Luo Yao's words struck straight at Lin Ran's heart.
In their previous life, Luo Yao had said the same thing. Back then, Lin Ran had angrily retorted, "If you keep saying you’re willing to give me everything, then prove it—can you actually give me everything?"
Luo Yao’s response had been: "No need to ask. If you want it, it’s yours."
Hearing those words again now, Lin Ran’s heart clenched, but at the same time, he felt overwhelming gratitude and emotion.
It was like the childhood paper airplane he’d long forgotten had suddenly come flying back into his hands.
Tears welled up in Lin Ran’s eyes. He wasn’t someone who cried easily, but for Luo Yao, he’d willingly shed every last drop in his body.
"Yao Yao, thank you for trusting me. But I have to tell you—this data isn’t for me. It’s that crazy woman Luo Wuyou who wants it… #¥%@. She offered to cooperate with me on the condition that… she helps me escape from you. But you have to believe me, this isn’t what I want. I just want to help you."
Luo Yao suddenly relaxed, a faint, knowing smile playing on her lips.
"Do whatever you think is right, Ah Ran."
Lin Ran nodded. "Tweak the data a bit before handing it over. Don’t give it to me too quickly, or she’ll get suspicious."
Luo Yao took the USB drive and asked, "You’ve met Luo Wuyou? Where? Did anything… happen between you two?"
Lin Ran immediately raised his hands in surrender. "I swear on my life—if I did anything to betray you, may my entire family—"
"Stop using your family as collateral. You don’t even care about them anymore. Trying to loophole your way out with me?"
Lin Ran scratched his head awkwardly. "Fine. If I betrayed you, may my dick shrink by half."
Luo Yao swiftly covered his mouth, whispering softly, "Absolutely not. That’s not punishing you—that’s swearing away my own happiness."
Lin Ran froze. Damn, she had a point.
"Then may I get hit by a—"
"Enough, I believe you. Now keep feeding me. Ah—"
Lin Ran indulged her, continuing to hand-feed her until she was full. Then, adhering to his principle that wasting food was shameful, he finished the leftovers without hesitation.
Watching him eat her scraps without a hint of disgust, Luo Yao felt an inexplicable surge of happiness. She wanted to claw at the walls, punch something, or even roll Lin Ran into a ball and pop him into her mouth.
And so, she did—well, part of it. She began kneading Lin Ran’s face aggressively, leaving him utterly bewildered and slightly unnerved by her intensity.
Finally, she sank her teeth into his shoulder.
Lin Ran hissed in pain.
"You said it yourself—if I want to bite, I can."
Lin Ran chuckled. "Yes, yes, my little princess. Of course, you can. But why always the same spot? The teeth marks are already permanent at this point."
Luo Yao fell silent, then muttered something cryptic.
"You promised me."
"Promised what?"
"Figure it out yourself."
Ugh. Leaving him hanging like this was torture.
Whatever. No time to dwell on it. The National Day holiday was approaching, and Lin Ran proposed a trip.
The two began planning right there in the office.
This mini-vacation was the perfect chance to travel somewhere far.
Soon, the holiday arrived. With no military parade to watch, Lin Ran had one fewer item on his agenda, so they headed straight for the grasslands.
Traffic jams? Packed highways? Crowded trains? None of that existed for them.
Luo Yao simply flexed her influence—on a holiday when flights were fully booked, they boarded a private jet without a hitch.
Lin Ran was once again in awe of her power… until he asked about the cost. Turned out, it was completely free. The airline charged them nothing.
Lin Ran frowned. "No way. You’re kidding me. The airline isn’t even yours."
Luo Yao: "True, the airline isn’t mine."
Lin Ran sighed in relief. Okay, not that ridiculous.
"It’s yours."
"Excuse me?"
"Look there." Luo Yao pointed at the logo on the plane.
Lin Ran stared, dumbfounded, at the Luo Group emblem and the words "Lin Ran’s Private Jet" printed boldly beside it. His mind short-circuited.
"Holy shit! Yao Yao, tell me—exactly how much stuff do I actually own?"
A private jet? And not just that—apparently, there was an entire airline behind it.
"Hmm… forget luxury cars and mansions. You’ve got three private jets. This one was your birthday gift this year. As for the airline? Yeah, Luo Group’s aviation division is under your name."
The Luo Group had an airline too?!
Lin Ran exhaled sharply. Did he even need to keep building his own career?
Wouldn’t it be easier to just… coast?
Luo Yao was only three years older than him, but she wasn’t handing him gold bricks—she was handing him an empire.
"Yao Yao! We’re married. What’s yours is mine, so stop transferring assets to me. Keeping them under your name is the same! I have zero guilt spending your money now—in fact, I love it." Especially since it made her happier.
"Then do you remember what you said when I gave you this jet?" Luo Yao smirked, her tone dripping with mockery.
"What did I say?" Lin Ran genuinely couldn’t recall. Back then, his default response to her gifts had been rejection and insults.
His most frequent line had been: "You think money makes you special? That you can force me to love you just because you’re rich?"
Now? Yeah, money did make her special.
Luo Yao shoved Lin Ran into the cabin. A flight attendant smiled politely before sealing the door behind them.
"You said, ‘I’d rather die, I’d rather jump out of this plane, than ever step foot on a jet you gave me.’"
Lin Ran cringed. Hard. God, he’d been such a massive idiot.
Now, lounging in the luxurious private jet, sipping red wine with his arms around his beautiful wife, Lin Ran mused:
"Living this young, this carefree, this indulgent… flying private, drinking fine wine, holding the woman of my dreams… Will I ever have regrets when I’m old?"
As the wine took effect, the atmosphere shifted into something… unusual.
Luo Yao: "Ah Ran (^_^)"
All the flight attendants promptly exited the cabin.
Lin Ran, slightly deafened by cabin pressure, asked: "What did you say?"
Luo Yao raised her voice: "I! Said! We! Haven’t! Done! It! On! A! Plane! Yet!"

ose... to cooperate with the protagonist! Shen Yuan: I have a system! Protagonist: What? System: Holy crap, you're just spilling it out like that? Shen Yuan: Let's team up, we'll split the system rewards! Protagonist: Fifty-fifty split? Shen Yuan: No way! Protagonist: What!? I'm the one getting beaten up, and I don't get half? Shen Yuan: Forty-sixty split, I get forty, you get sixty! Protagonist: Deal! Big brother, come on, hit me! As long as it doesn't kill me, beat me like you mean it! Shen Yuan: Don't worry... I will definitely protect all of you! No one but me can lay a finger on you! Guard our Heaven's Chosen Ones! I'm the only one allowed to bully them!

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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."