"Yao Yao, you're a woman—you shouldn't be in the kitchen. Just tell what you want to eat."
"Ran, are you saying I'm too clumsy?" Luo Yao pouted, looking hurt.
"Who said that? I love my wife's cooking the most."
"Good, then I'll make sothing for you again tomorrow."
"Sure, I’ll eat every last bite. If I leave even a scrap, may my whole family perish."
Ti flew by, and soon it was midnight. Lin Ran was clutching his stomach, sweating from pain. Luo Yao quickly noticed sothing was wrong.
"Ran, what’s happening?"
"I’m… fine," Lin Ran gritted out through clenched teeth.
Luo Yao wasn’t stupid—she could hear the tremor in his voice. She imdiately called for their private doctor.
Yi Siyin wasn’t at the estate today, so another junior from the Yi family stepped in. After a quick examination, his brow furrowed.
"Miss, this is a bit complicated. He needs to go to the hospital for a full check-up. I suspect it might be gastric bleeding or intestinal cramps."
"What? That serious?"
Not daring to waste ti, Luo Yao arranged for Lin Ran to be rushed to the hospital.
At the hospital, Lin Ran underwent a series of tests, with Luo Yao following every step—even into the examination room.
Given the current circumstances, she couldn’t afford to leave his side for safety reasons.
The results ca back imdiately, bypassing the usual wait.
The hospital director, Yi Buhao—older brother of Yi Siyin and a scion of the Yi dical family—rushed over from ho upon hearing the news. If anything happened to Lin Ran, none of them would be spared.
The elderly director scrutinized the report, his expression tightening.
"Young Master Lin must have eaten sothing unclean. It’s nothing too serious—just intestinal cramps. I’ll prescribe so dicine, and he’ll feel better soon."
Relieved that Lin Ran wasn’t in grave danger, Luo Yao’s guilt imdiately took over.
"This must be because of the food I made. It’s all my fault."
Uncle Fu, standing nearby, tried to console her. "Miss, the director said he’ll be fine. Don’t bla yourself."
"Mm… Tomorrow, I’ll definitely make sothing edible for Ran."
Uncle Fu: "…"
After decades of life, he finally understood what it ant to be speechless.
"Miss, Young Master Lin already appreciates your effort."
Luo Yao stubbornly insisted, "No, I have to prove myself. If I can’t even cook properly, how can I say I love Ran?"
Uncle Fu sighed inwardly. Young Master Lin, you have my sympathy.
By the ti they returned to the estate, it was nearly dawn.
"Sweetheart, it’s my fault—I ate too much during the day, and that’s why my stomach cramped up."
"Ran… No, it’s my fault." Luo Yao’s voice was heavy with regret.
Lin Ran quickly reassured her, "What did you do wrong? You just love too much. I get it."
"Ran, don’t worry. Tomorrow, I’ll make sothing you can actually eat."
Lin Ran smiled warmly, thinking, As long as it’s edible, that’s enough.
The next day, Luo Yao skipped work to tend to Lin Ran, who was still weak.
At noon, with no one daring to object this ti, she marched back into the kitchen.
"Everyone, out! I’m taking charge today."
Once the chefs had scrambled out, Luo Yao reviewed the eggplant recipe she’d studied on her phone.
This is salt, right? And this is soy sauce… Wait, why is my soy sauce white? Okay, now turn on the stove…
After her efforts, the kitchen remained intact this ti, and the dish she brought out was recognizably eggplant.
"Ran, try this. I think… this ti it’s a success."
Lin Ran gave her an adoring smile and took a bite.
"Hmm…"
It wasn’t exactly bad, but there was a strange aftertaste he couldn’t place.
"Ran, how is it?"
"It’s great, Yao Yao. You did well."
That afternoon, Lin Ran was back in the hospital—this ti for food poisoning.
Luckily, it wasn’t severe, and he only needed observation.
Seeing Luo Yao’s dejected expression, Lin Ran quickly comforted her.
"Sweetheart, I know a way you can make sothing delicious and safe."
"What is it?" Luo Yao’s eyes lit up with hope.
"Make congee! It’s simple—just boil ingredients in water. But timing is key. If it’s not cooked long enough, it won’t be ready. Do you know why my congee tastes so good? Because while it cooks, I whisper ‘I love you’ a thousand tis. By the ti I’m done, the congee is perfect."
Luo Yao’s face brightened. She’d finally uncovered the secret.
"So that’s how it works! Ran, wait for —I’ll make it tonight!"
"Actually, there’s no rush—"
"No, I’m doing it now." Her determination was unshakable.
Lin Ran could only sigh. She was fixated on mastering cooking, and he needed to find a way out.
Luo Yao turned to Uncle Fu.
"Assign everyone available to guard Ran. I’ll be back soon."
"Understood, Miss."
After Luo Yao left, Uncle Fu looked at Lin Ran with a helpless smile.
"Young Master Lin, don’t bla Miss Luo. She truly loves you."
"Of course I know that. I’m not blaming Yao Yao—I’m just frustrated with my stomach for being so weak, acting up after just a little food."
While Lin Ran was chatting with Uncle Fu, his scoundrel father, Lin Tianba, was also hospitalized.
At noon, bank representatives confronted Lin Tianba, demanding he settle all outstanding loans within a month while placing his current funds under continuous supervision.
Lin Tianba knew the bank was trying to discard him like a used tool—they didn’t even care about breaching their contract now.
"Is there really no room for negotiation?"
"Mr. Lin, there’s no other way. If you refuse, we’ll have no choice but to sue, petitioning the court to freeze your assets and enforce liquidation. As for the penalty fees, our bank is willing to cover them."
Lin Tianba felt as if his entire world had collapsed.
After decades of relentless effort, he never imagined it would co to this.
Everything had started the mont Lin Ran left ho. If not for that rebellious son’s reckless actions, how could the Lin family have fallen so far?
First, the demand for 300 million in dividends, then the sale of shares, followed by spreading negative rumors about their real estate, and finally repurchasing the shares at rock-bottom prices. Now, the bank was calling in the loans.
Every step had been ticulously aid at him.
"Bank Manager, can’t you give more ti?"
Lin Tianba still dread of fleeing, but it was impossible now—at least not until the financial oversight was lifted.
Running away was easy, but what then?
"Mr. Lin, don’t you understand? You’ve reaped what you sowed. If Lin Ran still acknowledged you as his father, we wouldn’t be having this conversation. After all, Suran Group is now an industry dark horse. But unfortunately, as Lawyer Xu Kai has already stated, you and Mr. Lin Ran have severed all father-son ties."
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