"I just finished the livestream and was about to make dinner for you."
Lately, due to various trivial matters, Lin Ran hadn’t cooked for Luo Yao in several days.
In the past, Luo Yao never liked Lin Ran doing these things—she felt her "A-Ran" should remain in her gilded cage, like a precious piece of art, meant only for her admiration.
But now, she found herself drawn to this version of Lin Ran, bustling about for her sake. This affection was like a seed, slowly sprouting and growing in her heart.
"Alright, then I’ll help you."
Luo Yao made a move toward the kitchen, but Lin Ran quickly stopped her, his eyes brimming with tenderness.
"Darling, if I’ve done something wrong, you can hit or scold me—just don’t cook for me to eat."
Even someone as emotionally reserved as Luo Yao couldn’t help but blush at his words.
Her cheeks flushed faintly, like peach blossoms in full bloom.
"Then I’ll go upstairs to change first," Luo Yao said before turning away. Lin Ran watched her retreating figure, a soft smile playing on his lips, then set to work preparing their meal.Soon, Lin Ran had finished cooking the carefully planned dishes. For him, these tasks were second nature—he moved like an elegant artist in the kitchen, wielding utensils to create culinary masterpieces.
But because this was for Luo Yao, he worked with both speed and meticulous care, pouring his love into every step.
"Dinner’s ready," Lin Ran called from the dining room.
"I want my husband to feed me."
Luo Yao’s timid voice sent a shiver down Lin Ran’s spine.
She usually called him "A-Ran," rarely using terms like "husband." The sudden endearment left him momentarily dazed.
"Of course, at your service," Lin Ran replied, walking over to her. As he fed her, he couldn’t help but admire her slightly puffed cheeks—utterly adorable.
"Om nom nom... A-Ran... your cooking... is so good... nom nom nom..."
Uncle Fu had once mentioned that Luo Yao suffered from anorexia—she would only eat food prepared by Lin Ran, even if it were... well, poison.
The thought filled Lin Ran’s heart with sweetness.
As she enjoyed being fed, Luo Yao suddenly asked, "When I’m old and can’t move anymore, will you still feed me like this?"
Lin Ran burst into laughter, and Luo Yao’s expression instantly turned icy—she thought he was mocking her.
Lin Ran hurriedly explained, "Of course I will! I just pictured us both old, sitting in rocking chairs with no teeth left, still feeding each other bite by bite. It’s such a funny and heartwarming image."
Luo Yao imagined the scene, as if glimpsing a future filled with warmth and love.
"A-Ran, tonight I’m going to reward you."
A mysterious glint flickered in Luo Yao’s eyes. Lin Ran instinctively touched his waist.
It didn’t feel too sore anymore, so he grinned. "Okay."
Nights were always magical. In the profound mysteries of the universe, humans could best express their true nature. In this cozy bedroom, Luo Yao and Lin Ran seemed like two souls intertwined.
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"Yao Yao, tomorrow’s our couple’s day again," Lin Ran murmured.
Luo Yao’s eyes sparkled with anticipation. She found herself longing more and more for the weekends—time reserved exclusively for her and A-Ran.
In the past, Mondays and weekends felt no different to her—each day was bland and monotonous, even tedious. But now, she wanted nothing more than to cling to Lin Ran every day, as if he were the very meaning of her existence.
"Where are we going this weekend?" Luo Yao asked.
"Is there anything you’d like to do?" Lin Ran countered.
He wanted the weekend to unfold entirely according to her wishes.
"As long as I’m with A-Ran, I’ll be happy."
"Anything? Well, I do have plans—I want to do everything couples can do together."
Truthfully, Lin Ran was just an ordinary man, yearning for an ordinary yet sweet love—no different from anyone else.
All he wanted was a home of his own, someone to love him, someone to stay by his side when he was sick, to feed him meals, and to hold him close in the quiet of the night.
"I’ll follow your lead. But A-Ran, you’ve been busy with your own things these past few days—did you forget about me?"
Luo Yao wasn’t pretending to be upset; she genuinely was. Lin Ran had been pushing his luck lately.
Lin Ran quickly denied it, taking her hand and meeting her gaze.
"You’re wrong, darling. I’ve just been inspecting my businesses these days. The moment I have free time, I think of you—you know that."
Lin Ran was making preparations for his next meeting with Little Black. Though his absence might not be long, he wanted to account for any unpredictable factors—he didn’t want anything to interfere with his time with Luo Yao.
Luo Yao nestled into Lin Ran’s embrace, adoring how clingy he had become lately. It made her feel deeply cherished.
"Did you know?"
"You didn’t know?"
Instead of nodding or shaking her head, Luo Yao simply leaned against Lin Ran and slowly drifted off to sleep.
She was exhausted. Her usual sleep had been poor, but Lin Ran had gradually helped her return to a normal routine. The ability to sleep peacefully was something she hadn’t dared dream of for over twenty years.
Only those who’ve suffered from insomnia understand the torment of lying awake, desperate and hopeless—especially when watching others sleep soundly beside you, so much so that you could strangle them out of envy.
Lin Ran gently tapped Luo Yao’s forehead, handling her as if she were a rare treasure. Softly, he whispered, "How about we go to the movies tomorrow morning and the amusement park in the afternoon?"
His voice was as light as a breeze skimming the surface of a lake, sending ripples of warmth through the air.
Luo Yao was already asleep, but she instinctively scratched her cheek, looking utterly adorable as she murmured, "Mmm… okay."
Her voice carried a sweet, drowsy softness, as if even in her dreams, she was savoring the anticipation of something wonderful.
Watching Luo Yao sleep was like observing a kitten—Lin Ran’s heart melted at the sight.
Her slightly pouted lips resembled tender flower buds on the verge of blooming, delicate and inviting. Her long lashes cast fan-shaped shadows beneath her eyelids, fluttering faintly like butterfly wings.ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ
Her serene face radiated a mesmerizing glow, making Lin Ran wish he could freeze this perfect moment forever.
It was hard to imagine that this sweet, delicate woman was the same ruthless business tycoon who struck fear into people’s hearts when awake.
In the corporate world, she was decisive and sharp-eyed as a hawk, her judgment as swift and unyielding as an axe. Those who dared oppose her trembled in her presence.
This stark contrast was something only Lin Ran could fully appreciate. Beneath that icy exterior lay a heart that softened only for him.
"Goodnight… may the rest of your days be peaceful."