Lin Ran suddenly felt his intelligence was even inferior to a child’s.
Wang Anjian had managed to uncover such a huge revelation from just a few scattered clues and even effortlessly deduced the truth—it was nothing short of miraculous.
If it were him, he’d probably still be completely in the dark.
How are kids these days so sharp?
Granny Wang soon returned, and Lin Ran prepared to take his leave. She escorted him outside the hospital room.
"Young Master Lin, the fact that Anjian could undergo this surgery smoothly is all thanks to you and Miss Luo. You two are like his second parents. This kindness is something I’ll never forget for the rest of my life."
Lin Ran sighed, his heart aching for Wang Anjian.
How could such a bright, cheerful child end up with this illness? Was it all just fate?
"Granny Wang, Anjian’s parents are gone, and you’ve been his only family. But he could have one more. As for Luo Yao and me, we merely played a supporting role. I shouldn’t be saying this, but I just realized that Anjian already knows about these things."
Granny Wang stared at Lin Ran in disbelief. "He… knows what?""He already knows that Uncle Fu is his biological grandfather. Some things, even if we don’t say them out loud, doesn’t mean a child won’t figure them out. Anjian’s intelligence is beyond what you imagine."
Granny Wang stood frozen in place. Had she really understood her grandson so little?
She had failed this child in so many ways.
Only after Lin Ran left did Granny Wang compose herself and return to the hospital room.
Meanwhile, Lin Ran headed back to the estate with his security team.
By now, Luo Yao’s first strike against Samsung Group was nearly complete. Over the course of the day, countless Koreans had been trembling in fear, some even lining up for the rooftop. The war between capitalists might lack gunpowder, but that didn’t make it any less bloody.
Of course, if Samsung had successfully entered the Chinese market, it would have sent countless others to the rooftop instead.
With the market already saturated, any loss of share meant someone was bound to fall.
Every successful enterprise stood atop the bones of its failures.
Those who could rise stronger from defeat and ultimately succeed were rare even in the business world—true one-in-a-million individuals who eventually became titans.
When Lin Ran returned to the estate, Luo Yao had just wrapped up her work. Her entire assistant team let out a collective sigh of relief—they were utterly exhausted.
Though they were just assistants, they were effectively managing the entire Luo Corporation.
Their work, seemingly just about coordination and communication, was in fact a high-stakes game of precision—conveying instructions accurately and reporting promptly was no simple feat.
On top of that, Luo Yao’s assistant team was a group of genuine all-rounders.
Their salaries weren’t earned by slacking off but through real, tangible skill.
Even Zhang Xinyan, who had been fired, could churn out a script in 24 hours—and that wasn’t even her specialty. That’s how capable this team was.
"You’ve all worked hard. Tomorrow, Liu Meng will arrange a team outing—company’s treat."
At Luo Yao’s reward, though exhausted, everyone’s faces lit up with joy.
Good pay, bonuses, and perks—aside from the suffocating pressure from Luo Yao and the equally overwhelming sweetness from Lin Ran, this company offered top-tier treatment.
Besides, what’s wrong with a little dog food?
Some people would kill to have what they had.
We love overtime. We love dog food.
The moment Lin Ran appeared, the entire assistant team scattered like startled birds.
Lin Ran stared blankly at the fleeing assistants, sensing their lack of enthusiasm—it was almost like they were escaping disaster.
Or attending a funeral.
Whatever. They were just employees, after all. No point making things harder for them.
The only one he cared about was the little demon who had haunted his thoughts since his rebirth, the one he couldn’t bear to be apart from for even a second.
"Wife, I’m back. Did you miss me?"
"I did. Come here." Luo Yao’s tone was both commanding and coquettish.
Lin Ran walked over, and Luo Yao lightly rose on her tiptoes.
"Welcome-home kiss."
Lin Ran froze. Wasn’t this supposed to be his move? Why did it feel reversed?
"Heh, that’s not enough. I want more."
Such a request, of course, had to be fulfilled.
Lin Ran noticed occasional glances from a distance—hesitant, afraid to stare directly.
Upon closer look, it was Uncle Fu, wanting to approach but wary of interrupting.
The old man seemed distracted.
After what felt like forever, Lin Ran and Luo Yao finally pulled apart.
Luo Yao suddenly remembered something. "Ah-Ran, I prepared a surprise for you. Don’t go to the bedroom yet."
With that, she walked off, leaving Lin Ran puzzled.
Uncle Fu seized the moment to approach.
"You want to ask about your grandson, right?"
"Young Master Lin, you’re truly perceptive."
Lin Ran’s expression turned cold. "Why ask me? Can’t you just call Granny Wang? Or do you not have her number?"ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ NovᴇlFɪre.nᴇt
Uncle Fu flushed. "I’m just worried she’ll ignore me."
Lin Ran hadn’t expected a man his age to still be so shy.
"Given the chance, you still can’t step up? At your age, still afraid of this? You disappoint me."
"Now, leave my sight immediately, or I’ll deduct your bonus."
Uncle Fu: "The sky is falling."
Whatever. If he really wanted to know, he’d find a way.
Granny Wang might not have contacted Uncle Fu, but she had kept in touch with the other staff.
"Little Jing, has Granny Wang reached out to you?"
"No."
Little Jing lowered her head, not daring to meet Uncle Fu’s eyes.
Uncle Fu sighed and turned to another.
"Little Hong, did Granny Wang mention her grandson’s condition to you?"
"She did."
"What exactly did she say? Tell me the details."
Little Hong thought for a moment. "Granny Wang said, ‘Don’t tell Uncle Fu about my grandson’s situation.’"
Uncle Fu: "..."
Why were the staff lately becoming so disrespectful?
They used to regard him with reverence, even a hint of fear.
But ever since that incident, the way they looked at him had changed—as if he were some kind of scumbag.
Yet he had truly been misunderstood!
I, Zhang Laifu, never intentionally wronged my woman. You’ve all got it wrong.
He needed to teach these impudent staff a lesson soon.
Otherwise, they’d forget who ranked third in this household.
In the end, a resigned Uncle Fu dialed Granny Wang’s number.
"Uh… Dahua, it’s me. Zhang Laifu."
Granny Wang: "You want to ask about Anjian, don’t you? It’s fine. Ask away. After all, he’s your grandson too."