Insane, absolutely insane.
Lin Ran was behaving like a rabid dog.
To be honest, he couldn’t quite understand why the Luo family was so damn punchable.
His wife had told him—just treat everyone in the Luo family like dogs. Slap them when they deserve it, curse them when they ask for it.
If dogs bark recklessly, the owner has to discipline them.
Luo Yao might be a lunatic, but she rarely laid hands on the innocent. Everyone she targeted was an enemy.
Since Luo Yao had said those words, it meant every last one of the Luo family was an enemy—no, enemy dogs.
The people in the front hall were stunned.
Madness, sheer madness. Lin Ran was a complete madman.
Well, birds of a feather flock together.For Luo Yao to choose Lin Ran as her husband—truly, fish pair with fish, shrimp with shrimp, and turtles with snapping turtles.
Lin Ran and Luo Yao were a match made in madness—a deranged couple.
The Luo family members who had been slapped across the face were seething with rage, but at least they had quieted down.
What else could they do? If they dared to speak, Lin Ran would really hit them—no hesitation, no restraint.
If it weren’t for Uncle Fu and his men pointing guns at them, they would have torn Lin Ran apart by now.
An outsider, in the Luo ancestral home, slapping one Luo after another—and from the way he was panting, it seemed like he was getting tired?
Lin Ran had no intention of going easy on them. His mindset had already undergone a complete transformation.
By Luo Yao’s side, he had to become the person she wanted him to be. That way, she wouldn’t worry about him running away—because they were the same kind of people.
Besides, these people might have bullied Luo Yao in the past. They deserved to die.
As Luo Yao’s husband, he had no reason to show them any respect.
If the day ever came when Luo Yao became the target of public condemnation, these people would surely grind her bones to dust—and they’d do the same to him. Lin Ran knew that all too well.
If Luo Yao lived, he would stand by her.
If Luo Yao died, he would follow her.
Meanwhile, in the back hall, Luo Yao was staring coldly at the two men before her.ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ NovᴇlFirᴇ.ɴet
"Where is Second Luo? Tell me, and you’ll live."
Old Master Luo was caressing the summoning order in his hands, his face filled with delight.
"Even the summoning order couldn’t bring him back. Who do you think he’s hiding from?"
Luo Yao glanced at them indifferently, as if they were nothing more than stray dogs.
"No matter. As long as he’s alive, he’ll show up eventually. As for you two—whether you live or die is another question."
Just then, a knock sounded at the door.
The three inside, along with Luo Yao’s two bodyguards, frowned.
Who dared to interrupt at a time like this?
A Luo family member outside called out, "Old Master, it’s bad—Lin Ran has gone berserk in the front hall! He’s slapping every Luo family member one by one—"
"What?!" Old Master Luo was so furious he nearly recovered on the spot.
Outside, just as Lin Ran was preparing to unleash another round of slaps under the protection of his bodyguards—
"Stop!"
Luo Wuyou pushed Old Master Luo forward in his wheelchair. The old man was livid.
Though he couldn’t see, the report he’d just heard was crystal clear.
He had immediately ordered Luo Yao to go out and kill Lin Ran, but she responded by slapping him into submission.
Left with no choice, Old Master Luo had to intervene himself.
He thought Luo Yao was just displeased with his orders—never imagining how far she would let Lin Ran go.
The last time he had Lin Ran watched, Luo Yao "borrowed" his eyes. But he refused to believe she had done it for Lin Ran.
No, it must have been because he’d overstepped by spying on Lin Ran, provoking her disdain. She hated that kind of intrusion.
And he was just an old man halfway into the grave. Luo Yao had always been unhinged—what happened wasn’t surprising.
But this time was different. With so many people present, surely Luo Yao wouldn’t openly shield Lin Ran, would she?
You’re the head of the Luo family. Lin Ran is just your plaything.
But in the next moment, he realized just how wrong he was.
"Lin Ran! You, an outsider, dare to strike members of the Luo family in our ancestral hall, before the tablets of our ancestors? Do you think the Luo family has no dignity left?"
At that moment, every single bodyguard’s gun turned toward Old Master Luo. The sound of weapons cocking made the old man freeze.
He knew that sound all too well—back when he was still the family head, he too had been licensed to carry.
Seeing Old Master Luo stepping in to restore order, the Luo family members began wailing in grievance.
"Old Master, you must uphold justice for us! That pretty-boy hit me over and over!"
"That’s right! He’s running wild in our home, acting like he owns the place just because his men have guns!"
"Waaah—my face is swollen! My girlfriend will dump me when she sees me like this!"
Bi Yaolian’s eyes flickered with calculation.
"What are you all saying? Lin Ran was just playing around with us! Besides, even if they really tried something, there are only thirty of them—against all of us, they wouldn’t—"
She choked on her words as Uncle Fu opened a case and pulled out a minigun.
Gulping, she fell silent.
The hall went dead quiet again. No more complaints.
Only one question lingered in everyone’s minds:
Was Luo Yao the crazy one, or was Lin Ran the reckless one?
Luo Yao looked at the pitiful blind man in the wheelchair, considering whether to render him deaf and mute today.
"Old man, you seem to be recovering well. You’ve got quite the bark when scolding Ah Ran."
Old Master Luo tilted his head, listening to Luo Yao’s voice. His face was expressionless, but inwardly, he was scrambling to stabilize the situation before she lost it.
"Ahem! Let’s not dwell on that. Since we’re all gathered in the ancestral hall, Luo Yao, it’s time to pay respects to our ancestors."
Luo Yao walked over, took Lin Ran’s hand, and led him step by step toward the ancestral tablets. The crowd automatically parted to make way.
Was Luo Yao going to kneel with her man, seeking the ancestors’ approval—and the Luo family’s acceptance?
Before Old Master Luo could speak, Luo Yao pushed Lin Ran onto the family head’s seat, while she herself stood before the ancestral tablets with an eerie expression.
Old Master Luo couldn’t see where she was, but he could hear.
"Who told you to sit there? A woman has no right to the head seat! Kneel before the ancestors at once! Do you even know why every Luo family head’s tablet is enshrined here? It’s to remind descendants like you to show filial piety!"
Luo Yao casually settled into Lin Ran’s lap, her eyes mocking as she stared at Old Master Luo.
"I am the family head. Lin Ran is my husband. Him sitting here is only right. Got a problem with that?"
Old Master Luo was stunned. He had thought Luo Yao was the one sitting there.
"You let an outsider occupy the Luo family’s seat of honor?!"
Luo Yao lunged forward and slapped Old Master Luo so hard he toppled from his wheelchair.
"To me, all of you are the outsiders. Ah Ran is family."
The way she struck him down was identical to Lin Ran’s earlier actions—so much so that the onlookers couldn’t help but think, "They really are made for each other."