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!"
Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"
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?"
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
