Humans share one thing in common with other animals: once basic needs like food and shelter are met, their thoughts inevitably turn to lust.
The only difference is that humans, with their higher intelligence, have more… creative ways of going about it.
Take Lin Ran, for example. He never expected to suddenly gain a "pet" of his own.
In this mad world filled with mad people, the occasional meow of a cat outside the window served as a gentle reminder to those inside to know their limits.
By dawn, a sliver of sunlight spilled onto the balcony. Luo Yao sipped her coffee, savoring the crisp autumn breeze as it tousled her long hair, casting her in an ethereal glow.
When Lin Ran opened his eyes to this sight, he felt as though happiness had always been right beside him.
Noticing he was awake, Luo Yao approached and planted a deep kiss on his lips.
"I have to go out. Be good, alright?"
Lin Ran smirked. "You know exactly how good I can be."
Luo Yao hesitated, reluctance written all over her face. Sometimes, she truly wished she could just drop everything—everything except Lin Ran—and spend every waking moment glued to him, growing old together in perfect harmony.
Maybe… one day, that dream would come true.
It had to.
Before leaving, Luo Yao tossed Lin Ran a USB drive, which he caught effortlessly.
"Remember, don’t put yourself in danger. If anything happens, contact me immediately."
Lin Ran nodded, gripping the drive. He had no intention of risking his neck.
"And one more thing—that Luo Wuyou is a walking temptation. You’d better not—"
"Luo Yao," Lin Ran cut in, his voice dripping with sincerity, "you’re seriously underestimating yourself. Do you really think I’d even glance at another woman when I have you?"
Satisfied, Luo Yao left, her fondness for the current Lin Ran growing by the day. Of course, if he ever dared betray her now, she wouldn’t hesitate to turn their love story into a bloodbath.
Only after she was gone did Lin Ran pick up his phone and text a certain number:
[Got it.]
A reply came soon after.
[Meet at the usual place.]
Lin Ran already knew Luo Wuyou was still at the Pangu Hotel—he’d made sure to be notified if she ever left.
When he arrived, he deliberately went alone.
After all, his bodyguards were Luo Yao’s people. If Luo Wuyou spotted them tailing him, any trust between them would evaporate instantly.
Stepping into Room 1801 again, that familiar sense of lurking danger prickled at his nerves.
He knocked, and the door swung open almost immediately.
Lin Ran had expected another scene of debauchery, but to his surprise, Luo Wuyou was alone this time.
That set off alarm bells in his head. A room full of people? Fine. An empty room with just her? Far more terrifying.
Because he knew exactly how twisted Luo Wuyou was.
"What’s wrong, little brother? Not coming in?"
Lin Ran stayed rooted in the doorway, holding out the USB drive. "I’ll pass. This is what you wanted."
Luo Wuyou didn’t take it. Instead, she gave him a lazy, predatory smile.
"But right now, I want you. What should we do about that?" As she spoke, she let her robe slip just enough to tease.
Lin Ran kept his voice flat. "Do you want the drive or not? If not, I’m leaving."
Her expression frosted over instantly. She snatched the drive, but not before dragging a fingernail lightly across his palm.
Lin Ran yanked his hand back. He wasn’t some hormone-driven idiot—just wary.
To Luo Wuyou, though, his reaction was pure nervousness. Seizing the opportunity, she "accidentally" stumbled toward him.
Any normal man would’ve caught her. Lin Ran, however, sidestepped with the agility of a seasoned dodger.
"If I don’t leave soon, my bodyguards will call the police—and Luo Yao."
Luo Wuyou’s face darkened. She’d thrown herself at him repeatedly, only to be rejected every time.
There was something about stealing Luo Yao’s man that had become an obsession for her.
After shooting Lin Ran a venomous glare, she straightened and gestured mockingly toward the door.
Lin Ran didn’t need telling twice. The moment the door shut behind him, Luo Wuyou’s demeanor turned glacial. She pulled out her phone and sent a message:
[100K. Grab him. Make sure no one sees.]
[Got it.]
"Fine. Play hard to get, huh? Just you wait," she muttered.
Outside, Lin Ran exhaled sharply. Had he just sensed… murderous intent?
Luo Yao’s warnings about this woman hadn’t been exaggerated.
Wang Bao, his ever-attentive bodyguard, immediately noticed Lin Ran’s tension. He understood why Lin Ran had gone in alone—some matters required absolute secrecy.
"Mr. Lin, need me to handle anything?"
Lin Ran glanced at Wang Bao, then at the discreetly parked cars housing the rest of the security team. Reassured, he relaxed slightly.
I’m the protagonist here. Surely I’m not getting killed off?
With nothing urgent on his agenda, Lin Ran found himself at loose ends.
School? Didn’t need to go, and frankly, didn’t dare. The company? Already had competent hands managing it.
What if the business lost money? So what?
He was a kept man, living off his sugar mommy’s wealth. Even if his ventures failed spectacularly, Luo Yao’s empire could absorb the losses without breaking a sweat.
Lin Ran knew his role perfectly.
His "entrepreneurial pursuits" were just a hobby—a way to earn pocket money to amuse Luo Yao and stick it to the Lin family.
When real expenses arose, he spent Luo Yao’s money without a shred of guilt. He embraced the soft life unapologetically, unlike those hypocritical gold-diggers who pretended otherwise.
Of course, Lin Ran differed from most trophy husbands in one key aspect: his love was genuine. What others felt, he couldn’t care less about.
If gender roles were reversed, their dynamic would’ve been utterly conventional—a breadwinning wife and a stay-at-home husband thriving on his looks.
As long as Lin Ran remained faithful, his tycoon wife would spoil him rotten.
Back at the estate, Lin Ran busied himself preparing a hearty meal: a pot of congee and four carefully balanced dishes.
Luo Wuyou? Not worth a second thought. She was just a pawn. Feeding his little demon took priority.
Luo Wuyou’s death would mean nothing more than one less nuisance. But if Luo Yao went hungry? That was actual suffering.
Uncle Fu watched as Lin Ran meticulously packed lunch for Luo Yao, his wrinkled face softening with approval.
"You treat Miss Luo so well, Mr. Lin. It’s been ages since I’ve seen her eat so heartily."
Lin Ran blinked. "Uncle Fu! Didn’t see you there."
The old man chuckled. "Had to make an appearance. The readers were starting to forget about this old butler."
Lin Ran frowned. "Wait, Luo Yao didn’t eat properly before?"
"Oh, she tried to. But she’s always had an eating disorder—picky, small portions."
Lin Ran stiffened. He’d never known about Luo Yao’s anorexia.
"That can’t be right. She eats plenty whenever I’m around."
Uncle Fu’s smile turned knowing. "That’s because you’re the one feeding her, Mr. Lin. And forgive my bluntness, but if you handed her a spoonful of, ah… let’s say poison, she’d swallow it without hesitation."
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!
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.
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?!”
