"Yao Yao, let's go out for a walk. Staying in the villa all day, my limbs are practically atrophying."
"Alright, I'll help you out."
Lin Ran noticed the shift in Luo Yao's mood—from gloomy when she first appeared to now bright and cheerful—and marveled at how rcurial his wife could be.
What had it been earlier? Was it Liu ng's phone call? Or sothing else that had upset her?
Surely, it couldn’t have been him, right?
Luo Yao supported Lin Ran to the villa entrance, where Uncle Fu wheeled over a chair. Instantly, Luo Yao's gaze turned icy.
You’re ruining my chance to hold Ah Ran’s hand by bringing a wheelchair? Are you trying to sabotage our marriage?
Uncle Fu felt as if the King of Hell had just called his na—and then rcifully sent him back.
He quickly retracted the wheelchair and followed Luo Yao at a distance, with Abu maintaining a five-ter gap behind Lin Ran.
This was within the estate. Outside, Abu usually stayed three ters away, unless in crowded areas where he’d stick close for protection.
Of course, with Luo Yao around, safety was never an issue. He couldn’t swear she was the strongest fighter in the world, but she was easily top two.
The two walked aimlessly, Luo Yao holding Lin Ran’s arm with one hand and resting the other on his waist, occasionally teasing him with a light scratch. It amused her.
Snowflakes began drifting from the sky. Abu, ever the professional, moved to fetch an umbrella, but Uncle Fu stopped him. "This isn’t the ti to interrupt them."
Abu protested, "But they’ll get cold. The snow will settle on their hair."
Uncle Fu shook his head. "Cold bodies an nothing if their hearts are warm. Besides, don’t you think they look beautiful like this?"
Abu didn’t understand. In fact, he suspected Uncle Fu was flirting with danger.
But when he glanced at the couple ahead, even he paused.
Delicate snowflakes dusted their hair as Luo Yao tenderly guided her beloved, their eyes locked on each other.
Lin Ran gently placed Luo Yao’s small hand against his chest, warming it with his breath.
"Cold?"
Luo Yao nodded. "Freezing. I need Ah Ran to warm up."
"Oh my god, this is too perfect! 'If we share the snow today, our hair may whiten together in old age?'" Chen Qingtian’s awed voice cut in, her poetic tweak fitting the mont flawlessly.
They turned to see her snapping photos.
"I didn’t an to intrude. I was just wandering around when you two showed up. Staying silent would’ve been ruder."
Lin Ran scowled. "And suddenly announcing yourself is polite?"
Chen Qingtian admired the photos on her phone, giving herself a ntal pat on the back.
"These shots are legendary. I’ll send them to you."
Luo Yao ignored her, gazing deeply at Lin Ran. "Ah Ran, we’ve never done it in the snow before."
Uncle Fu, Abu, and Chen Qingtian: "..."
Lin Ran: "Huh?"
Ahem! "Everyone, clear out. I’ll arrange a glass room," Uncle Fu ordered.
As Chen Qingtian was dragged away, her shock lingered.
"Wait, my cousin and his wife are this wild?" she muttered. Uncle Fu silenced her. "Miss Chen, best not to speak further. Let’s not ruin the lady’s mood."
Chen Qingtian smirked. "Oho! 'Ruin the mood,' huh? With all that stamina, how co Yao Yao isn’t pregnant yet? Does my cousin have… issues?"
Uncle Fu nearly turned to stone. Was this the kind of talk expected from a celebrity?
Thankfully, no paparazzi were around—this would’ve trended instantly.
The glass room was set up, the two contestants took their positions, and the battle comnced, with passionate sounds echoing…
By the ti they erged, Lin Ran was barely standing, wincing in pain.
The exertion had aggravated his injuries, but despite the ache… it had been worth it.
Back at the villa, Lin Ran rembered the photos Chen Qingtian had taken and checked his phone.
In the image, Luo Yao looked up adoringly at her husband, while Lin Ran’s love shone just as brightly. Their stunning features, frad by swirling snowflakes, created a scene of pure, ethereal beauty.
"Tsk tsk, our visuals are truly unmatched."
Luo Yao leaned in. "Ah Ran will always be the most dazzling in my eyes."
Three days flew by, and Lin Ran’s wounds improved further. He could move freely now, as long as he avoided sudden motions.
That morning, Chen Qingtian bid farewell.
She couldn’t take it anymore—sohow, she kept stumbling into their romantic monts.
After her departure, Luo Yao and Lin Ran also left the estate.
Today was Lin Ran’s follow-up hospital visit. Since dical equipnt couldn’t be brought to them, they had to drive there.
Passing through the bustling city streets again, it all felt rather mundane.
Parking at the hospital, they spotted a familiar figure in the lobby the mont they entered.
This guy had a reputation—like Lin Ran, he was a notable figure at Jingda University, even sharing a spot on the campus leaderboard.
Jingda’s "Most Devoted Lover"—You Qingnan.
Before Lin Ran could react, Abu and Luo Yao both shielded him.
Abu warned, "Danger. Stay close, Young Master Lin."
In a flash, You Qingnan—who seed to have been lying in wait—charged straight at Luo Yao.
The move stunned even her.
"You’re dead."
With a thud, You Qingnan and his fruit knife went flying, crashing to the ground unconscious.
A mouthful of blood later, he was out cold.
Luo Yao had ended him with a single kick. Her combat skills were unreal.
The scene drew gasps and murmurs from onlookers, so snapping photos.
"Ah Ran, are you okay?"
"Yao Yao, did he hurt you?"
Both prioritized the other’s safety.
"I’m fine!" / "I’m fine!"
They shared a smile, their eyes full of mutual concern.
"Hand him over to the authorities," Luo Yao said, ushering Lin Ran away. She wouldn’t let trivialities waste their ti.
Many recognized Lin Ran and Luo Yao, but no one dared approach.
Once they left, the crowd erupted.
"Holy crap, Mom, I’ve made it—I just saw the top tycoon and Lin Ran!"
"I got photos! Luo Yao’s kick was so badass! Aaaaaah—I’m freaking out, I’m dead!"
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