"All the mistakes are mine."
Lin Tianba's words instantly exploded in the live stream.
【Nostrils Full of Love】: WTF, what did I just hear? Is Lin Tianba some kind of "Holy Cuckold" or something?
【Tom Without Fur】: So Lin Jian isn’t Lin Tianba’s real son after all? And Lin Ran, you’re no better—keeping us in the dark. Why wasn’t this in the previous presentation?
【What Was the Bride Doing the Night Before?】: What the hell is wrong with this world? Am I the only sane one left? What kind of messed-up morals does it take to say something like that?
【Being Trash Is Fine】: I’m convinced now—though I already was—but this just seals it. Lin Tianba is the legendary "Innate Cuckold Saint."
Lin Ran couldn’t help but laugh at Lin Tianba’s antics.
"Hah! Alright, alright, you never fail to amaze me. So, Mr. Lin, does your 'son' Lin Jian know he’s not actually your son? And how does it feel raising someone else’s bastard all these years? Must be pretty suffocating, huh?"
Lin Ran’s interview only fueled Lin Tianba’s rage further.
"You ungrateful brat! What are you trying to do? Xiao Jian is not a bastard! Don’t you dare bully him—he’s just a child!"【He’s Just a Child】: Enough, just look at my username. What has Lin Jian ever done wrong?
【Son, Kneel Down—Dad’s Got Something to Say】: I’ve truly seen it all now. The world is even crazier than I imagined.
Lin Ran gave Lin Tianba a genuine thumbs-up.
Nothing else—just pure, five-body prostration-level admiration.
"Bravo, bravo! You’re incredible, so noble!"
"You’re really something. So, what’s your next earth-shattering revelation? Don’t tell me you came here just to say the bastard you raised is a 'child' and the wife who cuckolded you had 'no choice'?"
"If that’s all you’ve got, then I’ve heard enough. If you’ve got nothing else to say, it’s my turn to act."
Lin Tianba sighed. He knew he could never hold his head high again. No matter how respectfully people treated him on the surface, deep down, they must despise him.
But so what? As long as he could protect his wife and child, let them live comfortably, nothing else mattered.
A man should act like a man.
"Xiao Ran, your father isn’t doing well these days. Can’t you give me a way out?"
By using "a way out," Lin Tianba was telling Lin Ran—and the whole world—just how miserable his life had become.
If Lin Ran refused to help, he might as well die.
Lin Ran narrowed his eyes.
"Not doing well? Did you ever think about how I was living when you let Liu Yuemei into the Lin family?"
"Did you care about my life when you made me sleep in the storage room?"
"Did you consider my feelings when you turned a blind eye to Lin Jian bullying me?"
"And when you let them run wild until they finally killed me—did you ever think about my way out?"
"Now, you’re asking me for a way out? Don’t forget, we’ve already severed ties. Should I shove the legal disownment papers in your face?"
As he spoke, Lin Ran glanced around, already planning how to make Lin Tianba suffer even more.
"Xiao Ran, no matter what, we’re still father and son. Are you really going to abandon me? All I need is a few billion to pay off my loans, and then you can let me take a management position at Luo Corporation. Just two simple things—can’t you do that much for me?"
Lin Tianba couldn’t understand why Lin Ran wasn’t already on his knees, hugging his legs and sobbing, "Dad, I was wrong!"
Lin Ran nearly stumbled. He’d already set the bar low for Lin Tianba, but somehow, he’d still overestimated him.
"Help you? Where’s your dignity? Oh wait—it’s already been beaten to a pulp."
Seeing Lin Ran’s refusal, Lin Tianba put on a heartbroken expression. He still couldn’t fathom how his once-obedient son had turned into this.
"Fine, if Luo Corporation is too much, just let me into Nuanyao Group or give me back control of Suran Group. Your coldness cuts deeper than the snow on this ground."
Lin Ran thought, Thank god I didn’t bring my wife. She’d be vomiting right now.
"Shen Jingbing."
"Boss."
"Cut the stream. It’s time to go all out."
Without hesitation, Shen Jingbing ended the live broadcast, leaving viewers in an uproar.
【I’d pay for this! Why cut it off at the climax?】
【You’re as bad as those cliffhanger authors. Don’t make me send you a 'special' care package.】ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ɴoᴠel Fɪre.nᴇt
【Oh, so that’s how you play? Guess we’re not family after all.】
Lin Ran smiled warmly at Lin Tianba, then glanced at the fresh layer of snow on the ground.
Wang Bao had already pinned Lin Tianba down, immobilizing him.
"Let’s see which is colder—the snow or his heart."
Wang Bao hauled Lin Tianba up while Little Tong rallied the bodyguards to start packing snowballs.
One by one, Little Tong took the snowballs and stuffed them into Lin Tianba’s clothes—down his shirt, into his pants.
Lin Tianba roared, "What the hell are you doing? Let me go!"
Little Tong ignored him. The only orders that mattered were Lin Ran’s, and until Lin Ran said stop, he’d turn Lin Tianba into a snowman.
Before long, Lin Tianba’s lips turned purple, his body trembling uncontrollably.
He kept shouting, but his voice was now shaky and weak.
Lin Ran observed his condition.
"Ah, what a memorable winter. So, which is colder now—the snow or your heart?"
"You disgrace! Treating your own father like this—you’ll die a wretched death! If you kneel and beg for forgiveness now, I might—"
Lin Ran grabbed another snowball and shoved it into Lin Tianba’s mouth.
"Still talking? Must not be cold enough. Shen Jingbing, record the rest."
Shen Jingbing turned the camera back on but didn’t resume the live stream.
The biting cold had pushed Lin Tianba to his limit.
He chewed and swallowed the snowball, then spat out, "Lin Ran, you vile creature! I regret ever siring a beast like you!"
Lin Ran patted Lin Tianba’s frostbitten cheek.
"Who knows what your heart is like? But mine—back then—was far colder than what you’re feeling now."
As he spoke, Lin Ran admired his handiwork, even snapping a few photos for keepsake.
On the verge of passing out, Lin Tianba lashed out.
"Release me now, or I’ll invoke family discipline and whip you until you can’t stand!"
Lin Ran clapped. "Great idea."
He signaled to Little Tong, who immediately handed him a collapsible baton while keeping a wary eye on Lin Tianba.
The message in Lin Ran’s gaze was clear—Lin Tianba was still dangerous.