"Pfft—" Lin Ran sprayed a mouthful of red wine onto Luo Yao's face and immediately reached out to wipe it off.
Luo Yao leaned in closer, their eyes locked onto each other.
On their way to the grasslands, as the saying goes, "Sing freely by day with wine in hand, return home joyfully with the plane as companion..."
Upon arriving at the grasslands, they drank the strongest liquor and rode the finest horses. Lin Ran held Luo Yao in his arms while gripping the reins, galloping across the plains. The rhythmic clatter of hooves played like a stirring symphony, leaving their shadows etched across the vast landscape.
"Grass spreads o'er the plain, leaving the rest to readers' imagination."
Lin Ran thought to himself, "Heh, some things are best left to the readers' imagination. Spelling everything out would just ruin the fun, wouldn’t it?"
After all, dancing on the edge of censorship isn’t always wise, and what readers truly want might not even be those details anyway.
Right?
Right?
Answer me.
A week flew by in a flash, and the two returned to the capital. Money could solve travel arrangements, and naturally, it could also solve the return trip.
For the wealthy, holidays were pure relaxation. For ordinary folks, they resembled special forces soldiers—rushing, squeezing onto trains, and battling crowds.
But even ordinary people had to strive hard. Without their relentless efforts, how else would bosses afford luxury cars and mansions?
"Eat bitterness to serve those above"—such was the way of the world.
Back at the estate, the moment Lin Ran saw his bed, exhaustion washed over him. This place felt more and more like home—a sense of belonging.
In the past, he had longed to escape. Now, he had grown to love it here, cherishing every memory he and Luo Yao had made. In this life, he wanted nothing more than to spoil Luo Yao rotten.
Luo Yao could indulge him without limits, and of course, he could spoil her just as much. Love, after all, was mutual.
Some people gave endlessly without reciprocation. Others took greedily, unwilling to give yet desperate not to lose.
Some craved the love of two—or even multiple—people.
But if someone truly liked you, would they really string you along? All so-called "tests" were just excuses. Only those who had been hurt could sever emotions so ruthlessly.
Luo Yao’s love for him? Undoubtedly real. Because despite her past wounds, she still loved him.
This short holiday had brought them both immense joy. For Luo Yao, it had been ages since she’d felt this happy—arguably the happiest days of her life.
The shadows of their love had traveled by plane, touched the grasslands, soared on horseback, and finally returned to where it all began...
After the break, Lin Ran headed straight to campus. Though construction hadn’t started during the holiday, Wu's Father had already arranged for workers to settle in, setting up prefab housing and installing fencing with advertisements.
This was the advantage of seasoned professionals—they anticipated their superiors’ needs.
The contracted construction team was ready to go. The moment classes resumed, work kicked into high gear.
Surveyors surveyed, planners planned. Since this was a reapproved project, the higher-ups greenlit it almost instantly—unlike some companies that nitpicked over every word a hundred times.
The blueprints had been finalized years ago, requiring only minor adjustments—work Principal Tang had already handled.
There was no delay in breaking ground. As the advertising banners went up, more students caught wind of the news, pausing to glance every time they passed.
The name "Nuanyao Group" spread through student circles, soon appearing on the university forum. Gradually, rumors emerged—no one knew who started them—that the entire library project was funded by Nuanyao Group, essentially a charitable donation.
The news moved countless students to tears. The world still had good people after all.
Nuanyao Group’s reputation quickly expanded beyond campus, drawing attention from all sectors of society.
A project worth potentially hundreds of millions, entirely donated—not just the library’s construction, but also equipment procurement and long-term maintenance. Such generosity earned widespread admiration.
Just as Lin Ran had predicted, the fame bought by a hundred million was paying off.
Some media outlets exaggerated, elevating the company to mythical status. Of course, praise invited criticism—the internet was never short of opinions.
"Free? Just a gimmick. They’ll squeeze the money back from students somehow."
"Not necessarily. Jingda’s library has been in the works for ages. Maybe it’s government-funded and the university just handled the bidding."
"Or the developer’s just using it for PR."
"Without official confirmation, it’s all rumors."
Soon, rumors became reality when local TV reporters arrived for an interview.
Wu's Father, as the company’s general manager, confirmed the details. Many students now believed, though some remained stubborn as mules.
By afternoon, Jingda University’s official account posted verification, sending the student body into a frenzy.
It was true—Nuanyao Group was fully funding the project.
Not just a contribution to education, but a boon for countless students.
Suddenly, someone connected the dots.
Hadn’t Lin Ran represented Nuanyao Group at the freshman welcome gala?
Around the same time, civil engineering students interning at Nuanyao Group spoke up.
"That’s right. Our company is handling this project, fully funding the construction..."
Just like that, Lin Ran became a campus celebrity, the object of universal admiration.
"Isn’t this more respectable than some celebrity?"
"I declare Lin Ran my idol from today onward."
"Back off! Lin Ran belongs to all of us—you can’t claim him!"
"His company’s that rich? Donating a hundred-million project like it’s nothing. What does his family even do?"
"No idea. They say his background’s always been mysterious—low-key until suddenly, bam, he’s a rich heir. Can you believe it?"
"I’ve always suspected Lin Ran’s being kept by someone."
"What’s wrong with the world having one more wealthy person? Why not me?"
When Lin Ran arrived on campus, he was utterly bewildered.
His car today wasn’t even that flashy—just a modest Pagani Huayra. Yet the moment he stepped out, chaos erupted. A growing crowd of students gathered, girls screeching, some even lunging at him.
Lin Ran admitted he was slightly terrified. These people were insane.
Thankfully, he’d brought bodyguards. In the past, students would’ve called it pretentious. Now? They considered it his rightful privilege.
Lin Ran was a young master of a wealthy family—of course he needed the entourage.
"Wow, Senior Lin Ran sold his Koenigsegg for education and now has to ‘settle’ for a Pagani Huayra. My heart breaks for him."
Lin Ran’s face darkened.
"Girl, do you think you’re funny?"
transmigrates into the role of a villainous rich second-generation kid in an urban fantasy novel, and gets bound to a god-tier choice system. Right at the start, he catches the female lead stealing exam papers! This triggers the villain's choice options! [Choice 1: Pretend you didn't see anything] [Choice 2: Loudly call her out, drawing everyone's attention] [Choice 3: ...] And thus, a twisted villain is born. To avoid getting killed by the protagonist, he has no choice but to take down all the protagonists first. Jiang Che: Nobody understands being twisted better than me!
y came from. The chests contained supplies, currency, class-change scrolls, skills, talents… and even godhood! The laws of the world were completely rewritten. This became a world where everyone gambled with their fate! Some people, despite having nothing, opened a divine artifact and rose to the top, eventually ruling the world. Others went bankrupt, opened nothing but worthless junk, and leaped from skyscrapers in despair. Lin Ye arrived in this world from another reality, utterly bewildered. “What is going on? Why is everyone a gambling addict?!” “Opening chests? No way. I refuse to gamble. I’ll start with myself!” Until— On his first chest, he obtained a Mythic Talent: Void Incarnation! He could become completely intangible, pass through all things, and reduce everything to nothingness! … On his fiftieth chest, he obtained a Mythic Weapon: Blade of Karma! With a single slash, karma shattered, twisting the universe and overturning the myriad phenomena of creation! … On his ninety-ninth chest, he obtained a Mythic Divine Treasure: Primordial Purple Energy! It could split open the heavens and earth, create all things, and evolve countless worlds with a single thought! Lin Ye: “Now that I think about it… shouldn’t someone have told me that every chest is guaranteed to contain something Mythic?!”
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!
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.
