King of Kings, start with a perfect record and strive for the top spot.

Lin Xueyao walked out of the bedroom. Today she was wearing a snow-white down jacket and beige low-heeled leather boots. Her slender long legs were covered with sheer tights, giving her an indescribable pure and innocent look.

A pure white veil is worn on the head, paired with a Chanel bag, exuding a fresh and elegant temperament.

She is flawless in both looks and temperament, a true goddess.

Ye Lan felt that she must have saved the galaxy in her past life, otherwise why would such a perfect Lin Xueyao fall in love with her in this life?

Lin Xueyao hopped over to Ye Lan like a little rabbit. A gentle breeze blew through the living room, ruffling her hair and lightly brushing against Ye Lan's cheek, leaving a faint, lingering fragrance.

"How do I look in this outfit today?" Lin Xueyao danced gracefully, spinning around in place, her movements light and beautiful.

Even with just a very simple movement, Lin Xueyao's impressive dance skills are evident.

"My wife is beautiful, so naturally she looks good in anything."

Ye Lan gently pinched Lin Xueyao's chubby cheeks, leaving two faint white marks. They were so tender that you could almost squeeze water out of them.

Lin Xueyao has a perfect figure, with curves in all the right places, but her face is a bit chubby and cute to pinch.

In addition, Lin Xueyao didn't know how to resist, and would only groan when pinched hard.

This easily made Ye Lan more and more excited.

"Really?" A blush spread across Lin Xueyao's fair and handsome face.

Being praised by someone you like makes you feel as sweet as if you've drunk honey.

"Of course it's fake." Ye Lan chuckled.

Lin Xueyao angrily punched Ye Lan, but it didn't hurt at all, clearly indicating that she knew he was joking.

Ye Lan is so brazen and acts recklessly from time to time because she is favored by Lin Xueyao.

If it were anyone else, Lin Xueyao's punch would have broken at least two ribs.

Their fighting prowess, honed from a young age, should not be underestimated.

"Let's go, don't keep them waiting too long."

Ye Lan gently squeezed Lin Xueyao's soft little hand and spoke in a soft tone.

"Uh-huh."

The two walked downstairs hand in hand. A Bentley with wings was parked on the side of the road, and a thin, gray-haired old man was wiping the dust off the car.

"Uncle Lin, wasn't it a stretched Lincoln before? Why did you switch to a Bentley?" Ye Lan asked curiously.

The old man was Lin Xueyao's housekeeper and driver.

Uncle Lin bowed slightly and said, "In response to your question, young master, the Lincoln I had before was taken away for maintenance, so there was only a Bentley left in the garage, which I then drove out."

Ever since Ye Lan brought Lin Xueyao home to meet her parents and elders, Uncle Lin has changed how he addresses Ye Lan.

Before, he called me "brat" all the time, but now he calls me "young master."

Ye Lan felt a little pleased.

"But didn't Xueyao's father, Lin Dongsheng, say he wouldn't provide us with any assistance? So what's this?" Ye Lan asked curiously, pointing to the Bentley.

Uncle Lin said coldly, "Hmph, these things have nothing to do with Lin Dongsheng. They were all left to Miss by the eldest young lady."

Ye Lan realized what was going on after hearing this.

These luxury cars were not Lin Dongsheng's property, but were left to Lin Xueyao by her mother.

In this light, Lin Dongsheng's repeated claims that he earns money to give Lin Xueyao a better life are nothing more than excuses for himself.

After all, even without the Lin family's financial strength, Lin Xueyao could still live a happy life free from worries about food and clothing thanks to the property left to her by her mother.

Humans are not machines; they cannot work 24 hours a day without stopping.

Being too busy is just an excuse for neglecting one's family.

At least that's what Ye Lan thinks.

"Uncle Lin, could you please take us to Dehua Manor?"

"Young Master, you're too kind. This is all I should do."

.......

With a soft hum of the engine, the vehicle slowly started and smoothly merged into the predetermined route.

Ye Lan had always trusted Uncle Lin's driving skills. The car remained stable throughout the journey, yet the speed was not slow at all—a skill that many experienced drivers might not possess.

Other vehicles in the vicinity also consciously kept a distance after seeing that the license plate was Bentley.

They were afraid of getting too close and causing a scratch.

In this situation, the vehicle moved as if it were in an empty field, driving quite smoothly on the road.

The journey was smooth and unobstructed, and we soon arrived at Dehua Manor.

Dehua stood at the door and saw a Bentley slowly driving towards his house. His back teeth creaked with envy.

Ye Lan and Lin Xueyao got out of the back seat.

Dehua greeted him with a smile, "Long time no see, long time no see."

Ye Lan couldn't help but roll her eyes. "Brother Hua, can't you come up with a different opening line? It's always 'long time no see'."

"On another note, we just saw each other a week ago, how come it's been so long?"

Despite Ye Lan's sabotage, Dehua was not angry; he simply invited the two of them to come in and sit down.

Now that the annual holiday is over, the employees of Dehua Studio have gradually returned to their posts.

The once empty villa is now bustling with activity.

This was in stark contrast to the desolation when Ye Lan last visited.

"Happy New Year, Brother Ye and Sister-in-law Ye."

When you pass by the office, the employees inside will greet you warmly.

Dehua grinned and came closer, "Do you know how much money we made during the Chinese New Year live stream?"

"How much?" Ye Lan paused for a moment before asking.

He's been so focused on the company lately that he's almost forgotten about this matter.

If Dehua hadn't brought it up at this time, I probably would never have remembered it in my entire life.

Dehua deliberately lowered his voice, "We made 140,000 in just half a night. We'll split it 50/50. I'll transfer the money to you later."

Ye Lan nodded and did not refuse. He was currently in the early stages of his business and it was a time when he was burning through money.

Of course, this money must be used carefully.

Soon it was lunchtime, and Dehua prepared a large table of dishes to treat Ye Lan. The employees also got to enjoy the delicious food.

Ye Lan had eaten breakfast when she went to inspect the store in the morning, so she wasn't hungry now.

Because Ye Lan was by her side, Lin Xueyao had a very good appetite and wanted to try every dish on the table.

The staff also doted on her; whenever she wanted to eat something, the staff would immediately turn the plate over to her.

A slightly overweight video editor looked at Lin Xueyao, who accepted all kinds of meat, including chicken, duck, and fish, and then looked at the spinach, corn, and winter melon in his own bowl.

Suddenly, a stream of bitter tears flowed down my face.

Heavens above, my wish to get fat!

She moved to sit next to Lin Xueyao and whispered, "Sister Xueyao, do you eat this much every day?"

Lin Xueyao, who was eating ribs, paused for a moment. Being rather socially awkward, she couldn't help but feel flustered when suddenly asked a question.

But after realizing that the other party meant no harm, Lin Xueyao felt relieved.

Thinking of what Ye Lan had said before, he said blankly:

"I need to eat more so I don't get fat, otherwise Ye Lan won't be able to carry me."

The female editor was completely bewildered.