Lin Ran was genuinely amused this time.
He seemed to have figured out who was behind those two videos.
He initially thought it was Lin Tianba and Lin Jian stirring up trouble again, but it turned out there was another mastermind lurking.
As expected, whenever something happens, all the hidden enemies come crawling out of the woodwork.
Lin Ran even considered waiting a little longer to see if more foes would reveal themselves.
After all, the best time to see people’s true colors is when you’re down on your luck.
When you’re thriving in life, everyone around you is kind and loving.
But when you hit rock bottom, you’ll be lucky if half those "good people" even bother to answer your calls. Some will even kick you while you’re down.
Your own failures are painful enough, but the success of those around you cuts even deeper.
So when you fail again, you’ll be heartbroken—and everyone else will be thrilled. Emotions really do transfer like that."Master Lin, what should we do now?"
"Forget it. Let’s strike back sooner rather than later. This isn’t just about me anymore."
Waiting longer wouldn’t affect him much—after all, Lin Ran had lived a second life already. He wasn’t invincible, but he was thick-skinned enough to brush off most things.
These online attacks couldn’t really hurt him.
"Understood. Your reputation hasn’t been great these past couple of days."
Lin Ran scoffed, "So what? If they’re so tough, let them storm my estate and throw a punch. I’ll give them credit if they pull it off. And who said my reputation’s bad? Did Granny Wang forgive you for saying that?"
Uncle Fu immediately fell silent.
Why did it feel like Master Lin had dirt on him?
The main reason Lin Ran decided to retaliate now was to avoid upsetting Luo Yao.
After all, anything involving him would inevitably affect his wife’s mood.
Then there were the employees of Nuanyao Group. Imagining them being harassed daily on their way to and from work, Lin Ran felt a twinge of something unfamiliar—guilt.
According to Wu Zhishang, Chen Qingtian’s film crew had already told her to take a break. There were even rumors they might replace her.
Since she was an artist under Nuanyao, the set had been repeatedly vandalized by intruders.
But precisely because she belonged to Nuanyao, the director didn’t dare go too far—just sending her back to the capital to rest.
If she were signed to any other company, she’d have been dropped by now. Few in the entertainment industry had connections like Chen Qingtian’s.
Her grandmother was a war hero, her grandfather a former education bureau chief, her uncle a political heavyweight, and her younger brother married into the top financial dynasty.
Who would dare mess with her?
"Lin Jian, Lin Tianba, Lv Jian—you’ve got guts, coming at me like this. What gear are you even running? Even if you’re fully stacked, I’ll still take you all on solo."
Those two videos had to be the handiwork of Lv Jian and Zhao Miaomiao.
The steakhouse incident involved them, and the dessert shop footage was probably clipped from some forum posts.
When Luo Yao had "cleared the place with gold coins," it was only natural curious onlookers would film it.
Hell, even Lin Ran would’ve whipped out his phone to show off if he’d witnessed something like that.
"Time to bury these trash once and for all. Make sure they never dare spew nonsense online again. As for offline… I’ll leave that to the internet’s finest after my livestream. Let’s see how long they last."The source of thɪs content is NovᴇlFɪre.ɴet
"You used the internet to smear me? Then I’ll use it to crush you. Let’s see who’s tougher. I’ve got an estate and a security team. What do you have?"
"Uncle Fu, prep the slides. And get me all the intel on Lv Jian and Zhao Miaomiao."
"Right away, Master Lin."
Lv Jian and Zhao Miaomiao were nobodies—their records would be easy to dig up.
Without hesitation, Lin Ran logged into his Douyin account.
The moment he accessed it, the notifications nearly gave him a heart attack.
It wasn’t just the 99+ alerts—his follower count had skyrocketed to absurd levels.
He hadn’t touched this account in days. Yet this profile, with zero posts and only one livestream to its name, had somehow gained over 10 million followers?
This kind of growth was unheard of across the entire internet.
He wasn’t an influencer, not a celebrity, had no content, no existing fanbase—yet here he was, amassing millions in record time. Insane.
He’d blown past even Zhang Xiaolong’s viral rise in his previous life.
Was he some kind of born-to-be-famous prodigy?
Moments later, countless users’ phones buzzed with a notification:
Your followed streamer: [My Owner is Luo Yao] is now live.
Instantly, the live streaming room flooded with viewers. Lin Ran flashed a camera-ready smirk.
"The good guy you love? That’s me, Lin Ran. Missed me?"
Simultaneously, Nuanyao Media, Luo Corporation, and their partners capitalized on his popularity, synchronously promoting and broadcasting the stream.
Even the giant screen outside Luo Corporation’s headquarters switched to his livestream.
Naturally, this was Luo Yao’s doing.
The result? Viewer numbers exploded like a geyser.
The chat moved so fast it blurred.
[Lotus on a Lamp]: "Thought you quit streaming? Back for cash grabs? Just drop the link already—what’s a rich kid like you even selling?"
[Youth Spent in Bed]: "Just saw Luo Yao’s PR team in action. Damn, brutal. How do you survive at home? She seems lowkey violent."
Lin Ran skimmed two random comments before responding.
Selling stuff? Please. If I did live-stream selling, it’d be yachts and private jets. Doubt you could afford those. As for my wife being ‘violent’—so what? She’s gorgeous, loaded, and obsessed with me. A little possessiveness is cute.
Two golden-tier comments then popped up:
[Regretting Not Chasing Sugar Mommas]: "Doesn’t change the fact you two humiliated people at that dessert shop. Does money give you the right to trample on dignity?"
[Kidney Pain]: "Exactly. Lin Ran and Luo Yao flexed their wealth to bully others. Disgusting."
[Wu Jing’s #1 Fan]: "Rich bullies like you should leave China."
Lin Ran’s temper flared. "How was that humiliating? We handed them stacks of cash! They left happy! Where’s the insult? WHERE?"
Then, his anger melted into a mocking grin—Oscar-worthy acting.
"Ohhh, I get it now. You’re not mad about ‘bullying.’ You’re mad we didn’t bully YOU, right?"
The chat froze briefly.
Then erupted.
[TrumpWho]: "LMAO he’s right. If someone tossed me a stack of bills, I’d be thrilled. That’s not bullying—that’s charity! Bully me next, please!"