Urban Novel Translation
Lin Ran: "If I don’t come down in ten minutes, my bodyguards will storm up here and contact Luo Yao immediately. So, spit it out or get lost."
Luo Wuyou was genuinely infuriated by Lin Ran. Though she was past thirty, her charm remained undeniable—were it not for the scars marking her body, she’d be the kind of woman every man desired.
Yet Lin Ran, blind to her scars, treated her with such coldness that she began questioning her own allure.
"Fine, fine! You win."
"Since you’re in such a hurry, I won’t waste your time. Here’s the deal." Luo Wuyou glared at him, her gaze sharp enough to devour him whole.
"I want you to gather evidence of Luo Yao’s crimes. Then, testify that she illegally imprisoned and harmed you."
In his past life, this was the same demand. Back then, he’d agreed but never acted—before Luo Yao wiped him out entirely.
Now, the idea that mere evidence could topple Luo Yao? What a joke.
He’d been naive back then. The only reason Luo Yao hadn’t torn him apart was pure, twisted love.
"Hah! You think some evidence will take down Luo Yao? Are you stupid, or do you think I am?"
Luo Wuyou stared at him, surprised. "Well, well. You’re sharper than I expected. Fine, my mistake."
"In that case, copy Luo Corporation’s internal files for me."
She handed him a USB drive—clearly prepared in advance.
"Do this, and I’ll guarantee your freedom from Luo Yao. Deal?"
Lin Ran fell silent for a moment before taking the drive without a word.
Silence meant assent.
This hadn’t happened in his past life. Or maybe Luo Wuyou had never considered him capable back then—meaning he’d been the only fool all along.
Looking back, even if he had succeeded in gathering evidence, Luo Wuyou would’ve discarded him anyway.
Did Luo Yao actually commit crimes? Lin Ran neither knew nor cared.
Even if she had, he’d never betray her.
Luo Wuyou’s promise of "freeing" him from Luo Yao was no different from a boss dangling empty rewards.
Her real goal? Making Luo Yao taste betrayal. And this USB drive was the linchpin of her scheme.
Reborn, Lin Ran felt his mind had sharpened—he saw through things now.
"Alright. I’ll contact you."
Luo Wuyou frowned. "Do you even know Luo Yao’s computer password?"
Lin Ran took a deep breath, fighting back a sting in his chest.
"No. But I’ll figure it out."
"I believe in you." Luo Wuyou smirked, oozing false encouragement.
The truth? He knew the password: ailinran1314. A childish code that now twisted his heart.
Luo Yao had whispered it to him herself.
That suffocating love once felt like a cage. Now, it was bittersweet—beautiful, yet laced with regret.
Lin Ran left the room unchallenged. Luo Wuyou watched him go, amused.
"Little thing, daring to treat me like this? Once I’m done with you, I’ll make you kneel and beg for my affection."
"You’ll become my toy—no, even more submissive than these men groveling at my feet."
She stretched out on the bed, and several men crawled over eagerly, grinning like fools. The queen reveled in her power.
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Parking Lot
Sitting in his car, Lin Ran’s mind raced.
That woman upstairs—Luo Wuyou—wasn’t as formidable or cunning as Luo Yao, yet she radiated danger. Even Luo Yao might slip up against her.
Worse, this timeline had diverged: Luo Wuyou appeared a year earlier, and her demands had changed.
Nothing in life was free. Yet Luo Wuyou asked nothing of him, only dangling "freedom" as bait.
Lin Ran didn’t trust a single word. His past self had been gullible, a pawn for too many.
Lin Tianba despised him. Lin Jian and his mother wanted him dead. Liu Ruxue had hurt him. Now, Luo Wuyou sought to use him.
Only Luo Yao had ever given him her whole heart.
Well… and his goofy best friend. Though lacking in skill, their bond was unshakable.
But did skill matter? Not when love did.
Give a dog a billion dollars, and it’ll fly to the moon.
Money was cold. A lover’s touch? Warm.
Reborn, he’d yet to truly repay Luo Yao. This time, he’d eliminate Luo Wuyou for her.
And he’d make sure Luo Yao knew—no repeats of last life’s heart-wrenching misunderstandings.
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The Manor
An hour later, Lin Ran finished cooking a nutritious meal, ensuring every dish suited Luo Yao’s tastes.
Packing the food carefully, he headed out. Uncle Fu watched him leave, a knowing smile playing on his lips.
This house finally feels like a home.
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Luo Corporation, 88th Floor
Liu Meng intercepted Lin Ran the moment he stepped out of the elevator.
"Mr. Lin, President Luo seems… in a bad mood."
Lin Ran frowned. "Why?"
Liu Meng shrugged. "No idea. But since you’re here, we’re not worried anymore. You’re her ‘fire extinguisher,’ after all."
Nodding, Lin Ran approached Luo Yao’s office and knocked.
"Come in."
Inside, Luo Yao sat alone, lost in thought.
Who dared upset my little demon?
Seeing Lin Ran, she lifted her gaze but stayed silent.
Lin Ran: "What’s wrong? Who annoyed you?"
Luo Yao: "Why are you here?"
Lin Ran blinked. This wasn’t her usual clingy self.
Unpacking the food, he feigned hurt. "Came to make sure my wife eats properly. But you’re so cold today. My heart’s broken."
Luo Yao stared at the familiar dishes, suspicion flickering. Is there something… mixed in?
"Ah Ran, where were you this morning?"
Lin Ran: "Yao Yao, eat first. I’ll debrief after."
His evasion and sudden insistence on feeding her only deepened her doubts.
Yet after a heartbeat, she opened her mouth.
"Aah—" Chew, chew, chew!
Even if it were poisoned, she’d eat it. That was her sickness—her devotion.
Besides, drugs meant nothing. Her past had numbed her to fear.
Delicious. Heavenly. Bliss.
Her eyes fluttered shut as she savored each bite.
Ah. So this is the taste of love.
Lin Ran fed her steadily. "Need to tell you something."
"Hm?"
"I want your company’s files."
"Okay." Luo Yao replied, tone flat.
Lin Ran asked with slight surprise, "Aren’t you going to ask why I need your company’s information?"
"There’s no need to ask. If you want it, I’ll give it to you."
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?!
'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.
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.”
