This statement left several people shocked, as if they had just remembered something.
"You ungrateful child... Lin Ran! What are you doing with so much equity? Transfer the equity to me unconditionally right now, and I'll transfer it back to you after you graduate from college."
Lin Jian: "That's right, brother! Dad is the chairman, and having the company's equity under his name will give him more power in the company."
Liu Yuemei: "Lin Ran, be a good boy! Listen to your dad and transfer the equity to his name. Let him manage it for you."
Lin Ran almost threw up at the sight of this family's disgusting behavior.
He shook the letter of disengagement in his hand: "You are all strangers to me. You insulted me, so I'm upset, and as a form of self-defense, I need to beat you to feel better!"
This statement even left Xu Kai, the lawyer standing beside them, a bit speechless.
"Leave them with at least one breath, don't kill them!"
Soon, the group was battered and bruised, and Liu Yuemei and her son, Lin Jian, no longer displayed the magnanimity of their past, instead cursing at Lin Ran.
"You ungrateful wretch, I'm your mother. I raised you all these years, and you dare have someone beat me? You’re just an ungrateful wretch!"
Lin Ran: "My mother's name is Su Yanyan, not Liu Yuemei!"
"Brother! Stop letting them hit me, wuwuwu! It hurts so much!"
Lin Ran: "You're not my brother, I don’t have a brother!"
Lin Tianba, the father, also began to plead: "Lin Ran! Tell them to stop, I was wrong, don’t beat me anymore!"
With no backbone, Lin Ran felt utterly embarrassed.
In his past life, when he was tortured by Luo Yao to the point of wanting to die, he never begged for mercy. Yet, Lin Tianba started begging after just a few punches.
"Who’s the father here, exactly?"
Lin Tianba was in agony, gritting his teeth and saying, "You! You're my father!"
Lin Ran laughed.
"Right, since we've severed ties, some things need to be made clear. When I was thirteen, my mother passed away and left me 30% of Suran Group’s shares!"
"I’m twenty-three now, so you owe me the dividends from the past ten years. I checked the company’s financial reports—you need to give me three hundred million yuan."
"I beat you up today, and based on the highest treatment standard at a pet hospital, I’ll compensate you ten thousand yuan. I spent a total of eighteen thousand yuan during my time at the Lin Family, so you still owe me two hundred ninety-nine million nine hundred ninety-seven thousand two hundred yuan. Remember to transfer it to my account!"
Lin Tianba was utterly stunned.
"What? How could I possibly have that much money?"
Lin Tianba wasn’t lying; he genuinely couldn’t come up with that much cash. Although Suran Group’s market value had reached three billion yuan, it was impossible to mobilize three hundred million in short order.
Many companies operate like this: even with a market value of ten billion yuan, it’s difficult for them to quickly come up with three hundred million.
Even if Lin Tianba could, he wouldn’t dare to touch the money—it’s company funds, and his stake in Suran Group was only 21%, less than Lin Ran’s.
Speaking without considering the facts, even if Lin Tianba had three hundred million, he wouldn’t give it to Lin Ran.
Lin Ran: "I don’t care about that. Anyway, my money was spent by you, and my lawyer will handle it. If you can’t pay, I’ll send you to jail."
Lin Tianba: "Ungrateful child! Didn’t I do anything for you all these years?"
Lin Ran: "Hah! Didn’t we just calculate everything clearly? The day after my mother passed away, you brought your mistress home, and since then, you gave me 300 yuan every month. Until I turned eighteen, you gave me a total of eighteen thousand yuan, and after that, I never spent a dime from your house!"
Lin Tianba was stunned. He hadn’t expected Lin Ran to have spent so little from the family. Thinking about it, it seemed true, and a pang of guilt arose in him.
"But you must have spent a lot on food, clothing, and daily necessities over the years!"
Lin Tianba figured that at the very least, Lin Ran’s food and clothing were his responsibility.
Lin Ran: "Hm, I ate at school, and even when I was at home, I cooked, cheaper than a nanny. After cooking, I was often punished and couldn’t eat."
"I wore school uniforms until I was eighteen, never buying a single piece of clothing. After turning eighteen, the clothes I wore were bought with money I earned from part-time jobs. In that case, how about we add a charge of child abuse to the list?"
Lin Tianba was completely shocked. It seemed he had been quite harsh on his son...
"Stop spacing out. The dividends can’t be short by even a single cent. If a single cent is missing, my lawyer will send you to jail, with an added charge of child abuse!"
After saying that, Lin Ran turned and left, leaving the people in the villa howling in pain.
"Ungrateful child... ungrateful child!"
Lin Ran: "What a relief... what a relief!"
As he walked out of the villa, Lin Ran noticed a pink bicycle parked at the gate.
This was Lin Ran’s former means of transportation, which he had bought with money he earned from part-time jobs. In contrast, Lin Jian rode a luxury car worth millions.
And why was the bicycle pink? Because Liu Ruxue liked pink.
But Liu Ruxue had never been on this bicycle.
"Destroy it!"
Getting back into his car, Lin Ran drove to Huatian Plaza, the most famous luxury shopping mall in Beijing.
Inside the mall, Lin Ran was baffled.
An ordinary handbag for eighteen thousand yuan? A bottle of perfume for thirty-eight thousand? Is a lump of dog poop also priced at eight hundred and eighty yuan?
Despite being born into the Lin Family, Lin Ran had never shopped here, as the family never gave him money.
Before turning eighteen, he was given three hundred yuan a month; after that, not a single penny.
They called it "raising a child in poverty," so why didn’t they do the same for Lin Jian?
Even so, Lin Ran still tried to maintain that non-existent "family bond."
Crap! I was really a jerk before!
Looking at his phone, which showed a balance of thirteen thousand yuan, Lin Ran fell silent.
This was the result of a whole summer of hard work along with various part-time jobs.
Originally, he had planned to buy a bag for Liu Ruxue, but now he decided to buy a gift for Luo Yao.
The issue was, everything here was incredibly expensive!
Even so, Lin Ran didn’t intend to use the black card Luo Yao had given him. It wasn’t about being noble; he just wanted to buy Luo Yao’s gift with his own money.
Perhaps noticing Lin Ran’s predicament, the shop assistant started to neglect him. At that moment, Fu Bo walked over.
"Mr. Lin, do you like anything? Should I have the entire store wrapped up for you?"
Lin Ran shook his head: "No need, I want to buy Luo Yao’s gift with the money I earned myself!"
In the end, Lin Ran chose a bracelet priced exactly at thirteen thousand yuan.
After paying, the shop assistant gave a polite smile.
Receiving the bracelet, Lin Ran imagined how Luo Yao would look wearing it.
Luo Yao, this is my first gift to you. Although it isn’t expensive, it’s all I have.
When I earn more in the future, I will give you the best things in the world.
Suddenly, Lin Ran started to feel unwell.
In a novel, something usually happens at a time like this, right?
"Lin Ran?"
Hearing Liu Ruxue’s familiar voice, Lin Ran’s face darkened.
"Damn! Bad luck!"

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.”

u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.

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, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"