"Can you tell me now, what's really going on with you?"
Lin Ran: "I went to your secret room and saw the photo from our first meeting."
Luo Yao fell silent. She didn’t know what her A-Ran thought after seeing that photo, but it brought back painful memories for her.
That memory was etched into her mind like a knife, but at least A-Ran was hers now.
Lin Ran noticed Luo Yao’s mood shift.
"If you had told me earlier… Luo Yao, forget the past. I love you to the bone, completely helpless. You have to take responsibility for me." He had meant to say that if she had told him sooner, they would have been together much earlier.
But then he suddenly remembered that Luo Yao had already made her feelings clear long ago, while he had been foolishly chasing after Liu Ruxue. So he couldn’t bring himself to say it.
Admitting it would only make him look like a hypocrite and might plunge Luo Yao into even deeper sorrow.
"Fine, I’ll take responsibility for you. For a lifetime," Luo Yao promised.
Looking at Luo Yao’s adorable expression, Lin Ran swore he would never let her suffer even the slightest emotional pain in the future.
"Luo Yao, so many misunderstandings in novels happen because people don’t communicate clearly. I hope we can always stay like this—no unnecessary drama. I hate tragic twists."
Luo Yao: "Deal. You belong only to me, and I won’t hide anything from you."
Lin Ran nodded. He no longer wanted to ask about the little bottle. The past should stay in the past.
The future was what mattered. If he kept dwelling on the past, then he, Lin Ran, would be the one who deserved to die.
"Let’s go home." Luo Yao clung to Lin Ran’s back, and he carried her out of the company building without hesitation, shocking everyone who passed by. If not for company policies, their photo would have already flooded the internal group chats.
After dinner, Lin Ran told Luo Yao to rest in their room while he sought out Uncle Fu.
"Did you handle what I asked you to do yesterday?"
Uncle Fu: "Many readers left comments yesterday. Some said you update too slowly, others admitted they’re afraid to keep reading—scared you’ll drop a tragic twist or stop updating altogether. But they still kindly left five-star reviews."
Lin Ran: "Too slow? I post three chapters a day without fail, always at midnight sharp, not a minute late. Tell them not to worry—no tragic twists here. As for updates, if I ever miss one, may my whole family perish, okay?"
Uncle Fu nodded cheerfully. "Understood. One more thing—many complain your chapter titles are too random. They can’t find the content they’ve read before. What should I tell them?"
Lin Ran sighed in exasperation. "Click the table of contents, then the search bar in the top right, and type in keywords. How hard is that? These lovely readers really test my patience."
Uncle Fu: "Got it. I’ll pass it along. Be understanding, young master."
Lin Ran: "Uncle Fu, remember—those readers are also dear to me. Make sure they all strike it rich."
"Don’t worry, Young Master Lin. By the way, I noticed Miss Luo smiled several times today, which is rare. What’s your secret?"
"It’s been ages since I’ve seen her this happy."
Lin Ran: "None of your business. Just prepare me some tonic soup. A lot of it. My back’s been acting up lately."
"Of course."
The night passed quietly, filled only with the occasional cry of a black cat and the soft hum of cheerful music.
The next afternoon, trouble struck as Lin Ran was returning from delivering lunch.
The moment he got into his car, a sense of danger prickled his instincts. He knew something was waiting for him.
Just as he was about to start the engine, a cold glint flashed behind him.
"Don’t move. Drive."
Lin Ran: "Damn, you guys are impressive. How’d you even fit back there? Must’ve mastered some next-level contortionist skills. I’ll pay you to teach me."
"Shut up and drive," one of the masked assailants snapped impatiently.
Lin Ran had no choice but to start the car while mentally running through possible suspects.
Luo Wuyou was a strong possibility. Lin Tianba or Lin Jian were also likely. Even Liu Ruxue could be behind this.
Don’t underestimate her just because she’s a woman. In his past life, she’d ruined him without hesitation—ruthless and cold.
The look on her face when she pushed him off the rooftop was something he’d never forget.
Triumph. Mockery. Joy. Relief.
In this life, Lin Ran had crushed Liu Ruxue’s dignity under his heel. It was only natural she’d seek revenge.
As Lin Ran’s car gradually left the city, his trailing security team sensed something was wrong.
Wang Bao tried messaging and calling Lin Ran, but got no response.
Realizing the severity, Wang Bao contacted Luo Yao directly, anxiety gnawing at him.
If anything happened to Young Master Lin, he was finished.
Under the threat of the knife, Lin Ran drove faster and faster until they reached an alley.
"Turn in."
Assuming this was their destination, Lin Ran complied, planning to crash into an obstacle and escape.
But the moment they entered the alley, one of the kidnappers ordered him to brake.
Lin Ran slammed the brakes, eyeing the two men in the rearview mirror.
One of them got out, yanked open the driver’s door, and barked, "You. Move over."
With the blade pressing against him, Lin Ran reluctantly switched seats inside the car. He wasn’t reckless enough to gamble with his life.
The kidnapper took the wheel, reversed with a screeching drift, and sped through the alleyways.
Credit where it’s due—the guy knew the terrain. A few sharp turns later, they’d shaken off the security team. Lin Ran sighed. Guess he’d have to save himself.
The other kidnapper wasn’t idle either. Keeping one hand on Lin Ran, he frisked him thoroughly, then tossed his phone out the window.
"My triple-fold phone! What the hell? You’re kidnapping me, not my phone! My wife gave me that!"
The kidnapper smirked coldly. "You’re about to die, and you’re worried about a phone?"
Lin Ran: "Dude, I didn’t clear my browser history! Are you trying to kill me twice?"
The kidnapper paused, scratching his head sheepishly.
"Okay, that’s pretty embarrassing. Sorry, man. Had to check for trackers."
Lin Ran took a deep breath. "Whatever. You’re just doing your job. But tell me—how much are they paying you? I’ll double it."
"Ten—"
"Shut your trap, idiot!" The driver finally lost his patience and cut him off.
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.
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
