Reborn and Snuggled into the Arms of My Yandere Female Tycoon Wife
Chapter Summary
"Every time he thought about how his former goddess had been with someone like Lin Jian, it made him sick. If not, just admit you’re a spineless coward—may your sons be born without assholes, may you get cuckolded every day, may your parents drop dead, may your whole family rot, may your grandparents toil in African sweatshops forever... When he reached the room, Lin Jian was still inside, desperately justifying why he wouldn’t jump, refusing to admit fault or call himself a spineless coward.
How could he have ever been friends with someone like this?
What kind of blind fool was he?
"Lin Jian, stop dragging Lin Ran into everything.
The mess you're in now is entirely your own doing.
And you even pulled that incest crap—disgusting.
"Every time he thought about how his former goddess had been with someone like Lin Jian, it made him sick.
What disgusted him the most was that last time at the Pangu Hotel.
He couldn’t shake the feeling that Liu Ruxue had left him just to go upstairs and find Lin Jian.
So gross.
Absolutely revolting.
"Damn it, are you gonna jump or not?
If not, just admit you’re a spineless coward—may your sons be born without assholes, may you get cuckolded every day, may your parents drop dead, may your whole family rot, may your grandparents toil in African sweatshops forever...
"Watching the live stream unfold, Lin Ran, sitting in his villa’s dining room in Shanghai, felt a deep satisfaction.
"Well, Shi Nanci was an idiot before, but at least he’s learned his lesson.
There’s hope for him yet.
"Uncle Fu nodded in agreement, acknowledging that Shi Nanci had done well this time.
I was planning to take on Lin Jian’s livestream room alone, but who knew a single ‘Grand Gala’ gift would settle it?
Uncle Fu glanced at the data.
"Young Master Lin, thanks to your appearance, Shi Nanci’s gift tally for this round hit 100,000.
That one Grand Gala of yours might’ve been small, but its impact was huge.
Shi Nanci really owes you his thanks.
"Lin Ran shrugged.
"No need.
It’s enough that he’s corrected his mistakes.
I’m not out to destroy him—we were classmates once, after all.
"Truthfully, Lin Ran had almost forgotten about him.
He’d grown far beyond such petty grudges.
Would someone who’s already crossed the finish line mock those still struggling at the starting line?
Lin Ran was aware that Luo Yao had reported Shi Nanci, landing him in trouble.
But that was Shi Nanci’s own fault—why spread rumors in the first place?
"Is it mistakes we hate?
No.
What we hate are those who screw up and still act like they’re untouchable.
"Lately, Lin Ran had been paying attention to online trends.
Some things kept resurfacing like brainwashing.
"So many people crash and burn, yet some make comebacks while others get banned even with 800 alt accounts.
It all comes down to character and attitude.
If you own up to your mistakes and face the consequences without evasion, do you really think netizens would keep hounding you?
"Uncle Fu stayed silent.
He didn’t entirely agree.
"Actually, Young Master Lin, you could afford to make mistakes.
No one could touch you.
Worst case, you could just build your own platform.
"Lin Ran’s face darkened.
He hadn’t expected Uncle Fu to joke like that.
"Smart answer.
After all, my wife is Yao Yao.
I fear no hardship, right, babe?
How long do you think Lin Jian will last?
"Seeing Lin Ran happy made Luo Yao’s heart feel lighter.
"Ah Ran, I want to ask you something.
""What is it?
""Out of all the Lins, who do you hate the most?
"The most?
Lin Ran pondered.
He hated every single one of them.
In his past life, the masterminds behind his death were Lin Jian and Liu Yuemei.
But was Lin Tianba blameless?
Lin Ran didn’t know how it felt to be hastily buried in a desolate mountain—he was already dead by then.
But seeing his own ending chilled him to the bone.
That was when he realized his true standing in the Lin family—no affection, no loyalty.
Liu Yuemei and her son had orchestrated it, but Lin Tianba had allowed it to happen.
The wife and son wielded the knife, but the husband was the real murderer.
Sometimes, silent complicity was worse than the act itself.
So Lin Ran’s hatred for Lin Tianba rivaled, even surpassed, his hatred for Liu Yuemei and her son—more than his disdain for Liu Ruxue.
"In the past, I hated Lin Tianba the most.
""And now?
""Now, I don’t hate anyone.
I don’t have time for hatred.
Every second is reserved for loving you.
The only person I hate now is myself—for not seizing the chance to let you have me sooner.
"Luo Yao paused for a moment.
"Perfect answer.
I love it.
"Lin Ran gently stroked her head.
"Besides, if I wanted, I could send the entire Lin family plunging into hell in an instant.
After all, I have you.
""But right now, I’d rather watch them squirm like clowns, only to realize the world itself is their nightmare.
"As he spoke, Lin Ran pulled out his phone and called one of his bodyguards stationed at a hotel in Beijing.
"Young Master Lin, what are your orders?
"Lin Ran: "Jia Laoban, go stir up some trouble for Lin Jian.
But don’t reveal your location.
""Understood.
"Hanging up, Jia Laoban grabbed a set of keys from the counter.
Then he leashed the stray dog by the door.
He’d been rotting away these past few days—just gaming and working out at the counter.
Finally, Lin Ran’s orders had arrived.
When he reached the room, Lin Jian was still inside, desperately justifying why he wouldn’t jump, refusing to admit fault or call himself a spineless coward.
"Everyone, PK battles between streamers are just for fun.
Don’t take the results too seriously.
If you like me, show your support by shopping from my store.
All products are carefully curated...
"Just as netizens were "lovingly" engaging with Lin Jian, the door unlocked.
The entire Lin family turned toward the entrance.
"You lot are being too loud.
You’re disturbing my guests.
Pack up and get out.
"Lin Jian frowned.
"We paid for this room!
And your soundproofing is crap.
Don’t blame us for—"Jia Laoban’s glare silenced him instantly.
He hadn’t forgotten how this "hotel staff" had treated him last time.
Then, Jia Laoban tugged forward the grimy stray dog and pointed at it.
"One more word, and I’ll slaughter your ‘dad’ here for dinner.
"Lin Jian paled.
He stared at the dog, and it all came rushing back.
"Woof!
Woof!
Woof!
" (Son, save me!
)Lin Jian gulped.
"Can I just...
keep it down?
"Jia Laoban scoffed.
"Fine, stay.
But it’ll cost you—200 extra per day.
"The price was beyond Lin Jian’s means, but he gritted his teeth and agreed.
Jia Laoban eyed Lin Jian's live streaming setup with disdain.
"You call this streaming?
You’ve lost all sense of shame.
Does your audience know you’ve acknowledged this mutt as your father?
"Without waiting for a reaction, Jia Laoban marched in, dragging the dog, and snatched Lin Jian's live streaming phone, pointing it at the animal.
"Everyone, behold!
This is the streamer’s dad—he admitted it himself.
I’ve got video proof, which I’ll upload later.
Feel free to download and share.
"He snorted.
"I’m taking your ‘dad’ with me.
Don’t forget to pay up.
"Then, out of the camera’s view, he kicked Lin Jian.
"Ah—!
" Lin Jian howled, collapsing to the floor.