Lin Ran’s eyes locked onto a woman who appeared alluring but carried a sinister aura.
Luo Wuyou.
Lin Ran opened the car door, ready to flee, when suddenly Luo Wuyou’s figure materialized like a ghost in front of him, blocking his exit. The two men he’d argued with earlier also arrived, sealing off the other door of his car.
Narrowing his eyes, Lin Ran asked coldly, “What do you want?”
Though past thirty, the woman was still strikingly seductive. Her looks, while decent, paled in comparison to Luo Yao’s. Yet, the sheer magnetism she exuded was enough to draw anyone in—best described in one word: *provocative.*
“Why so cold, handsome?” Luo Wuyou cooed. “Big sister just took a liking to you and wanted to chat, that’s all.”
Lin Ran’s brow furrowed as he quickly calculated an escape plan. Before he could act, Luo Wuyou continued.
“I’ve done my research on you. I know how much you resent Luo Yao’s control. Want your freedom? We can work together.”
She smirked. “Of course, if you refuse, you can always tell Luo Yao everything I’ve said. I couldn’t care less.”
Lin Ran took a deep breath to steady himself. Clearly, Luo Wuyou hadn’t dug deep enough—she had no idea his relationship with Luo Yao had recently warmed.
In fact, even Luo Yao herself probably didn’t fully trust him yet.
“How would this ‘cooperation’ work?” he asked.
Luo Wuyou’s lips curled into a sly smile. “You’re a smart man. I’ll contact you later. Just follow my lead, and I’ll guarantee your escape from Luo Yao. How’s that?”
Lin Ran paused before replying, “So you wrecked my car just to propose this? Do you even know how much this car is worth?”
Luo Wuyou slid a finger into the car, tilting Lin Ran’s chin up.
“Honestly, I’m growing more and more intrigued by you. Maybe after leaving Luo Yao, you could come find me. I’ll buy you a new car—or a whole fleet.”
She leaned closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. “Even if the plan fails, my arms will always be open for you. Devouring the man Luo Yao loves… now *that* would feel *divine.*”
Lin Ran’s composure nearly cracked. He had to admit—Luo Wuyou was just as unhinged as Luo Yao.
“If there’s nothing else… *Auntie Luo,* would you kindly let me leave?”
“Auntie?” She laughed. “Ah, right. Since you and Luo Yao are officially married, I *should* be your aunt now.”
Her grin widened, eyes gleaming with perverse delight. “But somehow, that just makes this even *more* exciting. Ahahaha—!”
Still cackling, she waved the two men away. Watching them disappear, Lin Ran’s expression darkened.
This woman was dangerous. And troublesome.
“Young Master Lin, are you alright?”
Wang Bao rushed over, his face etched with worry. Lin Ran glanced at him but didn’t scold him.
Even the best fighter couldn’t take on four hands at once.
They were a team. He only had one bodyguard.
“Wang, when we get back, recruit a few more capable men. Just the two of us… sometimes isn’t enough.”
Wang Bao nodded in agreement.
Thankfully, Lin Ran was unharmed—otherwise, he’d have no choice but to fall on his sword in apology.
Back at the manor, Lin Ran steadied his emotions and cooked for Luo Yao. Every dish was prepared by his own hands, ensuring it was nutritious and easy to digest.
By evening, Luo Yao returned early, immediately throwing herself into Lin Ran’s arms the moment she stepped inside.
Lin Ran touched her forehead—her fever had subsided.
“Husband! Kiss me.”
He pressed a light kiss to her lips. “Later. First, let’s check your temperature and take your medicine.”
Luo Yao nodded obediently. In the past, even when ill, she’d refused medicine—nothing hurt more than the thought of Lin Ran leaving her.
“Husband, did anything happen today?”
Lin Ran: “Ran into a lunatic.”
“Crazier than me?” Luo Yao didn’t even ask who.
Without hesitation, Lin Ran replied, “Still you.”
He sighed. “Also… I wrecked the car you bought me. Sorry.”
Luo Yao shook her head, silencing him. “It’s fine. If you like, you can crash every car in the garage. I’ll just buy you a new collection.”
*What did I do in my past life—no, my* past *past *life—to deserve Luo Yao twice?*
To others, she might be terrifying. But to Lin Ran, she was an angel. His salvation. A beauty beyond compare.
“I don’t have *that* much destructive power.”
Luo Yao raised a brow. “Oh? Then who burned down the garden? Who fed pesticide to my crocodile? Who smashed the—”
“Okay, okay! Stop!” Lin Ran flushed with embarrassment.
Back then, he *had* pulled plenty of ridiculous stunts, destroying countless priceless items in the manor. Every servant and guard had winced in horror—except Luo Yao, who’d simply smiled and said, *“Let him break whatever he wants. I’ll just buy him more.”*
Her indulgence was no different from those overbearing CEOs spoiling their sweethearts in novels. If anything, she outdid them.
*This… this is love.*
He’d realized it late, so now he was making up for lost time.
He would atone for his past self. He’d shower Luo Yao with twice the affection, mending her lonely soul.
“Fine! If Ah-Ran doesn’t want to hear it, I won’t say it.” Luo Yao’s fingers traced his jaw. “But remember—you’re *mine.* No betrayals.”
Lin Ran nodded. “Of course. I’d rather die than hurt you.”
A finger pressed against his lips. “No such words.”