships, we’d lose even more top applicants." He sighed. "Progress takes time, but no matter how hard we push, the disparity grows. This year’s proposed library? Denied funding."
Lin Ran got it instantly. "How much do you need?"
Straight to the point—he still had to swing by the office and get home in time to cook. Delay his wife’s meal? Unthinkable.
The principal slowly raised one finger. "This much. Covers construction, operations, equipment, books… the full scope."
Lin Ran inwardly whistled. That’s a hefty sum.
"I’ll cover it."
Principal Tang gaped. "You will?"
Lin Ran nodded. "Under ‘Warmyao Realty.’ Construction can utilize campus talent. Manpower? I’ll arrange it later."
The principal had only hoped Lin Ran would mention it to Luo Yao. This was beyond expectation.
"Wonderful! Ha! Having you as an alumnus is an honor. Thank you—truly."
"We’ll schedule a proper planning session. For now, I’ve got to cook for Luo Yao. Her stomach’s been acting up." Lin Ran stood, and the principal—grinning ear to ear—didn’t stop him.

ver to a world of cultivation and returned invincible. Modern medicine is child's play compared to elixirs; technological might crumbles before true cultivation. My name is Qin Ning, Earth's sole cultivator!

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."

't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.

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.”