Luo Yao’s gaze was sharp as a blade: "I must admit, it’s a bit unexpected. But since you’ve made it out alive, fate must have spared you. If you want revenge, come for me anytime. I’ll be ready."
"Good. Then prepare to lose everything. Every ounce of suffering I endured, you’ll taste it too." With that, he tore off his shirt, revealing a body covered in scars—not a single patch of skin untouched.
Luo Yao narrowed her eyes, remaining silent.
Luo Wuyou suddenly burst into laughter again.
"Heh! Heheh! Don’t be so tense, dear niece. At least for now, I won’t do anything. If you tell me where your second uncle is hiding, we might even become friends."
Luo Yao: "I don’t know where he is. If you think I’m the one who imprisoned him, there’s nothing more to say."
Luo Wuyou’s smile vanished again: "You really won’t talk?"
Luo Yao stared at him as if he were an idiot.
"What do you want?"
Luo Wuyou enunciated each word slowly: "Then we’ll see."With that, he vanished from the study. Gazing at the spot where Luo Wuyou had disappeared, Luo Yao murmured to herself,
"Auntie, do you really think you escaped on your own merits?"
"But showing up here—that was your mistake."
From that day on, security across the estate was upgraded once more. Even the perimeter walls were fitted with high-voltage wiring. Anyone foolish enough to trespass wouldn’t live to tell the tale.
Returning to her room, Lin Ran could clearly sense Luo Yao’s somber mood. Without hesitation, he pulled her into his arms.
As her husband, no matter what happened, Lin Ran was prepared to stand by her through thick and thin.
He would never let her shoulder any burden alone.
Q: When Luo Yao is in a bad mood, what’s the best way to cheer her up?
A: Make her feel loved.
Their fingers intertwined, breaths mingling, noses brushing lightly—their hearts ignited with heat.
"Ah Ran, I’m hungry."
Lin Ran: "What do you want to eat?"
Luo Yao: "You."
Lin Ran effortlessly drew her closer, his tender caresses soothing her restless spirit. Luo Yao leaned in, seeking his lips.
Like a bee savoring nectar, the kiss lingered endlessly before finally breaking. Lin Ran gazed at her, eyes soft, and before she could speak, he captured her lips again, trailing kisses up to her forehead until their heated gazes locked.
The frenzy began.
That night, Luo Yao transformed back into her wild, devilish self, deepening the mark on Lin Ran’s shoulder…
The weekend itinerary was entirely Lin Ran’s doing.
On the first day, he took Luo Yao around the capital like any ordinary couple. Though they wore masks, they still turned heads everywhere they went.
Luo Yao experienced many things she never had before—arcades, ice-skating, even bungee jumping together.
Simple joys, but shared with the one she loved, they became unforgettable.
Luo Yao thought, Maybe staying like this forever wouldn’t be so bad.
After dinner, Lin Ran had their chauffeur drive them to a famous scenic spot in the neighboring city’s outskirts—Mount Wangfeng.
The mountain was closed at night, but Lin Ran’s "financial persuasion" ensured they’d ascend that evening.
After resting for a few hours, they set off under the predawn sky, their bodyguards trailing at a distance.
As they climbed, Lin Ran hooked his index finger lightly around Luo Yao’s.
"Do you know why I’m giving you this finger?"
"Why?"
"Because all fingers lead to the heart. You’re not just holding my hand—you’re holding my heart."
Luo Yao smirked. "Watch your mouth."
"Why?" Lin Ran blinked.
"Because I might kiss you anytime." With that, she pecked his lips. Lin Ran touched his mouth, grinning like a fool.
This was the Luo Yao he loved most—carefree, joyful, unafraid to show affection.
"What are you staring at?" Luo Yao caught him smiling at her.
"At how beautiful you are. You must’ve been a soda in your past life—every time I see you, I bubble over with happiness."
Luo Yao plopped onto the ground. "That’s the cheesiest line ever. I’m tired. Carry this ‘soda’ up the mountain, Ah Ran. If you’re fast, we might still catch the sunrise."
Lin Ran crouched down obligingly, and Luo Yao climbed onto his back, her breath warm against his ear. In that moment, Lin Ran felt the entire world melt away.
Sweat trickled down his forehead, and Luo Yao reached up to wipe it away—but refused to let go.
If love had tiers, Lin Ran was certain this was the highest.
As the sky lightened, they finally reached the summit.
Suddenly, Lin Ran pointed to the horizon. "Look, the sunrise is starting."
Luo Yao turned, just in time to catch the first golden rays breaking through.
While her attention was diverted, Lin Ran made his move. When she glanced back, her breath hitched.
Lin Ran was on one knee, holding a dazzling diamond ring that glimmered in the dawn’s glow.
"Miss Luo Yao, this is yours. Once you wear it, there’s no turning back—no leaving, no abandoning. Ever."
Her heart skipped. She was falling—no, fallen—into the trap called love.