Ordinary people can still be protagonists.

Or rather, everyone is the protagonist of their own world. We're all experiencing life for the first time—why not live it to the fullest?

Returning to the villa, the two had breakfast, and Liu Meng arrived for her routine report.

Time was running out—the 48-hour deadline Luo Yao had given was nearly up, and Liu Meng needed to pick up the pace.

After Liu Meng finished her report, Uncle Fu approached.

Jiang Feihua had grown increasingly irritated with Uncle Fu lately. The old man no longer showed the slightest respect for her as the estate manager.

Not only did he boss around the servants, but sometimes he even tried to give her orders, as if flaunting his authority.

This infuriated Jiang Feihua.

"Miss, Uncle Fu is getting old. Since he’s working so hard, perhaps he should take a break. I can take care of you and Young Master Lin during breakfast."

Lin Ran, Luo Yao, all the servants, and even Uncle Fu turned to stare at Jiang Feihua. No one expected the usually tactful Jiang Feihua to say something like this.

Before anyone else could react, Lin Ran nodded.

"Sure, you can serve us then."

Jiang Feihua brightened at his words, but then froze, realizing what she had just done.

What had come over her?

Truly, jealousy was a monstrous thing—she desperately wanted to work closely with Luo Yao.

Uncle Fu said nothing, quietly stepping back.

He was more than happy to take it easy.

Jiang Feihua hurriedly explained, "I was just worried Uncle Fu might be overworked. He’s older, unlike me—I’m still young and full of energy..."

Luo Yao cut her off. "I don’t like unnecessary chatter during meals."

Jiang Feihua: ...

So all the sweet nothings you and Young Master Lin exchange aren’t considered nonsense?

Those meaningless romantic words—were those serious conversations?

Double standards.

But she kept these thoughts to herself, not daring to voice them.

"Yes," she replied, retreating to the side.

Lin Ran poked at his food a few times before setting down his chopsticks.

Jiang Feihua hesitated, unsure what to do.

"Did Uncle Fu ever tell you that our Yao Yao dislikes being disturbed during meals?"

Jiang Feihua: "Oh! Right, I’ll leave now."

She moved to stand with the other servants, her mood souring.

Once breakfast ended, Luo Yao shot her a cold glance.

"Tomorrow, I don’t want to see A-Ran upset again."

Jiang Feihua broke into a cold sweat. Suddenly, serving the masters felt harder than ever.

It had always been challenging, but never this difficult.

Instead of heading to work, Luo Yao and Lin Ran relaxed in the living room.

"A-Ran, if you're tired, rest for a bit. Later, we’ll go watch the show."

Lin Ran sprawled across Luo Yao’s lap.

"I’ll sleep better like this."

Luo Yao smiled—Lin Ran was adorable like this.

And she had indeed changed recently. Uncle Fu wasn’t wrong; she knew it herself.

Maybe one day, she could grow old with Lin Ran like an ordinary couple.

What a lovely thought.

Of course, no matter how much she changed, Lin Ran belonged to her alone.

Anyone who dared stand in their way would meet a miserable end.

Like Liu Ruxue, like Huo Haini, like the three scum of the Liu family, like...

Meanwhile, in the capital...

Lin Jian stared at his phone in shock—every single order had been refunded.

A 100% return rate.

Not only was Lin Jian terrified, but his suppliers were even more panicked.

Forget production costs—just the shipping fees alone were a massive loss.

Now, customers wanted refunds, meaning return shipping costs and potential product damage.

Worst of all, this was a total loss with zero profit.

And even worse? The returned goods would likely end up as dead stock.

"That Lin Jian... I should’ve never worked with him. How much are we going to lose now?"

The brand owner checked the product reviews and nearly fainted.

[Cheering for Lin Jian]: Didn’t dare comment when ordering, just waiting for this moment—refund time!

[Who’s Born a Perfect Father?]: Let Lin Jian taste hope before despair.

[Master of the Onion Arts]: Looks like we all had the same idea. With 100K orders, we can’t afford to lose. Anyone who doesn’t refund? May your son be born without a—

The brand owner slammed his bowl of spicy noodles to the ground in fury.

Then he immediately called Lin Jian.

Lin Jian, seeing the caller ID, felt a chill.

"Ah, Boss Pei! What can I do for you? Need another collaboration?"

"Lin Jian, you absolute joke. You turned our products into a national boycott. Before working with you, we had sales. Now? We’re a laughingstock. And you dare mention collaboration? Are you out of your mind?"

Lin Jian knew the boss was losing money, but he blamed Lin Ran, not himself.

"Boss Pei, don’t worry. I know who’s behind this. Next time, I’ll fix it and boost sales."

"Fix your damn brain first! There won’t be a next time. Mark my words—I’ll ruin you, or my name isn’t Pei Deguang!"

Lin Jian, now threatened, scoffed.

"Calling you ‘boss’ is just courtesy. Without it, you’re nothing. Threaten me? Do you know how many followers I have?"

The other end went silent, utterly baffled by Lin Jian’s delusion.

What kind of idiot had he been to partner with this guy?

"You’re drowning in your own stupidity. ‘Followers’? You can’t even tell their true colors. Keep dreaming about being an influencer—you’re a damn joke!"

The call ended, leaving the boss fuming as he plotted revenge.

He picked up his phone again, dialing a friend...

With no sales, Lin Jian wouldn’t get his commission. Worse, he’d have to return the platform’s advance payments and face potential legal action from the brand.

"This is all Lin Ran’s fault!"

Furious, Lin Jian needed an outlet.

Once the harmless, meek boy of the Lin family, he was now its head—untouchable, doing as he pleased.

With a loud BANG, he kicked open the door to Lin Tianba and Liu Yuemei’s room.

The couple turned, startled.