Luo Yao said, "Alright, it's a promise then."
Lin Ran now held over 200 million in his hands and wanted to throw Luo Yao the most extravagant wedding imaginable.
Some might ask, why bother with such grand gestures when two people are already so deeply in love?
But those who think that way are doomed never to see their lover's radiant smile.
Even couples who've spent a lifetime together need to surprise each other now and then—it's a necessary ritual. And given how wealthy Lin Ran was, there was no excuse for holding back.
Whatever other girls had, Luo Yao would have it all—and more.
Bigger. Better.
Lin Ran's words sent Luo Yao's heart soaring, and she couldn't help but tease him again.
"Ah-Ran, when you go after Lin Tianba, do you even know where he’s staying now?"
"Of course. I’ve had people keeping tabs on him. He’s probably at his brother-in-law’s place."The term "brother-in-law" here referred to Lin Tianba’s relationship with Lv Renqi.
"I never would’ve guessed that Lin Jian and Lv Jian were actually half-brothers, sharing the same mother. No wonder I once saw traces of Lin Jian in Lv Jian."
Hearing the word "brother-in-law," Luo Yao couldn’t help but chuckle.
"Just be careful when you go. Even a cornered dog will jump over a wall."
Lin Ran nodded. His thoughts aligned perfectly with Luo Yao’s.
His life might not be worth much, but if anything happened to him, it would break Yao Yao’s heart. So he had to protect himself at all costs.
As for the "Five Scum of Lv-Lin," he’d make them suffer whenever he had the time.
Otherwise, life would feel dull.
It wasn’t that Lin Ran was scheming or cruel.
It was the lessons from his past hardships. If he came back reborn only to act like a saint, he might as well jump off a building right now.
Saints aren’t always the most miserable, but sometimes they’re the most pitiful.
"Ah-Ran, the Luo Corporation’s annual gala is coming up. Should Nuan Yao and Su Ran attend too?"
Lin Ran thought for a moment, then nodded.
"Sure, let them experience the atmosphere of a major conglomerate."
The Luo Corporation’s annual gala was no ordinary event—it would pack the national stadium to the brim.
"Let’s head home for now."
Luo Yao could tell Lin Ran was tired and wanted to take him back to rest.
Most people assumed Luo Yao’s life was glamorous, but in reality, it was painfully simple.
Work and home—that was it. Without Lin Ran, her life would be unbearably monotonous.
"Alright."
On their way back, netizens were once again hit with a wave of envy.
After Nuan Yao and Su Ran made their announcement, many influencers began reposting and analyzing it.
At first, only two streamers dared to share it. But when no legal threats came, others grew bolder and jumped on the bandwagon.
The original two, Zhang Xiaolong and Shen Jingbing, gained the most followers.
Lin Ran and Luo Yao shot back to the top of trending topics.
[Palace Eunuch]: "I’m tired of saying ‘I’m jealous.’ I wish I had a boyfriend who loved me like this. Mine’s broke and just plays dead."
[Women Should Train to Absorb Yang]: "I despise this kind of wasteful extravagance and public resource hogging."
[One Slice to Castrate You]: "What kind of dog is this guy? It’s not like they’re spending your money. You’re such a Lin Jian."
By the time they returned to the estate, night had fallen. After dinner, instead of resting immediately, they strolled outside to aid digestion.
"A hundred steps after a meal, and you’ll live to ninety-nine."
Lin Ran and Luo Yao still had a long, happy life ahead of them. Health management was non-negotiable.
Lately, Lin Ran had even started taking health supplements—selenium, vitamins, small-molecule peptides, you name it. Every morning, along with his Qi-boosting tonic, he downed a handful of pills.
Sometimes, it felt like he could get full just from swallowing them all.
It reminded him of certain movie scenes and commercials.
An elderly Chinese man pops a handful of medication in the morning, then hobbles to the bus stop with his cane.
An elderly man from a developed country pops a handful of supplements in the morning, then hops on his bike and rides off.
Maybe that’s the difference—hard to admit, but undeniable.
But enough digression. Back to Lin Ran and Luo Yao, strolling through the estate, admiring the scenery. It was oddly enjoyable.
They walked much farther than usual without feeling tired.
That’s what love does, he supposed.
If he were alone, he’d have been exhausted long ago—especially in winter.
Southerners might not get it, but Northerners would understand.
Walking two miles in winter is nothing like two miles in summer.
People assume summer heat is more draining, but winter is the real endurance test.
Before they knew it, they reached the amusement park under construction.
"Yao Yao, hate to say it, but this park feels like a bit of a waste."
"Not at all. If Ah-Ran likes it, then it’s not wasted."
"But how often will we even use it? Save it for our kids?"
Lin Ran didn’t mention children by accident—it was deliberate.
He wasn’t fond of kids, but if he and Luo Yao had one, it might not be so bad.
This was his way of testing the waters.
Not that they’d have one right away—maybe by the end of the story.
Who knows? The kid might even become the protagonist of the next book.
Even a yandere needs a successor.
"Ah-Ran wants a child?"
Luo Yao wasn’t keen on kids either, but if it was with Lin Ran, she wouldn’t object.
Her only worry was that a child might steal his affection.
"Well… how do I put this? I don’t want one, but this amusement park needs someone to enjoy it, right?"
Luo Yao murmured, "This is for Ah-Ran. How could anyone else play here? If we have a child, we’ll build another one just for them."
Lin Ran suddenly felt like posting a message online:
"Attention, aspiring reincarnators! When I’m ready for kids, line up on the rooftop. First come, first served."
"I’m not a child."
"Yes, you are. We’re all children. You’re just a 300-month-old baby."
Lin Ran flushed at her words.
Even though Luo Yao was older, that didn’t give her the right to treat him like a son.
He was plenty manly, thank you very much.
"Fine, fine. A 300-month-old baby—though technically, I’m not even 300 months yet. You’re the 300-month-old baby."
Luo Yao threw herself into his arms. "Then I’ll always be your baby."
Holding his little demon close, Lin Ran laughed.
"You always call me unpredictable, but you’re the real chameleon."
Luo Yao could be sweet or sassy, domineering or gentle, icy or tender.
She showed the world her coldest, sharpest edges—but all her warmth was reserved for him.
"As long as Ah-Ran is happy."
"Honestly? Right now, I’d rather be curled up in a warm bed."
Such a simple request—how could he refuse?