"Granny Wang, are you settling in well here?"
This was the first ti Lin Ran had asked about Granny Wang's work at the estate.
He looked at her with a hint of warmth in his eyes.
Granny Wang gave a kind smile and nodded. "Quite well. I'll do my best to satisfy the butler."
Her voice was gentle, but her words made both Lin Ran and Uncle Fu pause.
Shouldn't she have said "satisfy the master of the house"?
A flicker of doubt rose in Lin Ran's heart—he sensed there was more to her words.
He shot Uncle Fu a strange glance, while the older man awkwardly scratched his head, inwardly cursing, "Damn old scher."
He knew Granny Wang's remark was deliberately aid at him, hinting at so hidden conflict between them.
Lin Ran didn’t press further. Working at the estate ant abiding by Uncle Fu’s approval—that was the rule.
He was aware there was history between Uncle Fu and Granny Wang, but since neither spoke of it, he wouldn’t pry. He wasn’t the type to force gossip.
Respecting everyone’s privacy, he preferred not to ddle in the estate’s delicate dynamics.
"Alright, if you need anything, just talk to Uncle Fu. Don’t let his stern face fool you—he’s actually a decent man," Lin Ran said with a smile, hoping to maintain harmony in the household.
Uncle Fu’s expression softened with emotion. So, in Young Master Lin’s eyes, he was a good person.
Warmth surged in his chest, and his gaze toward Lin Ran grew even more affectionate.
Granny Wang replied flatly, "I know. Uncle Fu is a good man." Her tone was neutral, but a faint, unreadable glint flashed in her eyes.
Uncle Fu: "......" He was at a loss for words, unsure how to respond.
"Enough talk—it’s almost ti to prepare dinner," Lin Ran said, heading toward the kitchen. He believed good food could soothe tensions, and he wanted to cook Luo Yao a delicious al.
Uncle Fu nearly stopped him—after all, the estate’s chefs were practically gathering dust. But rembering how Lin Ran’s cooking always satisfied Luo Yao, he held his tongue.
A while later, Luo Yao returned. Her figure appeared at the estate gates like a picturesque scene.
Seeing Lin Ran busy in the kitchen, an inexplicable happiness welled up inside her—a sense of ho.
"Ran," she called softly.
"Yao, you’re back. Just wait a bit—dinner’s almost ready," Lin Ran turned with a warm smile.
This simple, blissful routine was everything Luo Yao dread of. She worked to support them, while Lin Ran fed her with his cooking. To her, it was an achievable fantasy.
Wrapping her arms around him from behind, she rested against his warmth.
"Ran, how did you feel seeing Liu Ruxue today?" she asked quietly, curiosity flickering in her eyes.
Lin Ran frowned. "Like I’d stepped on shit. I’m sowhat satisfied with her fate, but not entirely."
Disgust flashed in his gaze—the re thought of Liu Ruxue sickened him. Yet her prison sentence didn’t feel like enough justice.
Luo Yao hesitated before speaking again. "Actually... I arranged for soone to deal with her in prison. You won’t bla , will you?"
She watched him nervously, not wanting this to taint his opinion of her.
Lin Ran’s eyes widened in delight.
"Bla you? You’re the worm in my gut—doing what I wanted but couldn’t."
His excitent was palpable, wholly approving of her actions.
Pleased, Luo Yao rewarded him with a passionate kiss—so fervent it seed to freeze ti.
Since his rebirth, Lin Ran had noticed Luo Yao had changed. The difference lay in her personality.
The old Luo Yao was ruthless, cold, unhinged—every descriptor for a heartless person fit her.
She’d been a rose with thorns: beautiful yet untouchable. Now, she carried hints of playfulness, gentleness, and care.
"Do you like this side of , Ran?"
"Of course. Yao, I wish you could stay exactly like this forever."
His gaze brimd with love.
"And if I change again?"
Lin Ran t her eyes solemnly. "No matter what, I’ll never leave you."
His voice was steady, his vow unshakable.
What truly lts hearts are other hearts. Money and power can do it too, but not as enduringly.
In this world of materialism and desire, genuine affection is the rarest treasure.
That night, Lin Ran never heard the cat’s ow.
Tossing in bed, he couldn’t stop worrying about Little Black.
Sotis he really wanted to call the police—if only the officers would help him find a missing cat.
The next morning, still half-asleep, his phone rang.
Bleary-eyed, he checked the caller and frowned. "Young Master Lin, it’s bad! Lin Tianba is causing trouble at Suran Group—he’s live-streaming, claiming our real estate projects are shoddy!"
The voice on the line was frantic, as if the sky were falling.
Lin Ran scowled. He’d prepared for everything—
only for this to happen when he was about to see Little Black.
Irritation flared. "Well, is it true?"
"Rest assured, Young Master Lin. Our 'Linyuan Scenic' project was always ant to be Suran Group’s flagship—every material used is top-grade!"
The explanation ca in a rush. Lin Ran relaxed slightly.
"Seems it’s ti to teach Lin Tianba a lesson."
A cold glint flashed in his eyes—Lin Tianba had crossed a line.
"Fine. I’m on my way. Wait for ." He hung up.
Uncle Fu: "Young Master Lin, heading out?"
One look at Lin Ran’s face told him sothing was wrong.
"Yes. Gather all the estate’s bodyguards—they’re coming with ."
Lin Ran knew he lacked combat skills, so he relied on others. Leverage was key in monts like this.
Not that a scumbag like Lin Tianba posed any real threat.
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